“For some reason, Henry Clark suddenly saw that smiling face of Ryan Carter flash through his mind. That sunny smile was so unique in this world of self-serving immortals, it could lift anyone’s spirits…”

　　Brian Carter’s fingers flew across the keyboard, writing with increasing inspiration. As the words appeared, it was as if he could see a stunning immortal maiden opening her window to gaze at the moon, lost and lonely.

　　He could almost feel the cold wind seeping in from behind as if the window had really been opened, sending a chill down his spine.

　　Wait, that’s not right…

　　His window was in front of him, so why was his back feeling cold?

　　Brian Carter turned his head in confusion.

　　A flash of cold light—an icy blue longsword was suddenly pressed against his neck, the bone-chilling cold seeming to freeze even his soul.

　　Brian Carter stared in shock at the woman behind him. Dressed in ancient attire, she held her sword to his throat, her phoenix eyes filled with menace as she glared at his document.

　　The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds—or maybe it was just an instant—before Brian Carter could even react, he heard the woman say, word by word, “If you dare write that I fall in love with that disciple, I’ll kill you even if it means the world collapses!”

　　Brian Carter was dumbfounded. “Wait, who are you?”

　　The woman’s gaze shifted from the document to the tip of her icy blue sword. “Henry Clark.”

　　Brian Carter: “???”

Chapter Three: Adaptation Is Not Random Fabrication

　　Brian Carter thought he was hearing things.

　　The female lead had come out of the book?

　　And was now holding a sword to the author’s neck, threatening him not to write that she falls for the male lead…

　　Had he written too much and lost his mind, starting to hallucinate?

　　But the door was closed tight, and there hadn’t been any sound of it opening or closing. She had just appeared behind him out of nowhere…

　　How did she get here?

　　If it was a thief sneaking in, that made even less sense. What kind of thief would break in just to demand he change his novel? Even if some hacker thought his writing was so bad they hacked his computer to help him write, that would make more sense than this!

　　And this woman was just too beautiful…

　　Brian Carter had thought William Parker was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in real life, but only a few hours later, that belief was shattered by the woman before him. Her looks aside, her aura was truly indescribable. Though her eyes were cold and angry, she somehow seemed ethereal and dreamlike, as if she might ascend and merge with the clouds at any moment.

　　Could any modern person have such an aura and presence?

　　From her appearance to her bearing and even her clothes, she matched the book’s description perfectly. Where could you find someone like this to cosplay for you?

　　Did she really come out of the book?

　　But he wasn’t some immortal—how could he make the world of his novel real?

　　At least, as a writer used to wandering through all sorts of wild imaginings, Brian Carter was more open to bizarre events than most. He managed not to lose his head completely and said with some difficulty, “Let’s talk this out. Could you put the sword down first…”

　　Henry Clark stared at his neck, her expression flickering with unknown thoughts, but then the sword suddenly vanished into thin air. “I don’t need a sword to kill you.”

　　Brian Carter: “…”

　　Not just no sword—if you really are Henry Clark, you’re a top-tier ascendant, you could kill me with your aura alone…

　　But the pressure she gave off… wasn’t as overwhelming as he’d imagined…

　　Or was it just that she didn’t want to kill anyone?

　　“Get up!” Henry Clark grabbed Brian Carter like a chick and lifted him off the chair, then sat down herself as if she owned the place.

　　And then…

　　She got stuck.

　　Brian Carter stood off to the side, hands in his pockets, glancing sideways at those perfect jade fingers hovering over the keyboard, but after a long pause, she still didn’t know how to type the words she wanted.

　　“You… want to write it yourself?” Brian Carter finally couldn’t help but ask.

　　If she really was Henry Clark, having the female lead write her own story was actually pretty amusing… Brian Carter was curious to see how it would turn out.

　　The real “pen to you, you write it.”

　　Henry Clark was silent for a moment, then lightly pressed a key.

　　“Zzzt zzzt…” The USB port made a strange electric noise.

　　Henry Clark frowned and withdrew her hand.

　　Brian Carter: “…Don’t tell me you’re trying to inject spiritual power to analyze the construction of this magic artifact…”

　　Henry Clark: “…”

　　At this point, Brian Carter really believed she was Henry Clark. Could any normal person do something like that?

　　After an awkward silence, Henry Clark finally spoke. “How do you use this magic artifact? Why can’t I sense any flow of spiritual energy… The electric power here seems unrelated to your words. How do you input text into this crystal screen?”

　　Brian Carter twitched his cheek.

　　I really can’t explain this to you—I’m just a liberal arts guy…

　　He thought for a moment, then cautiously said, “Whatever you want to write, just tell me, and I’ll type it.”

　　He also wanted to test what was really going on… If he wove her future according to the “female lead’s” own wishes, what would happen?

　　Henry Clark glanced at Brian Carter, a bit surprised. “You seemed lost and panicked before, but you calmed down quickly.”

　　Brian Carter smiled. “Anyone would panic with a sword at their neck. I’m not one of you cultivators who’ve walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood—if you really are Henry Clark.”

　　Henry Clark said, “So why aren’t you panicking now?”