Chapter 21: You are definitely that damn eunuch from Sanwen Prefecture! (Please keep reading!)

Ron stood by the window, watching the police cars below.

“I didn’t expect it to end with a call to the police,” he said, glancing back at Bailu, who was happily petting the Demon Lord Cat over there.

Bailu rolled her eyes at Ron’s remark. “In situations like this, a normal person’s first reaction should be to call the police, right? What good does it do to come to me? We’re not an official agency. Handling these kinds of matters isn’t our responsibility.”

“Huh? You guys aren’t an official organization?” Ron was a little surprised.

But then, thinking about Bailu’s profession—she was a co-administrator of the World Consciousness—it made sense.

Bailu sneered. “Of course not. Honestly, I’m glad we’re not. If those agencies handled things like individuals, our workload would be much lighter.”

“But without them, things might be even worse.”

“Enough about that,” Bailu said, pushing the “Heartworm” card back to Ron. “I searched through our library and found no character capable of producing this kind of Heartworm.”

“So the other party isn’t a creator?”

“At least, not one we’ve developed,” Bailu replied, gesturing to Ron’s watch. “The stabilizer is our product, but the creator is not. As long as they can produce works, they can gain power through others reading or watching them.”

“The creators were originally a group of early resonators who, to ease their symptoms, followed doctors’ advice and turned their experiences in the spiritual realm into creative works.”

“We’ve only formalized this profession, but that doesn’t mean every creator is under our jurisdiction,” Bailu explained. “In fact, our library contains many ordinary writers suspected of being resonators.”

Ron frowned. “If that’s the case, then it’s impossible to locate the other party? I should be able to provide some clues about their works…”

Fragments of some works were embedded in the memories he had received.

Bailu shook her head. “I already investigated based on your information. The other party is very cautious. After you caught that Heartworm, they removed all their works from circulation.”

“What about the account? Even if it’s deleted, there should still be data, right?”

“Of course, but do you really think a 97-year-old grandmother from a mountainous area would do something like that?”

Ron was silent for a moment.

“As long as they continue to nurture Heartworms this way, their mistakes will eventually be caught,” Bailu sighed, then changed the subject. “Your first recommendation is this Sunday—five days from now. You’d better use this time to quickly improve your combat strength.”

The “recommendation” Bailu mentioned was, naturally, the team dungeon.

Though calling it a team dungeon wasn’t entirely accurate; creators who enter the dungeon are competitors. The creator who contributes the most to clearing the dungeon earns more monthly dungeon votes, which helps them climb the rankings and improve their strength.

Of course, if the dungeon is too difficult, the creators often band together to clear it.

After saying this, Bailu hurriedly left.

Several authors had stopped updating again, and she needed to check on them.

Once Bailu left, Ron opened the backend and saw many new comments. He clicked to read them.

The first comment completely threw him off.

“Are you by any chance Sanwen Zhou’s alt account?”

Huh? Who was Sanwen Zhou?

Just as Ron was puzzled, the readers below had already started discussing.

They were seriously analyzing the connection between “Salmon” and “Sanwen Zhou.”

“Definitely an alt! The names are so similar!”

“Yes, yes! Both have protagonists who raise daughters as their golden finger, and both have Vivian! It’s definitely that eunuch Sanwen Zhou!”

“…Hearing their confident arguments, Ron almost began to doubt whether he really was Sanwen Zhou.

Out of curiosity, Ron searched for Sanwen Zhou’s books, only to find that the author had long since stopped writing.

Still… the writing style did seem somewhat similar to his own.

Maybe he could refer to it if he ever hit a writing block.

While dazed, Ron saw another new comment.

“Single heroine or multiple heroines? I won’t read if it’s multiple heroines.”

Ron immediately lost his composure.

“Salmon: ? The protagonist is a girl…”

“Oh. Then is it single heroine or multiple heroines?”

What the hell…

Ron twitched his mouth, realizing he really couldn’t answer that question.

Who the hell knows such things!

What if Vivian suddenly got better one day?

Reality could sometimes be truly magical.

Fortunately, aside from that, his book’s comment section was quite friendly. Besides encouragement, many readers were saying Vivian was adorable.

He wondered when he’d be able to unlock Vivian’s character card.

There were also serious discussions about the plot, such as guessing the true identity of the Black Cat.

Some readers even speculated that the Black Cat was actually the mad Demon Lord Ron.

I haven’t even dropped any hints yet, so how did they figure it out…

Ron felt a bit disappointed but quickly reminded himself it was normal.

The online literature platform had been around for ten years; what plot hadn’t been written? Readers had seen so much that guessing similar storylines was only natural.

After uploading today’s update, Ron turned back to the resonant text before him.

This Sunday was the recommendation day.

These dungeons could yield a lot of monthly votes.

He couldn’t afford to fall behind.

To achieve good results, the strength of his character card was paramount.

Ron decided that in these five days of updates, the Demon Lord Cat would gain new residual soul power.

Given his book’s current traffic, he should be able to unlock the same power for his character card—if not, he’d have to resort to the Heartworm.

While Ron was just starting to immerse himself in the dungeon, Vivian was also busy refining the remaining potions.

Vigfat watched as Vivian completed refining the potions.

These originally mildly toxic potions, once refined and concentrated, had become highly poisonous—enough to easily take the life of an adult human.

According to Vigfat’s estimate, even a dragon would become dazed after drinking a bottle.

“You’re planning to use it as fuel, and then use this unique magic to gain greater power?” Vigfat, of course, couldn’t miss the special nature of Vivian’s self-burning magic.

“Yep! Isn’t my idea great, Teacher?” Vivian nodded. She knew she couldn’t fool her teacher, so she might as well be honest.

“Have you thought about other effects this magic might have?” Vigfat suddenly had a new idea.

“Huh?”

Vigfat drank the potion in his hand.

Vigfat was poisoned.

“Ahhh!” Vivian’s eyes widened in shock.

Vigfat swayed weakly and said in a feeble voice, “Activate the magic and attack me.”

What the hell! Are you seriously sick or something?!

Vivian activated the self-burning magic.

Without hesitation, she threw a punch at Vigfat.

Vigfat was sent flying.

At that moment, Vivian understood Vigfat’s idea.

“Teacher! Here I come!”

She lunged forward without hesitation.

Her fists rained down on Vigfat like droplets of rain.

Seeing this, Ron was dumbfounded.

No! What kind of mages are you guys exactly?!