Fantasy Writers 1860

Disifei took the manuscript paper, but instead of immediately showing the results of checking the "Yongle Encyclopedia", she sat on the bed like an ordinary little girl and began to read it.

Works that can become fantasy books and drafts must be exceptionally excellent. Compared to power, Dislife prefers to enjoy the work itself.

"A necklace?"

Seeing this, Lily also came to Disiffie's side and took away another pile of manuscripts with the title "Police and Hymns" written on the cover, which she had casually placed by the bed.

She was quite conscious of boundaries; after picking it up, she stood by the bedside and looked through it, unlike Dislife who lay directly on Dorian's bed.

After standing for a long time, Dorian finally found a place to sit down.

Should we add another chair to the study later?

And so, the two became the first readers of Dorian's two short stories.

Lily casually flipped through the manuscript, her gaze quickly drawn to the story. As the plot unfolded, she watched as the protagonist, Suby, repeatedly committed offenses to try and go to jail, only to be released by the police time and again by a twist of fate, her desires thwarted. The tense, cold expression on her face softened unconsciously.

It seems to be a comedic story with a strong contrast.

Of course, it is a tragedy in itself that a poor person has to go to prison to keep warm during the winter.

At its core, comedy is still tragedy.

However, this alone is not enough to elevate it to the level of a fantasy manuscript.

When she saw that Soapy was finally moved by the hymns in the church and wanted to repent, she frowned slightly and her fingertips traced the edge of the manuscript.

Is it going to be the same old moral persuasion approach again?

No way, this can be elevated to a fantasy manuscript?

Are the requirements of the world's laws so low now? Or is Dorian actually the favored son of the world's laws, so that even writing something like this can get him special treatment?

Lily only has one sheet of paper left, and it's not yet clear how to reverse the situation.

She turned to the last page, which contained only a few sentences, not even filling half the page:

Soapy felt a hand land on his arm. He immediately turned around and saw the policeman's broad face.

"What are you doing here?" the police officer asked.

"Nothing," Soapy replied.

"Then come with me," the policeman said.

The following morning, the police judge sentenced him to three months in jail on Blackville Island.

"this……"

Seeing such a unique ending, Lily felt she had a lot to say. Countless indescribable emotions welled up in her heart at the same time. She wanted to criticize the police's unreasonableness, sympathize with Soapy's pitiful state, and lament the cruel tricks of fate and the absurdity of the world... All of this was mixed together, leaving her speechless for a moment.

This story... is indeed difficult to evaluate.

Moreover, this twist was created in just a few short sentences at the end. Although the ending was somewhat unexpected, upon closer examination, it was not an abrupt turn without any reason.

At least in Britannia, many police officers really do operate this way: turning a blind eye to crime and cracking down hard on homeless people on the street.

She looked up at Disiffie, wondering what the story she had read was like.

She then saw the same conflicted expression on Disiffi's face.

Could it be... that the other story is also in this style?

Seeing Lily's expression, Disiffi asked first, "Was the one you were reading also...?"

Although that was all she had to say, Lily understood what she meant and nodded.

"Let's exchange stories." Disiffi extended her hand and exchanged stories with Lily.

Neither novel was very long, and the two quickly finished reading them after exchanging them. Lily seemed somewhat helpless, while Disifei simply sighed.

"This ending is truly...unexpected, and you managed to write two such ingenious stories in just one night..."

"I would call this outcome unexpected, yet perfectly logical," Dorian said.

"Unexpected yet reasonable... You've summed it up very well. Perhaps in the future people will call this style of ending a Dorian ending." Disiffi smiled.

Dorian was slightly taken aback at first, then smiled with relief.

Sorry, Lao Ou.

"Alright, you've finished reading. Now you can tell me about the power of these two illusory manuscripts, right?" Dorian urged them to get down to business.

Disilipe rolled around on the bed to the other side. "Young people shouldn't always be obsessed with any kind of power. They should enjoy the pleasure and contemplation that books and words bring."

After she finished speaking, the large, bright yellow book appeared in the air in front of her, solidified, and landed on Dorian's bed.

"Let me see... Hmm, there's only one [Self-Manifestation Ability] called [Warm Winter]. The holder can misalign the 'motivation' and 'result' that occur to them from the outside world."

"The malicious and deadly motives of the holder will be deflected as 'harmless jokes' or 'misunderstandings'; while the motives of the holder for healing, defense or good will trigger 'arrest and sanctions', suppressing or imprisoning them."

External malice can be reversed, and goodwill can be punished. Whether it's good or bad for the holder, it's all the same – it's truly...

A noble and strange mechanism.

The enemy's malicious attacks are ineffective, and teammates' healing or support will also punish teammates. From this point of view, apart from being a burden to teammates, wouldn't the holder be completely unaffected by external factors?

"The cost is that users will find their lives caught in a vicious cycle: the harder they try to do the right thing, the more misfortunes they will encounter; and the more mistakes they make, the worse their situation will become, and this effect will become more and more obvious as the user's usage time increases."

Dorian initially thought it was a top-tier fantasy manuscript, but now it's fallen short.

Disiffi continued:

"The Necklace also has only one [manifestation ability], called [Night Ball Necklace]. It summons a diamond necklace through the recitation of a mantra, and attracts everyone within a 50-meter radius of the illusory wearer. When someone is attracted to the necklace and wears it, the wearer will receive a significant boost to all aspects of their abilities, including strength, speed, and magic."

This ability sounds really good; it can give you a buff.

"But when the ball ends, the necklace will instantly turn to dust, at which point the illusion will automatically draw on the wearer's life force to repay that 'debt'."

Dorian: ?

Is this a case of burning blood and lives to exchange for a buff?

Wait, the wearer and the phantom holder are two different terms. Does this mean that the wearer of the necklace can be someone other than the phantom holder?

In that case, there are other interesting operations...

"Speaking of which, why are my two novels considered fictional drafts? Didn't you say that only unfinished works that were prematurely approved by the world are fictional drafts? I've clearly already finished writing these," Dorian asked.

"Actually, short stories and poems are also in an unfinished state. As long as we continue to maintain a similar style and write more fantasy manuscripts of the same level, they will be elevated into a fantasy book in the form of a collection and gain new abilities." Dislife seemed to have expected Dorian to ask such a question.

After saying that, Disifei jumped off the bed, put on her shoes, and said, "Alright, now that the misunderstanding is cleared up and nothing happened, I won't disturb your rest any longer... Let's go back, Lily."

As the illusory book "The Travels of Ibn Battuta" once again emitted swirling, intertwined particles of light, the two figures vanished from Dorian's study in an instant.

Dorian was finally left alone in the room.

"These two novels... let's submit them to a well-known newspaper as newcomers and see if their editors have any taste..." Dorian smiled wickedly, an interesting idea forming in his mind, and began to consider which famous newspaper to choose.

……

Disiffi and Lily were instantly back at the top of the clock tower, in that small room overlooking the entire Londinion.

"Honestly, my wrist still hurts a bit. You pulled too hard and too hastily." Disifei raised her hand to show Lily her still red wrist.

That was the mark left when Lily suddenly grabbed her and teleported directly there when she had just suggested that Dorian might have become a Void Spawn.

"I apologize, the situation was urgent just now. If it really was a Void Spawn, arriving even a second earlier would have reduced the losses."

"Is that really the only reason? Aren't there any other factors?" Disifei asked with a slightly teasing smile.

"Yes." Lily shifted her position, not looking at Disiffie.

"Could you look me in the eye and answer again?"

Lily didn't say anything, but simply adjusted her top hat and pushed up her monocle, as if she hadn't heard anything at all. She completely ignored Dislife and walked towards the door on her own.

"Don't you also find him interesting...?"

Standing at the door, about to turn and leave, she murmured to herself in a barely audible voice.