I, Otto, create destruction in the world of mobile games

But we cannot rule out the possibility that the name was a waste of time.

I have to say that the most difficult thing at the beginning of writing a novel is not the content or the characters, but the introduction and the title, which can be said to be extremely painful.

"Zaoyou, take a look." After yawning, Zaoyou simply flipped through the first chapter of the book.

The character illustration is in black and white, and depicts a huge monster with a bloody mouth, just like the demon that once ravaged the continent of Teyvat. The next chapter shows the slaughter of humans and the extinction of civilization. The ruins of the earth present a kind of dead despair.

And only at this time did the first chapter of the book appear.

Two big words were engraved on it.

Collapse!

"Sir, do you look unhappy?" Kuroda frowned. He witnessed Zaoyu's expression, from sleepiness to frowning, which seemed very serious. This reaction probably meant there was no hope.

However, unexpectedly, Zaoyu paid the money directly and looked at Kuroda.

"Well, if the author of this book publishes the next volume, please leave a copy. Zaoyu will definitely come. This is the deposit, please!" The extra money was handed over, and then Kuroda never saw the customer again. The only thing was that there was one book missing from the store, and some more Mora on the table, proving that the previous ones were not fake.

"Deposit? Is it really that good?" Kuroda sighed. Zaoyu's previous reaction made him feel that this book would be very popular in the future.

What is reservation?

I’m just afraid that I won’t be able to buy something, or in other words, something that is very nice.

But is this book really that great?

Kuroda scratched his head and opened a novel about Honkai Impact 3 out of curiosity. He was initially indifferent to it, but because of the beginning and the interactions, he gradually became addicted to it.

In just one week, we can see quite a few guests at Yaedo, and it is quite popular compared to before.

As the editor of Yaedo, Ah Mao looked at the scene with some curiosity towards the writer Shunji beside him, "By the way, is this the update of Chenxiang Shijianlu? So many customers?"

"It shouldn't be. I don't think I've seen this novel cover before." Shunji shook his head. He was familiar with Chenxiang Shijianlu, but the painting style of this book in the hands of many people was a style he had never seen before.

Moreover, there were groups of people around discussing it.

"...This novel is amazing!"

"Indeed, it is completely different from the light novels I have read. Moreover, it seems that there is no protagonist. Or rather, the current protagonist is Kiana."

"Why can't it be Mei?"

"I don't think it's okay for Cricket to be a cook."

"I prefer Bronya. She has a three-no feeling. She is cute and silly."

"It's quite interesting." Ah Mao and Shunji couldn't resist their curiosity. Listening to the discussion around them, they were a little confused. How could a novel be without a protagonist?

How do you tell that story?

There is also the title of this book. I have no idea what it means. To be honest, if it weren’t for the illustrations, it would not attract any customers at all. But there is no way. Shunji and Amao have to admit that the illustration on the cover is quite something.

Eventually, both of them bought a copy.

As the plot progressed, the two went from being disdainful to full of anticipation, and they hurriedly paid the deposit, which made Kuroda, who was working, somewhat emotional.

That's him from a few days ago.

----------------------"The power of faith has been increased, and it seems to be working well." Looking at the numbers increasing on the system mall, Otto, who was sitting in the attic, lay comfortably on the bed.

But before he could rest for long, there were several knocks on the door.

"Be quiet, my dear editor-in-chief, and speak slowly if you have anything to say." After opening the door, Otto saw Yae Shinto outside the door, holding the Imperial Coin in his hand, and looking very surprised.

"Of course, your novel sales are very good. You've done a great job. You are really talented."

"The compliment is nice, but I would rather have some substantial rewards, such as a pass or something." Holding his head in his hands, Otto actually knew about this a long time ago. Increasing the power of faith is the best way to answer.

"Okay, just consider it as a reward for you, keep it, but you can't leave Inazuma Castle." Yae Kamiko was also very clear, she knew what Otto was thinking, or rather, Otto would walk around almost every day during the few days of creation, and even if he couldn't leave Yingxiang Mountain, he would still enjoy the scenery. It was enough to see the boy's desire for freedom.

"Thank you. I just happen to need it." After getting the pass, Otto got up from the bed and seemed to be planning to go out.

"Go out? You don't want to use this good time to write?" Yae Shinko frowned and looked at Otto with some dissatisfaction, "If you do this, the readers will be disappointed."

"I think you're the only one who'll be disappointed." As if he had already seen through Yae Shinko's thoughts, Otto handed over the completed manuscript before leaving, "I've already written it, but..."

Yae Shinko tilted her head, somewhat confused.

"But what?"

"Nothing, it's just that the plot may have some unexpected twists and turns, and there may be a little bit of knife? If you can understand." Otto coughed, "If you don't understand the meaning of knife, I can explain it to you."

"How could I not understand this?" Yae Shinko rolled her eyes at Otto, not caring at all. "Using a slight tragedy to set off the warm daily life is also a good adjustment. If it's just a daily life, readers will get bored. This is very good."

"Um...as long as you are happy." Otto did not dare to pursue the "weakness" and ran away.

Only Shen Zi was left in the room alone, savoring the contents of the second volume.

"The voice in the dream?"

-----------In the courtyard, Kamisato Ayaka was stroking the strings of the piano today. The gentle and elegant sound of the piano spread in the courtyard. The wonderful string music with simple melody gradually converged into a hearty tune, with a sense of beauty of being drunk on the battlefield. This is also the piano music that Kamisato Ayaka has been learning recently.

The difficulty can be said to be quite high.

For this reason, the teachers who taught Miss Kamisato were a little worried. After all, there were signs of her running away before. To be honest, it was inevitable that people were a little worried.

But surprisingly, on the first day the piece was given to Miss Kamisato, the girl was very enthusiastic and kept asking about the melody between the various strings.

And now it seems that the talent is very high. In just one week, Miss Kamisato has completely mastered the tune.

"Well done, your efforts have paid off." Ling Ren was here today too, also because his sister had some problems in the past few days, so he had to take time out to look after her. Only if he did it himself could he feel assured of his family's safety, and today, Ling Hua did not disappoint him.

But unlike several teachers, Ling Ren knew very well that his sister did not have any talent.

The reason why she was able to learn this difficult piece of music was because of her hard work late into the night. During the day and into the night, she kept failing and gaining familiarity. Since that day, her sister seemed to have an extra quality. She became more and more courageous in the face of failure. Not only did she not retreat, but her resilience was also improving.

Lingren is willing to use a very childish but very suitable word to describe it.

courage.

"My brother is too modest. This is what Ling Hua should do." She was humble and polite, and in front of outsiders she looked like a graceful young lady. However, Ling Hua bowed slightly, as if she was in a different mood after finishing today's study time. She seemed to be a little happy: "However, brother, please allow Ling Hua to leave."

It looked like she was asking for resignation, but only Ling Ren knew that his sister was preparing to leave the society.

This is also the reward for her hard work.

Ling Ren would definitely not object. Rather, Ling Hua's efforts during this period made him hope that his sister could go out and relax for a while, but this situation couldn't help but make Ling Ren curious.

Who is my sister planning to meet when she goes out?

Want to try some street food?

Or go to Yaedo to read new novels?

Or go see the scenery?

Ling Ren felt that there were many possibilities, and they were all reassuring. But he didn't know if it was because he cared too much or what, he inexplicably thought that his sister might have fallen in love with a boy.

It's a bit worrying.

Ling Hua is young and has little experience, so he might be deceived by others.

"How about we go and take a look?" Ling Ren felt that his brain must be broken today, and he even had the absurd idea of ​​following his sister, but a feeling in his heart told him otherwise.

must go!

"....Otto, are you there?" After making sure that there was no one behind her, Kamisato Ayaka left the society and walked towards an area of ​​Yingxiang Mountain with a dagger in her hand.

Empty, no one.

This made Kamisato Ayaka feel a little disappointed, maybe because she arrived too late and the other party had already left.

"Hey, hey, I feel like I'm bullying a girl. My conscience will hurt." However, a lazy voice came from the side. Otto was holding a piece of grass in his mouth and waved his hand. "If you have promised someone, you must keep your promise. This is also what Kiana said at the end of the Sky Meteor."

"Hmm..." Tilting her head shyly, Kamisato Aika pouted, "You're clearly here, but you don't come out. You're such a bad-intentioned guy."

"Forget it, what story should I tell today?"

"Today, I won't tell you any more stories." Otto shook his head, and Kamisato Ayaka was a little confused. "Why?"

"Maybe. Your face is full of stories. If you need someone to share them with, I can listen to them." Pointing at Ling Hua's expression, Otto said slowly.

"Ah, is it that obvious?" Ling Hua's expression turned slightly red.

To be honest, all the hard work these days was for today, but Kamisato Ayaka herself didn’t know what it was. She only knew that she was looking forward to this day.

Maybe, I’m looking forward to the story.

Or maybe, he was looking forward to Otto?

"I can't say it's obvious, I can only say it's clear at a glance." Otto teased, and the humorous remark made Kamisato Ayaka happy. As the eldest daughter of the Kamisato family, she seemed to have never chatted with anyone, and everyone who knew her identity was respectful to her.

From this perspective, Otto seems to be unaware of his own identity.

Ling Hua felt that it was necessary to conceal this. She also hoped that she would have a good friend, preferably forever.

"Okay, let's talk while we walk..." Kamisato pursed her lips and walked side by side with Otto, telling him all the bitterness and interesting things in life. It was strange to say, but Kamisato Ayaka had almost no burden. With Otto by her side, she didn't feel wary or uncomfortable at all.

The boy's quiet listening gave her a feeling of peace of mind.

This feeling is something to be enjoyed.

"Tea, sword, chess, and piano, it's really hard to learn so much at such a young age." Otto could also feel the pressure and simply complained, "The life of a young lady is really not easy."

"It's not easy, but Otto, I'm not some young lady." Kamisato Ayaka's heart tightened, but she denied it calmly on the surface, "I'm just the daughter of an ordinary family."

"But, aren't these things something that only young ladies learn?" Otto was a little surprised. He was actually very clear about Kamisato's identity, and the other party's denial made him a little confused.

What is Ling Hua afraid of?

"Really not?" Otto touched his chin and asked again.

"Of course, there definitely won't be a young lady as willful as me." Kamisato Ayaka nodded seriously, her attitude was self-evident, and she tried her best to conceal it.

Now it's clear, Otto doesn't care.

Well, you have to cooperate when you need to. After all, there is no need for her to emphasize that she is Miss Kamisato.

"I'm just guessing. After all, Linghua is really pretty." Otto nodded, pretending to believe it, and Kamisato Linghua finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The two chatted and soon arrived at Inazuma City. In an area not far away, a lively festival was being held. There was a lot of traffic and many antiques and snacks could be seen.

Otto wanted to go for a walk, but he changed his mind when he saw Kamisato Ayaka's expression.

Some of them are obviously refusing, but there is hesitation, as if they want to go but cannot. Are they afraid of being recognized?

Although he didn't know why Ling Hua was so worried, he thought about it and came to a stall that sold various kinds of fox masks, which were exquisite and beautiful.

Mora was given by the Son of God. After all, the novel was a best-seller and he also got a share of the profits.

"This... is it for me?" Kamisato Ayaka was a little surprised when she took the mask in her hand. Not only was it the first time in her life that she received a gift from a stranger, but she also felt as if her thoughts had been seen through.

With this mask, she doesn't need to leave the meeting.

"Why?!"

"You're good-looking, and if you meet a bad guy, you'll be in danger. Why don't you wear a mask? I'll wear one too." As he said that, Otto pointed to another mask that seemed to be a matching one with Kamisato Ayaka's. When the two of them put them on, they fit together very well. Even if they were placed in a crowd, they would be mistaken for a couple.

"Really?" Ling Hua's cheeks turned a little red. When she was praised, her heart was beating fast.

Very happy.

"Let's go. Remember to tell me what you want to eat. I'll treat you." Otto patted his waist bag and said confidently. Ling Hua couldn't help but laugh. The two of them wandered around the fair. In addition to various antiques, the places they stopped at the most were snack stalls. It must be said that Ling Hua's life was too boring.

Almost no snacks were eaten.

"Bird's egg grilled", "Assorted fried noodles", "Sweet shrimp sushi" and so on, even encountering things like candied haws are all very novel, and I was even more surprised when I put them in my mouth.

Maybe it’s because she’s not yet the White Egret Princess, Kamisato spends most of her time studying, so she can’t spare any time to enjoy holidays or celebrations.

While tasting the food, Kamisato Ayaka noticed the queue in front of her. It seemed that everyone had a paper boat in their hands, and everyone seemed to write down some wishes. However, the difference was that each person who released the paper boat was a pair of men and women, and they looked very harmonious, just like a boyfriend and girlfriend.

"By the way, what is this?"

"The Magpie Bridge paper boat, if you make a wish on this day and let the paper boat flow into the sea or river, maybe it will bring good luck next year. Of course, it is more effective for love, so most of the people who release paper boats here are couples." The responsible staff said enthusiastically, and looked at Otto and Kamisato Ayaka thoughtfully and gave them a thumbs up.

"You two seem to be a good match. I can give you a paper boat for free."

"Eh?! No, we are not!" Looking at the paper boat stuffed into her hands, Kamisato Ayaka was a little surprised, and her cheeks behind her were even redder.

Lover?

How is that possible? She doesn't have it at all!

"Don't be angry. Just treat it as an opportunity to make a wish. Why care so much?" Otto shook his head helplessly. He rubbed the girl's head and asked, "By the way, what do you want to wish for?"

"A wish..." Feeling the gentle touch on her head, Kamisato Ayaka felt a little strange inside. She tried her best to shift her attention to the paper boat. Since special writing tools were provided, she began to ponder.