It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

There was silence in the Colosseum for a moment, and then the music and lights returned to normal.

However, all platinum authors know that this is only temporary.

If the black fog of the Writers Association cannot dispel Liu Zheng's blood fog, then it will be a lot of fun.

And this is the normal process of the dance battle, the black fogs of the authors collide and consume each other.

While the authors feel the pain, they are also able to free themselves from their negative thoughts.

This process also polishes the author's thinking.

As the dance king who perseveres to the end, his negative thoughts are eliminated most thoroughly, and he can often write a work that exceeds his level after the dance.

But now something unexpected happened.

Who could have imagined that this newcomer's negative thoughts would be so fierce?

It was as if an endless amount of black fog was pouring towards the stage, sizzling like hot oil being poured on a branding iron, and transforming into wisps of burnt smoke.

Although Liu Zheng's blood mist cannot be compared with those of the authors in terms of quantity, its texture is surprisingly hard due to the blessing of the gospel.

Seeing that half of the black fog in the venue had disappeared, while only a thin layer of the thick fog around him had been worn away, those platinum authors couldn't help but feel a headache.

They only ever complain that authors have too many negative emotions, but they never thought that one day they would complain that there is not enough black fog.

But if forces outside the process are used, it may lead to more uncontrollable results.

How to do?

The other platinum authors all looked at the black cat.

Since they can come to this dance, they must have a good relationship with the black cat.

But as platinum authors, they naturally have their own will and temper.

Although they didn't speak, their eyes conveyed the same message.

"You want to recruit new blood, so you have to solve the problem. Otherwise, don't expect us to support you as vice president."

The black cat naturally also received their thoughts and sighed helplessly.

It still has high hopes for this newcomer, but no one could have expected such an accident to happen.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Delivery Man."

Black Cat took out a monocle from his jacket pocket and walked towards Liu Zheng.

As for Hiashikibu? She had already been standing there in shock.

"Wait a moment."

However, when the platinum authors reached a consensus and the authors below gold were silent, a discordant voice was heard among the audience.

The novelist bent his knees and leaped onto the stage like a jumping spider.

Then, she dodged and stood in front of the black cat.

"I won't allow anyone to hurt him."

The novelist said this seriously.

"I understand your feelings, but now it's not us who want to hurt him. He wants to hurt himself and us."

The black cat said patiently.

There is still some time before the black fog dissipates, so it wants to try to persuade the other party.

After all, the novelist is no ordinary person. If he offends her, it will not be good for his future work as the chairman of the association.

"I can take him away."

The novelist said.

"Don't be silly. You should know that once the dance battle starts, it can't stop unless a winner is decided."

"Even if you take him out of the Quill Club, the blood mist on him won't disappear."

"In fact, when the gospel comes, it will not be us but the city hall that will arrest him."

The black cat shook his head.

“I can smooth over the relationship at City Hall.”

The novelist said, pursing his lips.

“Even if you can smooth over the relationship with City Hall, can you still get your hands on the bloody restaurant?”

The black cat said mercilessly.

"The half-human, half-black goat kid is a useful employee, but the black goat kid blessed by the gospel is the most delicious ingredient."

"I understand everything you said."

The novelist said calmly.

Her family background is far more prominent than Black Cat's, and her history is even longer, so how could she not understand all these twists and turns?

But so what?

"He is the man I reserved. No one can touch him except me."

The serrated blade tore through the large furisode, revealing the snow-white skin underneath.

The novelist held his arm horizontally with a slanted blade pointed at everyone in the Writers Association.

Chapter 229 Amon, you bastard!

"Izanami, do you really know what you are doing?"

The black cat gradually lost his patience.

Writing pure love sweet stories is just a job, doing gossip and cruel things is life.

What's more, the novelist also wrote sad stories.

"Call me a novelist. I know very well that if I learn the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening."

The novelist said firmly.

"I see, you want to go the emotional flow route."

The black cat suddenly realized.

"Emotions flow quickly, but it's a narrow path. Have you thought about it?"

it asked.

"Your path is a smooth one, but there hasn't been a narrator in over two hundred years."

the novelist shot back.

"Narrator, narrator. Alas~"

Black Cat sighed, and the other platinum authors also looked sympathetic.

As an author, the narrator is their ultimate goal.

But since the Metropolitan Museum of Art began to record, there have been very few narrators.

The last narrator appeared more than two hundred years ago, and that was the current president of the Writers Association.

It is also because of his existence that the Writers Association, a loose organization, can stand on equal footing with other top forces.

However, the president has rarely appeared in public in recent years, and I don’t know what his current condition is.

Thinking of the ominous consequences in the later years of the narrators recorded in the association's library, Black Cat subconsciously changed his ears into airplane ears.

We can't wait any longer, we must get the situation under control immediately.

The black cat took out a monocle and put it on his eyes, a chilling smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Interesting, this scent really smells like the Mother Goddess."

It looked at Liu Zheng and spoke, its tone completely changing into that of another person.

"Five minutes? That's not enough. You have to let me out for at least an hour."

The black cat muttered to himself.

"That's what you said. Half an hour, and I can do whatever I want."

"Don't worry, I won't go to places I shouldn't go. If you die, how can I get out?"

The black cat smiled.

The communication that outsiders could not spy on ended, and it looked at the novelist.

"Miss, are you going to go down by yourself, or do you want me to drive you down?"

"As a gentleman, I advise you to go down by yourself. This way you can retain some dignity and I can save some time."

Black Cat said slowly.

The novelist did not answer, but his vigilance was raised to the highest level.

For platinum-level authors, their greatest abilities are often related to their works.

Black Cat's best work is "Amon and His Monocle".

One of its abilities is to transform into the personality of "Amon", the protagonist of this novel.

Under this personality, Black Cat is extremely powerful and very strange.

Once, a group of cultists wanted to kidnap it to write scriptures for their sect, but they were all killed after the black cat transformed it into the "Amon" personality.

The strength of those sects was quite strong, only slightly inferior to the Yuanshen Sect that Liu Zheng had seen.

Black Cat used this trick to deal with her, it seems that he really doesn't intend to hold back.

Then don’t stay.

The novelist's eyes became more determined.

Only when one is extremely emotional can one attain the highest level of writing.

The author of Emotional Flow never asks himself what he should write, but only what he wants to write.

And now, she wanted to write a story about fighting against the whole world for him.

After the thought came to mind, countless glowing words emerged from the novelist's mind.

That was her gushing inspiration and also her years of accumulation.

The glowing words gathered behind her into a huge glowing human figure.

The human figure has the eyes and brows of a novelist, but is wearing a shrine maiden's costume.

The novelist clasped his blade arms together, and the giant phantom of the miko also clasped its hands together.

A nearly three-meter-long single-edged straight knife appeared in her hand, surrounded by dazzling thunder.

"Budu Yuhun Sword."

Amon frowned.

As another personality of the black cat, he naturally shared its memories.

The Butsu-myoutam Sword is a weapon from a short story written by the novelist when he was still Izanami.

The protagonist Emperor Jimmu and Takemikaze God develop an earth-shattering love, but it is not tolerated by humans and gods.

The mother goddess Izanami could not bear to see her child in pain, so she wanted to kill Emperor Jimmu.

In order to protect his lover, Takemikaze swung his sword at his mother goddess and cut off one of Izanami's hands with the sword of Butsu-mikoto.

When Emperor Jimmu saw that Takemikaze had caused a disaster, he snatched the Butsu-mikaze Soul from him while he was not paying attention in order to prevent him from being killed by his angry father god Izanagi. He took all the blame and committed suicide.

When Jianyu Raishin saw that his lover committed suicide and was unwilling to live alone, he also killed himself with the Butsu Yuhun sword.

This short story is the novelist's masterpiece. It won the first place in the short story click list of all platforms that year and dominated the list for half a year.

It was because of this short story that she became a gold-level author.

But this alone was not enough for Amon to care.

His short story only topped the charts for half a year, but he was the protagonist of a novel that was still at the top of the long bestseller list two years after it was completed.