The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

At this time, in the salon of the Historical Society, there were three groups of people confronting each other, and some others were watching.

These three groups belonged to the top brass of the Historical Society (including Carol Hausman), the revealers who refused to close the salon, and those who wanted to dissuade but did not agree with each other.

It is worth mentioning that those enlighteners who refused to close the salon used the function of the entrance hall of the salon to disguise themselves.

The source of this matter is that Carol Hausmann and some other high-level officials of the Historical Society came to the salon this morning to confirm the closure.

Of course, they didn't have the same authority as Mr. Xia, so they said it was "closed", but in essence they just arranged some people at the entrance hall to prevent people from entering.

The reason why they came to confirm was that many stalls in the salon—such as those drink stalls and dessert stalls—were still open.

After the group arena, people gradually regarded the salon as a "salon".Many people make a little money in this place, so when the senior management of the Historical Society decided to temporarily close the salon, they packed it up slowly, even rather unconvinced.

When Carol and others came to check the situation, they had a conflict with one of the drink stands.In the beginning, it was just that the enlightener was unwilling to leave, but soon, the small conflict turned into a very fierce confrontation inexplicably.

In the blink of an eye, the surroundings were surrounded by many people, and Carol Housman became the central figure.

Joseph Morton and the other elders are away today.Not sure if they were deliberately escaping the chaos of the last day before the salon closed.

Carol cursed inwardly.

He felt as if he had been deliberately pushed out by the other elders.

His eyes swept over everyone around him.This confrontation has been going on for some time.Several enlighteners even quarreled with them before, and almost got into a fight.Therefore, the third wave of talents will get involved to persuade the fight.

From the beginning to the end, Carol didn't say a word, he didn't show any emotion, just observed silently.

…Becoming an elder, or in other words, before reaching the top of the historical society, the first thing he taught him was to observe.

The Historical Society is a complicated and chaotic place, and it is difficult to discern everyone's identity and position.Therefore, he must remain silent and observe carefully at this time.

The last time Mr. Xia appeared, he did the same.Even though Mr. Xia mentioned the Faculty, and the Faculty was exactly what Carol wanted to change, Carol still kept silent, just like what he did now.

He slowly registered some people.He means, those around.The people who confronted them all put on masks, not even the ones they were used to.

So Carol is more inclined to observe the people around her.

He discovered Darrell Hobbs.After staring at the young boy for a moment, he looked away tacitly.

As the guide of the young Revelator, Carol knew the young boy's outstanding performance in the third corridor, and also knew that he must keep in touch with Professor Siles Noel.I am afraid that the other party will also realize this.

Therefore, they also have a certain consensus on the current situation of the salon-someone is fishing in troubled waters.

It is true that some revelators are dissatisfied simply because of the closure of the salon, but there must also be followers of the old gods who take advantage of this opportunity to stir up conflicts and conflicts.

There may be many purposes for them, but since they appeared at this moment, they gave their opponents an opportunity to take advantage of them—the opportunity to find out these followers of the old gods.

But the question is, who?

In the long confrontation, Carroll has found several suspicious candidates.Amidst the noisy and chaotic voices and movements, some people's eyes are still calm and gloomy.

He has to figure out a way.thought Carol.A way must be found to break this stalemate.

but……

"It's quite lively here today." A voice suddenly penetrated all the hustle and bustle and appeared in their ears.

It was as if there was an invisible pressure suppressing them.They looked at each other, and then subconsciously turned their eyes to the place where the voice appeared.At the same time, there seemed to be a blue translucent wall that was similar to a water film, surrounding them.

"...However, there seems to be a group of uninvited guests." The man's voice continued slowly, "This is a bit surprising."

They finally saw the man.He was standing on the edge of the blue translucent wall, and after noticing everyone's gaze, he smiled slightly: "It's not very pleasant, is it?"

"... Mr. Xia!"

People exclaimed one after another.There are at least a few hundred of the enlighteners gathered in the salon at this moment.They rubbed shoulders together, looking at the man at the door either in disbelief or thoughtfully.

"Good afternoon, everyone." Mr. Xia said slowly, "I heard that a group of uninvited guests broke into the salon, so I came here to deal with it. Because of this, I even had to postpone my lunch."

He showed a gentle but emotionless smile: "So, we have a quick fight?"

"What... what unexpected guest?" Someone asked boldly.

Mr. Xia ignored the question.

Then someone asked: "How to solve it?"

Mr. Xia looked at this man with admiration, and then snapped his fingers.A delicate full-length mirror suddenly appeared beside him.

"I have noticed that some people have used salon attire," Mr. Xia said, "but now is not the time to put on your masks. So, please come and take off your masks. Come one by one, don't worry."

He stood there leisurely, still wearing that gentle smile.But no one acted at this time, nor believed that his smile was really so gentle.

"Mr. Xia seems to be angry today."

Carol heard someone whispering beside him.Some other people even looked at Carol, expecting him to say something at this time.Carol, on the other hand, looked at the man at the entrance of the salon solemnly.

Mr. Xia is the manipulator of the salon, in other words, he obviously blocked their way out with this inexplicable blue translucent wall that glowed like water.

Carol noticed that some people had shown slightly agitated and disturbed expressions.Those enlighteners who refused to close the salon of the Historical Society also looked at each other in blank dismay, dumbfounded there.

Mr. Xia's appearance here was something none of them expected.And Mr. Xia's decisive method also made them surprised and hesitated.

Suddenly, someone said loudly: "But, what right do you have to do that?"

His words were addressed to Mr. Xia, but when he said that, he didn't even look at Mr. Xia.He just lowered his head, as if venting his anger, and said loudly: "Is the salon the place where you can do whatever you want?!"

It looked like a young man of seventeen or eighteen, and he even had freckles on his face.He stood there stiffly with his neck stuck, as if he didn't want to succumb to Mr. Xia's cruelty.

Mr. Xia looked at the young man, and then said: "Indeed." He snapped his fingers again, and in an instant, water poured in, dousing the young man's body and washing off his clothes, "I am here Do whatever you want."

That young man... no, now it should be said that the middle-aged man, he was completely stupid there.

His body was still dry, as if the water was false and had only washed away his make-up.But he was trembling again, feeling that the water flow just now was very real, as if a basin of ice water had really been splashed on top of his head.

"So, everyone, don't let me use such a rough method?" Mr. Xia said casually, "the decent full-length mirror is here."

...This method is too ostentatious.thought Carol.Even 14 years ago, Mr. Xia had never been so high-profile.

So, why did he choose to do this?This can make some people jump over the wall.

The middle-aged man collapsed on the ground, looking quite frightened.The others avoided him in silence.A stuffy and silent atmosphere spread in the salon.

Finally, the first person walked to the full-length mirror beside Mr. Xia.He was one of those who previously opposed the closing of the Salon by the Historical Society.

He looked like a calm and strong man of the middle age, but when the clothes were taken off, a young, reckless and ashamed face was revealed.He doesn't seem to want to use this look again, and he doesn't want to come to the salon again.

He wiped his face in a hurry, then walked outside Mr. Xia.To his surprise, there were many, many onlookers at the door.They obviously also saw the scene in the salon, and there was no sound at the moment.

The young man couldn't help being stunned for a while, and his expression became even more ugly and ashamed.He squeezed out quickly.

Not long after, the clothes of the dozen or so people faded away, and they all looked young.There were also some people who didn't use their costumes, but they also stood at the side of the full-length mirror before leaving.

The salon gradually became less crowded, but the silence continued.

Darrell walks to Carol intentionally or unintentionally.He whispered, "That's the end?"

"No, that's impossible," Carol said almost silently.

Darrell didn't say much either.They stood there silently.More and more people stood in front of the full-length mirror and then left.But there are also people who remain motionless.

Darrell's eyes were on the artists' figures.But he didn't look carefully, so as not to arouse the other party's vigilance.

After about half of the people had left, a voice suddenly sounded gloomy: "So, are you on the side of the Historical Society?" The voice paused for a while, and then said, "Isn't it just the way you act like this?" Are you clearing the historical society?"

Carol couldn't help being taken aback.Indeed, Mr. Xia's actions were quite rough, but the salon will obviously be emptied soon.Because Mr. Xia's attitude is quite obvious: either go now or don't go.

Their eyes looked at the person who spoke, who appeared to be a man in his 40s, and his clothes were covered with oil paint, which seemed to be the identity of a painter.

Darrell couldn't help being shocked, because this man was the one he had met in the artist department before.He kept a calm expression as much as possible so as not to be discovered - he is here with his real face now!

Mr. Xia also looked at this person.He squinted his eyes thoughtfully, and then answered irrelevantly: "In the past 23 years, you have used this outfit, and you have come to the salon a total of 497 times...mostly after I left."

The man changed his face, and he said: "You can't...!"

"I don't understand...I came here last week and mentioned the affairs of the academic department. And now, you are here again openly." Mr. Xia's tone softened, even with a hint of a smile, "Since Throw in a snare?"

The man's expression became ugly. He stared at Mr. Xia, moved his lips, but couldn't say anything.

"...Actually, this problem is quite easy to solve, isn't it?" Mr. Xia still said gently, "It's good to change the contradiction between the enlightener and the Historical Society into the contradiction between the enlightener and me. I don't mind doing this. "

Carol felt a little surprised when he heard Mr. Xia's words.He suddenly understood what Mr. Xia meant.

It is a rather unexpected move for the Historical Society to temporarily close the salon and conduct a departmental review.

For ordinary enlighteners, they will feel a little bit of dissatisfaction and irritability, after all, they are used to the existence of the salon.But maybe that's all.

Although it is said to be "temporarily" closed, according to the attitude of the senior management of the Historical Society, they actually want to close it permanently, but they have not yet found any solution.During this temporary closure, they would subtly get the Revelators used to the absence of the salon.

Slowly, Mr. Xia's influence will also be completely eliminated.

But someone realized at this time that there was an opportunity to take advantage of—an opportunity to confuse the Historical Society.

No matter how chaotic and corrupt the Historical Society is, the Second Corridor still handles many cases and maintains the order of Lamifa City.What if the Historical Society becomes completely chaotic, or even falls apart?

Then the group of enlighteners in Lamifa City will also be in chaos.In the past, the church could not stabilize the situation alone.

So, on the last day before the salon closed, there was chaos.Someone is fishing in troubled waters, yes, but it should be said that someone is creating chaos.

And Mr. Xia's countermeasure is to draw a salary from the bottom of the pot.

These people want to use this to stir up conflicts between the Revelators and the Historical Society—in other words, at least on the surface, their purpose is to refuse the Historical Society to close the salon.And the salon naturally belongs to Mr. Xia.

...Perhaps the senior management of the Historical Society is still wondering whether this confrontation was manipulated by Mr. Xia behind the scenes in order to further increase his own authority?

However, Mr. Xia really appeared here, and used quite crude and straightforward oppressive methods to ask everyone here to conduct an inspection.

This is quite disrespectful to these revelators.Look at the middle-aged man who is still slumped on the ground with a pale expression, and think about those young people who left in shame and anger.Would they still worship Mr. Xia and yearn for the power of Sharon because of this?

The enlighteners will realize that Mr. Xia is the only tyrant in the salon.He showed a cloudy and moody appearance, which made everyone fear him and everyone resisted him.

Should the salon really continue to exist?Those who have left, especially those who refuse to close the salon, will they really maintain the original philosophy?

The conflict with the Historical Society is irrelevant, the point is that they are afraid of Mr. Xia's methods.They dare not and do not want to come to the salon again.

...Carol couldn't help but take a deep breath.He looked at Mr. Xia in a little surprise.

Mr. Xia's method may be simple and effective, but it also means that he has completely lost his good reputation in the Historical Society.You know, last week, when Mr. Xia first appeared, the revelators were more curious and respectful of him than fearful and disgusted.

But what about now?

People may be disgusted by this kind of publicity and lack of respect!

The man dressed as a painter stopped talking.

He has already realized their mistake—their mistake is that they thought that Mr. Xia really took the salon and the enlightener in the salon seriously, and that Mr. Xia reappeared in a high-profile way after 14 years because he was unwilling to give up on himself Years of operation at the Historical Society.

Mr. Xia looked at this man from a distance, with a rather cautious scrutiny in his eyes.He didn't say anything more.The scene fell into a stalemate for a while.

Not everyone could understand the purpose of Mr. Xia's actions at this time, and most of the people present did not know the existence of the followers of the old gods.When they heard keywords such as "contradiction", "solution", and "faculty", they felt at a loss and puzzled.

Afterwards, Mr. Xia knocked on the mirror of the full-length mirror, smiled slightly and said, "Continue?"

People looked at each other and had to leave one by one.The feeling of being forced and suppressed was not good, and they all left the salon quickly.

Mr. Xia turned around and looked at the entrance, and found that it was already crowded with people.There was a silent anger and uneasiness in every pair of eyes looking at him.He still smiled indifferently with his usual gentle attitude.

"……what happened!"

Suddenly there was an anxious voice behind him.Mr. Xia looked over and found several people lying on the ground with stiff and painful expressions, among them was the painter who spoke just now.There were no external injuries on their bodies, but their aura did gradually weaken.

Others in the salon had already started to panic, they never expected that things would take such a turn - what happened to this group of people?

...Mr. Xia did it?Because the painter pissed him off?

This kind of thought obviously appeared in some people's minds, and Mr. Xia's miraculous operation had frightened them.But Mr. Xia didn't care.

He just said unhurriedly: "It's puzzling, and you've forgotten what I just said."

People looked at him with weird eyes.

Mr. Xia just said: "I said, in the salon, I can do whatever I want."

With his words, the eyes of the fallen revelators miraculously opened, and they were equally shocked to realize that their pain had suddenly disappeared.They opened their mouths in disbelief, almost looking at Mr. Xia in horror.

"...Death is not that easy." Mr. Xia said.

Obviously, these followers of the old gods planned to commit suicide after being exposed.However, what they ignored was that this was a salon, and they were still wearing salon attire.

The wonder of Akamala's power lies in the transformation between reality and reality.In the salon, this power is even more evident.

The salon is like a stage. When these enlighteners use the costumes provided by the salon, they are like dolls in the hands of Mr. Xia—dolls of dolls, which is quite amazing.

The salon is also like an illusory dream that is both true and false.It is impossible for people to dream that they are dead, so they are really dead in reality, right?

Therefore, this group of followers of the old gods wanted to commit suicide in the salon. The prerequisite for the success of this approach was that Mr. Xia allowed them to do so;

And if Mr. Xia doesn't let them do this, then he only needs to go back to the state of the "doll".

Perhaps some people do confuse the true and the false in this way, but the master of the power of the dream can decide which situation is true and which situation is false.

... Mr. Xia showed a thoughtful expression, as if he had realized something.

To others, however, there was a sudden cry of terror—they misunderstood.

They thought it was Mr. Xia who was trying to make an example to others, and told the group of enlighteners who offended him that in the salon, he could even manipulate the life and death of others.Therefore, those people will fall for no reason and get better for no reason.

...Look, aren't these people showing expressions of fear and surprise?They never expected that Mr. Xia would do this!

The atmosphere of fear, depression and fear became more and more obvious.

Mr. Xia came back to his senses, but he didn't think it was a big deal.In fact, it was exactly what he wanted.

…He suddenly sighed a little, realizing that it is a wonderful thing to do whatever you want in the salon.However, he also quickly restrained his emotions - the power of the gods is of course magical enough.

He glanced at the few people who fell on the ground, and found that their attire seemed to be related to "art"—that person from the Artist Department?

While thinking about it, he washed the outfits of the group of people with water that fell from the sky, and then randomly divided an isolated space for the group of people to stay in.

The others gasped again, feeling that Mr. Xia's behavior became more and more inexplicable.They lined up obediently to look in the mirror, and left the salon one after another.Even the middle-aged man who was paralyzed on the ground forced himself to stand up and left the salon step by step.

They told the crowd outside what had happened in the salon, and there was an unexpected and startled uproar outside.

Soon, there were only a few people left in the salon.

Darrell dawdled to look in the mirror, then left too.

On Carol's side, the people around him left one by one, but Carol didn't act immediately.He stared at the followers of the old gods who had attempted suicide for a while, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. Xia, you..."

"These people will be handed over to you." Mr. Xia still maintained that gentle smile, "Together with the investigation of the academic department, they will be placed in my office. I am looking forward to these two investigation reports."

Carol: "..."

For some reason, he suddenly felt speechless.

He once heard that Mr. Xia was a hands-off shopkeeper.But facing Mr. Xia's "hands off" head-on, he was still a little bit impatient.He then asked, "Do you know the specific identities of these people?"

Mr. Xia glanced at him silently, as if he wanted to say something.

Carol couldn't help but look forward to it.

"...the incident in May has just passed away not long ago." Mr. Xia said.

Carol waited for another moment, making sure that Mr. Xia didn't plan to say more, so he was inevitably at a loss for a moment.

Mr. Xia shook his head, and really didn't intend to say more.Instead, he said, "You can get someone to take these guys away. I'll close the salon."

"Closed?" Carol seemed to realize something, "So... when will it be opened again?"

Mr. Xia stared at Carol for a while, then smiled slightly: "There is no need to open it again. This is an outdated place, and there is no need to reappear. When I left 14 years ago, I should have taken it with me." Go to the salon; this is just a 14-year-delayed remedy."

Carol froze for a moment.He almost subconsciously showed a wry smile, and didn't even know what to say for a while.

Mr. Xia patted the full-length mirror to make it disappear.He waited patiently.

Carol did not continue to say anything, he called a group of enlighteners from the third corridor and took the group of people away.The truth is unknown, at least when the onlookers looked at this group of people, there was a little sympathy in their eyes.

"...please keep this a secret for me."

Just as Carol was about to leave, Mr. Xia suddenly spoke.

"You..." Carol hesitated, "Why did you do this?"

Tough methods, arbitrary decisions...Mr. Xia behaved more arrogantly than the top management of the Historical Society.He chose to focus people's anger and fear on himself.

Perhaps it's a self-sacrifice, though when he does it seems like he's just looking for the easy way out of trouble.

...but this is indeed surprising.

Mr. Xia turned his back to him at the moment, looking at this magical salon space.After a while, he replied, "Salon has been around for 400 years, 400 years in the Mists."

Carol looked at his back in confusion.

"...I have been thinking about what caused this situation in the past 400 years. Who should be blamed? Who should change? These questions are actually meaningless." Mr. Xia said, "A new era is coming, that is The Age of Dawn."

He finally turned around, with a gentle and bright smile in his eyes.

"I like the concept of 'exit'," he said. "The old story should end, and the new journey should start."

Carol stared at him blankly.

"We will meet again in the dawn of the future." Mr. Xia waved his hand, and an invisible and gentle force pushed Carol out of the salon. "Besides, there is still a long time before the curtain call."

"...what are you thinking?"

Siles came back to his senses and looked at the novelists in front of him.

It was Sunday, and Cinder went to the Ernestine Fair to deal with business.It was there that Ligardia's ghost found him just now, and also helped Qin Duo bring back the words "I have fulfilled your request, can I have any reward?"

... I don't know if Ligardia has any thoughts about Qin Duo's behavior.

At least when Siles heard the ghost retelling Cendor's words in a small voice, he felt a bit dumbfounded.

He has concluded a private party at Ramifah University.After that, he first came to the novelists' party at Bain's bookstore, planning to stay here for a while before going to Ernestine's.

...Of course, Mr. Xia's side is Mr. Xia's business and has nothing to do with him, right?

Siles thought for a while, then replied with a smile: "I'm thinking about the ending of the story."

"New novels?" asked adventure novelist Arvid Norton, surprised.

"So to speak," replied Siles, "I'm always in the habit of conceiving the ending of a novel first."

"What kind of story are you going to write?" Antonia Cumming, also a detective novelist, asked, "I've already written love and adventure, what's next?"

Love and adventure.Siles suddenly felt that this description touched him a little, and he couldn't help laughing.

He did find love and adventure in this world.

He thought for a while, then said, "Perhaps, reasoning?"

Detective novelist Maynard Daves suddenly became interested: "Are you planning to write a mystery novel too? Ms. Cumming mentioned the idea of ​​a new book before."

At last week's party, Antonia Cumming said she wanted to write a fictional mystery story that took place in real life.Now, Siles also said that he wanted to write a mystery novel, which naturally made other novelists interested.

Antonia also asked curiously: "What kind of mystery novel do you want to write?"

Regarding the new novel, Siles will indeed think about it when he is free recently.He said, "What do you think is the most important thing in a mystery novel?"

Arvid stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "A wonderful and exciting case?"

Maynard said dismissively, "Oh, adventure novelist."

Arvid rolled his eyes and asked, "In the opinion of the great detective novelist Maynard Daves?"

Maynard cleared his throat: "It's a technique, or it can be said, a trick."

Arvid pondered for a moment, then said angrily, "Isn't that the same as what I said?"

Antonia waited for them to finish their quarrel before expressing her opinion: "Perhaps, it's the process? If a mystery novel directly solves the mystery, it will be meaningless."

"But it's not impossible. Some mystery novels tell readers who the murderer is at the beginning." Maynard said, "The core truth, trick, and plot are what readers are most interested in. The murderer is just a tool. .”

Arvid listened in a bit of surprise, thought for a moment, and then said in shock: "So, it doesn't matter who the murderer is—from a creative point of view."

"Readers may be most concerned about the murderer. But for me, the most important thing is to come up with a trick." Maynard shrugged, "Besides, mystery novels are completely different from novels with speculative elements. Every novelist has his own writing habits."

Antonia reminded, "Going off topic. So, Professor, what's your idea?"

Siles replied, "Information."

The other three novelists were taken aback for a moment, and then they all nodded involuntarily.

Antonia whispered: "Indeed. The author of a mystery novel always has more information than the reader. How to arrange this information reasonably has become the most important thing."

"Using all kinds of information and clues to hide the core truth. It is true." Maynard also nodded, and he asked a little curiously, "But what does this have to do with your new novel?" ?”

"If the main character of this speculative novel - let's say he's a detective, if he has more information than everyone else, if he knows everything about his world from the beginning, then what's the interest in the story sex?"

Siles didn't answer Maynard's question, but asked another question himself.

Both detective novelists were lost in thought.

Arvid looked left and right, feeling that he was out of place as an adventure novelist.

He bravely answered the question: "So this case is solved? It sounds like Maynard's idea, to focus on tricks, and the detective is just a teller."

"...No, no, this is completely different." Maynard said, "I agree with Ms. Cumming, the reasoning process is indeed very important. But if the protagonist is omniscient... like a god, then There is no need for a process, and the answer to the mystery is announced directly at the beginning."

"That doesn't sound very interesting." Arvid said thoughtfully, "The protagonist knows the answer directly... Then how will this mystery novel proceed?"

He looked at Sirius.

Siles smiled slightly, and didn't answer the question immediately.

"Ah, information!" Maynard said suddenly, "so the answer to this puzzle came up in our past conversations?"

"Yes." Sirius replied.

Maynard and Antonia exchanged glances.Then Antonia said, "Breaking the fourth wall?"

Siles smiled, and said, "I shouldn't have played tricks in front of two detective novelists."

"...Wait, wait, what are you talking about?" Arvid was completely confused, "What do you mean? I know the fourth wall, which is the concept of theater. The audience's side is the fourth wall. On the stage The interaction between actors and audiences breaks the fourth wall.

"But why break the fourth wall?"

"Because the protagonist in the novel, even if he knows everything, he can't know things outside the book. He just knows everything about the world in the book." Maynard explained.

He casually took a novel from the side, tapped the cover of the book with his fingers, and said, "It's like this book. The protagonist in this story only knows about his world, not Fisher's world." Information."

Arvid was still a little puzzled, he asked: "But, how to proceed with such a story?"

"I don't know what the professor thinks." Antonia said after deliberation, "But...Professor, your story seems to be just the opposite of what I think?"

"Your idea?" Arvid was taken aback for a moment, "Is it the inspiration you mentioned last week? The plot in the novel happened in reality."

Antonia and Sirius nodded at the same time.

Arvid still said suspiciously: "I don't understand what kind of story this will be."

Siles explained: "I may be overcomplicating the concept. In short, I just want the truth to be hidden in the fiction. Some things that happen in 'reality' are reflected in 'illusion' .

"This 'reality' doesn't mean our Fisher world, but the 'reality' of the novel—it's a story in a book.

"For example, a murder occurred in 'reality', and a murder occurred in the 'illusory' world of a book in this 'reality' at the same time.

"But for the omniscient, omnipotent, god-like protagonist of the world, he doesn't understand why there is such an inexplicable murder. He needs to investigate."

Arvid looked up at the ceiling, and suddenly understood: "That is, let the protagonist understand that he is just a character in the book? Let him know that there is... there is, 'outside the world'?"

"Yes, breaking the fourth wall," said Antonia, with wonder in her voice. "The world inside and outside the paper."

Siles was slightly taken aback.

...the world inside and outside the paper.he thinks.

Several novelists in front of him were already talking about the idea mentioned by Siles with great interest, but Siles started to get distracted instead.

To put it bluntly, he wanted to create such a novel in order to become a god.

He has been thinking about how to become a real "world keeper"?How to hide a secret?What should this secret place be?

For him, the most familiar concept may be "fiction".

Based on this, he began to think about the possibility of hiding "the truth of the world" in a novel.

The protagonist is an omniscient god who faces a higher dimension "outside the world"