Jiang Jiamian was watching the exciting developments on the computer screen in high spirits, lazily sprawled in the chair that had accompanied the original owner for who knew how many years.
Sudden, hurried footsteps sounded outside the bedroom door, followed by it being pushed open.
"Are you alright…"
Zhou Mushen's voice cut off halfway.
Looking closely, he saw Jiang Jiamian sitting with the relaxed air of a big shot, eyes full of amusement as he watched the screen.
Zhou Mushen let out a quiet breath of relief.
He had been cleaning up the dishes earlier. When he finished, he intended to check his phone for any updates to the novel, only to find the entire website in an uproar.
The person in front of him was one of the victims.
The book that was supposed to be published in the future… had already been written by someone else.
It was that book.
Legacy of the Fallen Gods.
