Fast Travel System: Male God Raiders 101 times

Chapter 312

"What's up?"

"It's really rare. Do you mean you want to leave this country?"

"Uh, um. Yes."

"Ha, t-t-t--you really hate books, don't you?"

"No. I like books very much. In that regard, this is a wonderful country. Because you can read all kinds of books."

"what."

"You're right. I like it here too...then why do you still want to travel?"

"...um...Xia Enxue, do you have time? Can you listen to my story?"

"Of course. I'd love to hear it."

"Actually, I... have always dreamed of publishing my own book in the future. I really hope that what I write will be appreciated by everyone. So I want to travel."

"Huh? Can't you do it here?"

"Yes."

"why?"

"It's no wonder if you don't know... In this country, no one thinks about writing anything. Everyone just reads for fun. So there are no publishing houses or printing houses."

"Then so many books...?"

"A few times a year, merchants called booksellers collect books from all over the place and wholesale them here. They bring books, and none of them were written here."

"Oh……"

"I'm shocked..."

"I... I have always liked fantasy since I was a child. I always enjoy it alone when I conceive various stories in my mind, or let the characters show their talents to the fullest. For example, before going to bed, or when you should listen carefully in class."

"Understandable."

"So-so."

"The same is true when reading. Feeling the fun in the book, you know, sometimes this fun can instantly become the trigger of my fantasy. My thoughts are obviously traveling along the clues in the book, and suddenly they jump to the next page. A ship was sailing next to me. In order to quickly turn the steering wheel, I suddenly formed the outline of my imaginary story, and I was intoxicated with the story I was constantly enriching. Sometimes I was so fascinated that I completely forgot to turn the page."

"I do that sometimes."

"Gradually, I am no longer satisfied with fantasy. I am eager to preserve my story through words. I hope that someone will read it and understand it. I hope that I can touch others as I am touched, and can be like myself. Pleasure others as you get pleasure.”

"So that's how it is."

"This feeling is getting stronger and stronger. The so-called ego container has a limited capacity. While reading something, you also need to release something. There are so many interesting books written by others in this country. The more you read, the more you think about yourself. Write something too. In other words, it's like... when someone tells an interesting story, you feel reluctant to tell the story you know. Maybe because you think your own story is more interesting Maybe it’s because of this confrontational mentality, or maybe it’s out of jealousy that I regret that I didn’t know the story. Or maybe it’s a combination of both.”

"Please continue."

"I want to write my own book, that's my dream... But I'm the only one who can say that here. Maybe I'm the weirdest person in the country. In the eyes of everyone, reading and commenting on ready-made books Books are enough, why should I write them myself? So, a friend said to me, write a book? So what can I do?"

"..."

"But I'm hopeless, and deep in my heart there is an irresistible urge to write."

(End of this chapter)