"Yo, Kanda, not bad! You've been keeping a low profile. I was worried you wouldn't be able to handle the crushing blow from Shiina and Misaki's talents."
In the evening, the hot pot on the dining table was bubbling. Mitaka Jin, who had returned, looked at Sorata, who was wiping Shiina Mashiro's face, with a smile after hearing Misaki's explanation.
"What hiding? It's just that I was lucky the novel I wrote got published," Sorata shook his head nonchalantly.
Sengoku Chihiro, who was drinking beer, suddenly spoke. "Kanda, what are your plans for the future?"
"What, what plans?" Sorata looked at her strangely.
Sengoku Chihiro finished the beer in her hand in one gulp, hiccupped, and her eyes were slightly tipsy. "Don't you have two volumes of manuscript due next week? You also have to take care of Shiina and the illustrations, and go to school. Can you handle it?"
"Oh, that? Just do whatever needs to be done. Those manuscripts can be finished by spending some time after school every day."
Sorata's tone was very relaxed, making it hard to tell if he really didn't care or if he didn't realize how difficult it was to write two volumes of high-quality novels, totaling about 200,000 words, in a week.
Sengoku Chihiro nodded. "Alright, if you feel it's difficult, just say so. For example, Misaki can take some time to take care of Shiina, or Mitaka Jin can cover your duty days for a few days."
"Hey, hey, Sensei, have you forgotten about yourself?" Mitaka Jin reminded her.
"Junior, don't worry, I'll take good care of little Mashiro," Kamiigusa Misaki stood up, patting her surging chest.
"Uh... it's not as serious as you guys are making it out to be, but thank you for your kindness," Sorata smiled.
Writing novels by typing is impossible. I'll never spend my brainpower writing any novels in this life. I'll just rely on copying from memory to make a living and maintain my living expenses.
With Sorata's current typing speed, as long as the computer can handle it, two to three thousand words per hour is no problem. Two volumes of less than 200,000 words can be easily completed by writing a bit after returning home each day.
So he wasn't in a hurry at all. After dinner and everyone had showered, Sorata went straight to bed, preparing to sleep and rest.
Using the power of his true spirit at noon had put a great burden on his still fragile soul. Although it didn't look like anything on the surface, he had been in a state of mental fatigue.
"Is this the effect of the cosmic energy absorption ability? Although it's still not as fast as the strength increase during the day when the sun is out, if I convert it, it's more than twice as efficient as before."
Lying in bed with his eyes closed, Sorata could clearly feel countless faint rays from various celestial bodies in the heaven and earth, passing through the endless vast universe and being absorbed by his body, converting into energy to support the endless evolution of his cells.
And along with the evolution and improvement of the Kryptonian cells, his physical strength, titanium body's sturdiness, power, scorching ability, defensive force field, and energy absorption and conversion, among other abilities, were also increasing.
Silently sensing the terrifying power within his body that could tear dragons apart, Sorata estimated that from noon until now, his single strength aspect had increased by about fifty tons again, a terrifyingly rapid rate of improvement.
Although it wasn't as fast as the blood-boiling period when the bloodline transformation was completed, where his strength and corresponding physique soared by dozens of tons in just an hour.
But under the sunlight, the Kryptonian physique was rapidly improving at all times, and this improvement became faster and faster as his physique strengthened.
Especially now that he possessed the energy absorption ability of the mutant's kinetic energy, he could absorb stellar energy to the maximum extent through buildings without having to stand in direct sunlight all the time.
At the same time, countless cosmic rays densely distributed throughout the heaven and earth, as well as the faint magnetic field shockwaves released by the stars themselves, would also be absorbed by him, converted into the energy needed by his body, accelerating the speed of his strength improvement.
At this moment, no one could know that within Sorata's seemingly ordinary body, there was a terrifying power of nearly a hundred tons, far exceeding the limits of human beings.
But just saying this might not measure what it represents. However, if we calculate it in another way, we will know how terrifying it is.
A normal one-and-a-half-ton car crashing into a wall at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour, or thirty-three meters per second, can unleash an impact force of 833,333 Newtons, about 80 tons, which is nearly fifty-three times the car's mass.
So, when Sorata, whose physique is now harder than steel and possesses a hundred tons of strength, impacts at a speed of over three hundred meters per second, what terrifying power can his punch unleash?
The faster the speed, the stronger the kinetic energy and inertia impact.
Excluding the scorching and bursting shockwave from his transcendent attributes, Sorata's single physical attack could unleash a terrifying force of tens of thousands of tons in that instant.
Tens of thousands of tons of terrifying power concentrated on his fist was different from the impact of a ten-thousand-ton warship. This highly concentrated power had already caused a qualitative change, and a single punch under extreme power concentration could destroy a skyscraper.
And this was still just simple application of power.
Having walked through countless other worlds, Sorata knew many ways to utilize pure physical strength. At the initial level, it was like condensing strength into steel, refining strength into silk, which could unleash several to dozens of times the power of a single point of strength.
Not to mention, he also knew several rule-level forbidden techniques that could unleash power thousands or tens of thousands of times.
Just as Sorata was about to fall asleep, the door suddenly opened, and Shiina Mashiro, wearing only a nightgown that covered her buttocks and revealing her fair and slender beautiful legs, walked straight in.
Kneeling on the bed, Shiina Mashiro looked down at the lying Sorata. "Sorata, look."
"You finished reading the novel content?" Opening his eyes, Sorata took the manga manuscript paper from Shiina Mashiro's hand.
In the afternoon, after Kamimura Yuriko left, Sorata had printed out the content of the first volume of "Toradora!" and given it to Shiina Mashiro, asking her to read it once to understand the characters, which would make it easier for her to draw.
He didn't expect Shiina Mashiro to have already finished an illustration so quickly.
Judging from the illustration, it should be Aisaka Taiga. In the drawing, the girl stood sideways, one hand on her hip, the other holding a wooden sword reversed behind her back, and the eyes, sketched with a few strokes, faintly revealed an untamed arrogance.
As expected of Shiina Mashiro's drawing skills, it was lifelike, giving the illusion that the girl had come alive from the drawing.
However, Sorata frowned slightly.
"Isn't it good, Sorata?"
"It's drawn too beautifully, and the body proportions are also slightly too tall, which doesn't match Aisaka Taiga in the work. The eyes can be drawn a little bigger, which would make her look cuter."
Sorata directly pointed out the problem. "Also, in the work, her personality is tsundere, violent, and willful, but not the untamed arrogance of a hero."
"I'll remember," Shiina Mashiro didn't say much, nodded to take note, and then prepared to go back and revise. Judging by her appearance, she was planning to stay up all night again.
"Uh... wait, I'll go too."
Sorata, who knew very well that the stubborn Shiina Mashiro wouldn't rest until she had drawn a satisfactory draft, shook his head and followed Shiina Mashiro upstairs.
"Why did you make the room so messy again?"
As soon as he entered the room, he saw underwear and panties all over the floor. Many transparent, pink, and purple sexy panties would instantly trigger a reaction in an ordinary man. He wondered how the simple and quiet Shiina Mashiro would buy such things.
Uh, he forgot that others helped her buy these.
Shiina Mashiro came to the computer desk, sat down, and said, "Sorata forgot to prepare clothes for me. It got messy when I was taking a shower."
"The problem is that even when you're looking for clothes yourself, you shouldn't make such a mess," Sorata said speechlessly.
"Don't revise the drawing in your hand first. Draw the other main characters based on your impression. I'll revise them after I look at them later."
After saying that, Sorata sighed and bent down to start tidying up the room.
Shiina Mashiro didn't react at all to Sorata holding her underwear and personal items in his hands. She just nodded. "Okay," and buried herself in drawing.
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