Three Towers Game

Chapter 1323 - 419: The Pen of the Master of the Pen (3)

Only when I write with that pen, can I create a house like this, I wrote that fearsome character, Hannibal. I gave him a vampire butler.These clues began to connect.

Wen Xishu thought of a possibility.

"The person who constructs legends..."

The essence of legend is actually a story, but these stories have been passed down because they were crafted by the best storytellers of that era.

In Wen Xishu’s world, almost everyone has come to accept the status of Western Magic Power Hogwarts.

Thus, aside from the original story, there are many spin-offs. The more such works exist, the deeper the roots of this story go.

It’s just like how people also believe in the existence of the world of Lord of the Rings, the Elves, the Dwarves, the Human King... thus spawning many games and film works.

Wen Xishu has no doubt that these things will eventually become legends, too.

But the origin of these things is all stories.

So it can almost be said that the best-selling authors can construct worlds where people are willing to immerse themselves.

And the power of the tower seems to allow legends to become reality.

This is what Aries has been searching for, collecting various legends, seeking the bearers of various legends.

But what if, in this world, there still exists a constructor of legends?

The aforementioned pen might only be wielded by the best-selling authors.

Perhaps this person has already realized their power, and precisely because of this, they hide in the tower, afraid to come out, fearing being found.

He turns all the warm stories into something eerie, so that these eerie things can protect him, can become unrecognizable.

But at the same time, he is also screening adventurers.

Maybe he yearns to break some kind of fate.

Wen Xishu thought this and decided to go big, deciding to write these things into his works, incorporating his understanding of the Three Towers and his analysis of this Master of the Pen.

"I have written countless stories, and I have constructed many worlds, I am the best-selling author in this world, I have succeeded, but I never thought that the apocalypse would descend, that those worlds could truly come to be. I also thus became some kind of... tool."

"I am that pen, the pen that the gods attempt to use to construct legends."

"I became scared because I could not thus become the master of the world; on the contrary, my power was eyed by those capable of destroying me. I know what that means."

"I must hide in the Pen Town I created. I made Pen Town unrecognizable because only then can it protect me from being found. I hide myself away in the Land of Obsession where the gods cannot find me, but I also became trapped inside."

"In the eyes of countless adventurers, they see a truly tangible world..."

"But what I see is only the void in the gaps between countless worlds. I’ve hidden here for a long, long time and don’t know how much longer will pass. Suddenly, I can’t remember who I am. Am I an adventurer, or am I the master of this town?"

"I wish to give hints to adventurers, guiding them to death, and also guiding them to me..."

"Perhaps ultimately, I hope that I can leave here."

Drop the pen.

At this moment, Wen Xishu truly wrote as the Master of the Pen, his portrayal indeed matched the scene, questioning himself in the void.

But he did not mention his own name the entire time, only using "I" to describe.

I am naturally me.

But a first-person depiction might also lead the Master of the Pen to have certain associations.

Sure enough, Wen Xishu suddenly heard a new voice in his mind.

It was a sigh.

[Ah... I most dislike you people doing reading comprehension with thoughts far more complex than when the author simply wrote the original text.]

Indeed, Wen Xishu was such a person.

Perhaps many authors, when writing a passage of environmental description, had no emotions whatsoever, just suddenly thought about it. It bears no relation to his childhood, his past, or his mood.

But the combination of words inherently produces a desire for interpretation. You can’t just neglect the possibility of such thinking because the author didn’t have that idea then.

Otherwise, you will never experience the three-dimensional beauty of words.

Of course, Wen Xishu does not think he has overly interpreted, these clues linked together, this is exactly what he thought of.

Reid’s heart quickened, watching Wen Xishu drop the pen, cautiously asking:

"Bro, too much?"

Wen Xishu neither nodded nor shook his head:

"Next, it’s either clearing early or packing up early."