Another World: My life is on the rise!

Lin En pressed a plum blossom seal on the paper again with a snap, and said with reason and emotion:

"Although I am a little embarrassed to ask you for help, if the Night City is gone, everyone will be very sad, and there will be no big black cat for you to pet. Even if you want to write something again, you will definitely be disturbed, which is also very disadvantageous for you!"

[The big black cat tried to impress the iron-hard feather pen, but it was useless. 】

Lin En was anxious.

He finally said humiliatingly:

"I am willing to dedicate my own pure body for your pleasure. In the next month, I can stay by your side every day. No matter how you play with my body, I can cooperate without complaint. What do you think?"

It can be said that this time Lin En absolutely spent a lot of money.

Being played with by the invisible plump big sister, in order to save the Night City and for the thousands of innocent colleagues in the city, he Lin En can also endure all the hardships!

(〃´ Pan`)q

The feather pen paused for a moment, and then continued to write a paragraph.

[The big black cat wanted to use its body to seduce the tenacious feather pen. Although it was indeed a very tempting condition, it could stroke it at will...but the feather pen still resisted this bad impulse and taught the big black cat a lesson. ]

Snap——

Lin En's head was hit by the feather pen.

Although it seemed gentle and there was no force, when the light feather fell on his head, he still felt his whole body buzzing, and even his soul resonated. The strange thoughts in his mind were also wiped out by the feather pen.

It's not a metaphor, but it was really wiped out in terms of thinking and consciousness.

And now, Lin En was completely helpless. He stood stiffly on the desk, motionless, and the whole cat was like a sculpture.

Obviously.

From the attitude it showed, it can be seen that she obviously did not want to get involved in this matter, but it is true that for such a strange existence like a ghost story, no matter what happened in the Night City, it is indeed meaningless to her.

She does not need to have any responsibility, nor has she established any identity.

Lin En was in a state of panic.

He paced back and forth anxiously, leaving one plum blossom mark after another on the table, and finally at the next moment, he decided not to waste time anymore, turned around and was about to jump off the table and rush back.

But at this time, he saw the feather pen that was resting on the paper move again.

[Of course, the feather pen is not really tenacious. She is still very curious and fond of the big black cat, but just liking it is not enough to make the feather pen move, because the feather pen also has its own difficulties, and it cannot do something that has a greater impact on history at will. ]

Lin En froze for a moment.

But the pen is still writing slowly.

[But the feather pen can make a small deal with the big black cat, because she is really too curious about the big black cat, so if it is a deal, then paying some price seems to be acceptable. ]

Then, under Lin En's anxious gaze, the book "Black Cat Adventure: Cursed City" next to the pen automatically turned over without wind.

Starting from the black cat going to the cursed city, to the struggle between the mechanical toys and the little octopuses, to the story of the black cat fighting against the mechanical bugs, and finally to the moment when the mechanical lizard appeared, the pages suddenly stopped while turning.

And Lin En immediately saw that the chapter there was blank.

The time node recorded on it corresponds to the time when the doll lady came to save him at the risk of her life and he fainted madly.

The ink on it stopped at the moment when he fell unconscious and the purple magic circle slowly unfolded under his feet, and it stopped abruptly.

It was as if it was because of some special reason.

It made it impossible to continue writing the next story.

The pen stopped and fell on the blank page, and a line of beautiful words appeared in front of Lin En.

[Next, let the cat write, because if there are blank chapters that cannot be filled, the story will become meaningless. So is the cat willing to accept this deal? ]

Almost at the same time.

Lin En heard the system prompt.

[Ding! You triggered the task: Chapter completion]

[Task introduction]: The mysterious feather pen seems to have been recording your experience in some way, maybe just out of curiosity, or maybe for some other reasons, but because of some unknown factors, she has never been able to complete the story she wrote. There seem to be many breakpoints in it, which prevent her from writing, so she needs you to complete the blank chapter in a certain sense.

[Task reward]: Feather pen favorability +30, unknown influence +1, the feather pen will decide to provide you with one help x1.

Hearing the task prompt.

Lin En was stiff, but a storm suddenly surged in his mind.

Because it was indeed very strange, because he could see that the blank chapters corresponded to several important nodes when the strange violet power emerged from his body.

He suspiciously turned the chapters at the back of the book.

Not just this one.

Almost at several important nodes where the strange power in his body surged, there were obviously a lot of blanks in the book, and in addition, there were also gaps to varying degrees in the scene he saw when he rushed into the border of hell with the brain of the colossus.

Is it that she... can't write it?

And Lin En also noticed that in the system's rewards, an item like [Unknown Impact] appeared for the first time.

In other words, the decision he made now is likely to have some unknown good or bad effects in the future. Can it be understood this way?

"Can't you write it yourself?" Lin En asked tentatively

The feather pen was motionless, as if it didn't hear his words at all.

Time passed second by second.

Lin En frowned.

If it were any other time, he would have rejected such an uncertain thing without even thinking about it.

But now, at this critical moment, he couldn't afford to think too much, because there was nothing more important than what was in front of him.

Because time waits for no one.

Finally.

His claws slowly grasped the quill.