Fantasy Writers 1860

It was daytime, and the surrounding environment was different from the countryside, consisting of densely packed tall houses. Moreover, the event lasted only a short time, so it didn't attract much attention.

Another important reason is that after Dorian saw the manuscript on the table start to glow, he quickly covered it with a cardboard box.

Although it wasn't closed for long, Dorian was so frightened when he saw the cardboard box start to turn red that he quickly moved it away, afraid that it would set it on fire.

So in the end, only a few neighbors noticed the brightly colored rainbow light by chance, wondering if there was a fire somewhere nearby. They opened their windows to take a look, found nothing was wrong, and stopped caring, or silently wondered if their eyes were playing tricks on them.

"Has it only become a phantom book now? Or is it a phantom manuscript?" Dorian wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the stack of manuscript papers on his desk.

Judging by the time, today should be around the official end date of the "Million Pound Note" serialization. However, that's the end date I calculated myself; Editor Clancy didn't originally plan it this way.

He was trying to convince himself why it had to end so soon. There was so much more to write. He could use the same formula, find some excuse to send Adam to Iris, to Emily, to Lucia, to all over the world, or even switch to a trendy adventure novel and keep writing.

Although if it continues like this, it will definitely deviate completely from the original intention. But based on the reputation built up in the beginning, there will definitely be people who keep watching.

Both the author Dorian and the Lentinion Weekly platform can continue to generate stable profits.

Despite Clancy's sweet talk, Dorian firmly refused.

What a joke! In my past life, some people relied on computer typing and AI to flood the internet with spiel, producing twenty or even tens of thousands of words a day and claiming to be "explosive updates." I've seen enough of that kind of stuff.

Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you. How could I be such a monster?

Besides, there's no AI now, and typewriter keys are so heavy, how can you possibly write a hundred or two hundred thousand words? You might as well say goodbye to your own hands.

Why does Editor-in-Chief Clancy want to keep his work mediocre? It's because he can't be sure if there will be any more wildly popular works in his newspaper in the future.

He wasn't even sure if he could write works like that again.

For most people, inspiration will eventually run dry, peak periods will eventually pass, and the number of good works that can be written is limited. It is already remarkable to write one or two masterpieces in a lifetime.

However, this was not a problem for Dorian at all. He was fully confident that he could produce even better and better works, and hundreds of them at that.

"Speaking of which, the Academy of Literature and Art should know by now... They were able to find me even when I didn't know them before, let alone now that I'm a full-time employee..." Dorian picked up the manuscript paper on the table that looked no different from before.

"So, what should we do with these things? How do I know what power this newly born phantom book possesses?"

Without much thought, Dorian took the manuscripts and headed towards the Academy of Literature.

In any case, the Literature and Art Publishing House, as the management organization of the fantasy books, must have something to say, so going directly to them is never a bad idea.

"So the reaction that occurred just now, caused by you?" Dislife snapped the book with its unreadable title shut, jumped down from the tall chair in her office, and stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet without making a sound.

She observed Dorian's condition; he seemed to be in good physical and mental condition, unlike someone who would normally be in such a state after completing a fantasy book.

Creating a fantasy book is a process of "overloading" one's own experiences and spirit onto paper. With each book completed, the author loses a portion of the related "concepts".

Simply put, creating a fantasy book requires sacrificing a portion of one's soul power, and one would never be as calm and composed as this.

Dislife had never seen anything like this before.

What an interesting person.

She hadn't felt "fun" in a long time.

Dorian, on the other hand, felt as if Dislife's question made it seem like he had done something wrong.

"Hmm... If there's no one else, then it must be me... This is the original manuscript that glowed when it turned into a phantom book. Shouldn't the Academy of Literature keep it safe?"

Dislifei took the stack of manuscript papers from Dorian. "It is indeed a completed fantasy book. Let me take a look... 'The Million Pounds,' hmm..."

She glanced through the papers briefly, then tidied them up and arranged them neatly. A shimmering, iridescent light emanated from the ruffled cuffs of her black dress.

The tangible light, like a viscous liquid, surrounded the manuscript paper, enveloping it.

About five or six seconds later, the viscous light, which seemed to have a physical presence, shattered with a bang, disintegrating into specks of light, like the shadows cast by sunlight through the gaps in the trees on a summer day.

The stack of manuscript paper in Disliffe's hand transformed into a beautifully bound, yet modernly styled book, with the title "The Million Pound Note" written in gold-embossed Gothic font on the cover.

"This is……"

"With a simple binding, these manuscripts don't really look like a book, do they?" Dislifei smiled slightly. "A collector's edition of an Order-type Phantom Book, it has one self-manifestation ability and two manifestation abilities, quite impressive!"

She casually turned to a page, her eyes slightly closed, as if reciting some ancient song:

"Firstly, regarding that banknote, the holder will be automatically considered to have 'unlimited credit' in all scenarios involving 'transactions,' 'valuation,' and 'credit.' No demonstration or persuasion is needed. As long as one 'holds' it, social evaluation will unconditionally be adjusted upwards..."

"...It's not charm, it's not mind control, but the manifestation of social consensus. People don't trust you because they're being controlled, but their social instincts tell them that someone who possesses this thing must be trustworthy..."

"Well, secondly, the idea that money is the measure of everything can be very useful under certain special circumstances..."

From the very beginning, Dorian was very curious: since each book of illusions possesses one to three magical powers, how exactly are the specific effects of these powers controlled by people?

How did those mages initially know the effects of a magic book? Did they figure it out through experimentation?

So it turns out that you can tell just by holding it in your hand after it's been bound?

What a convenient setting.

However, is this a unique ability of Dislife, or can everyone possess it?

Watching her recite the Scripture "The Million Pound Note" like it was from a Wikipedia page, Dorian couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, how do you know all this? Is it just that I know everything as long as I have this original text in my hand?"

Disrife didn't say anything, but silently handed the book in her hand to Dorian.

He thought the other party meant for him to experience it for himself, but when Dorian took the book, he didn't feel any new concepts appearing in his mind.

Am I doing something wrong?

So he began to imitate what Disliffe had done earlier, randomly flipping to a page and scanning back and forth between the pages with his eyes half-open and half-closed, like a nearsighted person looking for their glasses.

With his eyes glazed over, he saw a huge book appear out of thin air in Dislife's free hand. The book was so big that she could barely hold it with one hand, making her hands look small.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you suddenly look like you haven't woken up yet?" Disifei asked suddenly, her expression as innocent as a child's.

"How do I know all this? It's because of this illusion book, of course." She waved the book that had appeared out of thin air in her hand in front of Dorian.

So what she meant earlier was that she wanted me to help her carry it so she could free her hands to take out the other illusion books?

"This is..." Dorian stared at the illusion book that Dislife was holding in her hand, her eyes widening slowly, her spirits jolted.

He discovered that it was clearly a Chinese-style book, with a bright yellow cover covered in a row of familiar Chinese characters written in jet-black ink:

The General Catalogue of the Yongle Encyclopedia