Now, Henry Clark's state is outside of Brian Carter's predictions. By all rights, she should be a wandering soul, yet she has a physical body—even with a damn scent—like someone forcibly condensed a fleshly form for her. Her strength is also much lower than what was shown in the book.

And now, she even needs to eat.

Henry Clark said, “Your world is a bit strange. Pure soul forms are hard to maintain. So I forcibly condensed a physical body. This isn’t my original body, nor is it made from any rare treasures. It’s naturally weak. At most, my current strength is at the Qi Refining stage, and I can only use some minor spells.”

Brian Carter nodded. This fit within his own setting.

Henry Clark’s world was originally just a “human realm.” Everyone still sought ascension to higher realms, and the power level wasn’t that high—roughly like the Chinese Paladin series, still far from being able to destroy the world. Although Henry Clark was top-tier in her world, once she crossed realms and split her soul to condense a new body, it was obviously impossible to maintain much of her original power. She was nothing like those omnipresent big shots who descend from the heavens.

So, in this world, she was just stronger than ordinary people, but most of the mystical abilities of immortals were beyond her reach...

Even with her original strength, it would be hard to feel superior in this world—after all, ordinary people could go to the moon, and she couldn’t.

Thinking about it this way, Henry Clark, who was usually like a mother T-Rex, now looked more like a stray cat, with that confused look in her eyes as she tried to act calm... Tsk.

Henry Clark had no idea what Brian Carter was thinking. She looked around warily. The other diners in the shop were all giving her strange looks, so she lowered her voice and asked, “Didn’t you say no one would care about my outfit? What about now?”

Brian Carter snapped back to reality, amused, and pointed at his own short-sleeved T-shirt, then at Henry Clark’s heavy robes. “It’s summer now. Do you think everyone is immune to heat and cold?”

Henry Clark: “……”

“I told you not to wear your robes, didn’t I? You never listen to your father god...”

Henry Clark gritted her teeth. “Shut up!”

At that moment, the owner brought over their noodles, also giving Henry Clark a strange look, with a hint of pity in his eyes. Such a pretty girl—what a shame her mind isn’t right...

Brian Carter coughed. “She’s from the anime world, you know.”

The owner gave an “I get it” look, shook his head, and walked away.

Before Henry Clark could explode, Brian Carter lowered his head to eat his noodles. “By the way, it’s been a long time since you’ve properly tasted what a normal meal is like, hasn’t it?”

That one sentence broke through Henry Clark’s defenses.

Henry Clark gritted her teeth and ate her noodles, secretly thinking that maybe her top priority should be to change her way of thinking a bit, so this guy wouldn’t always seem to read her mind—it was too embarrassing.

But...

These noodles are so delicious.

How could there be such tasty food in the mortal world? Shouldn’t this be the work of immortals?

Uh, what immortal would make beef noodles?

Henry Clark was a little absent-minded as she thought, and asked, “In our world, mundane resources are scarce. People go years without tasting meat or oil, and all living beings suffer... But here, meat is everywhere. Why did you write it that way?”

Brian Carter said, “That’s true. In ancient times, this world was like that too. But now it’s a golden age—the greatest era in history, the kind you wouldn’t trade even for the immortal realm.”

Henry Clark fell silent, lost in thought.

Brian Carter said calmly, “You don’t need to think of this as something I made up—just take it as fact. Actually, your whole world—I never wanted you to see it as fake. If you are real, then the world is real. The Henry Clark in my heart should have that conviction.”

Henry Clark narrowed her eyes at him. “Why don’t you try to crush my spirit? Wouldn’t that be more beneficial for you? Why do you encourage me instead?”

Brian Carter ate his noodles and mumbled, “Because that’s not my Henry Clark.”

Henry Clark looked at him for a while, then lowered her head and ate, saying nothing more.

Brian Carter finished his noodles and wiped his mouth in satisfaction. “Even though I’d love to show you around more, unfortunately, after we eat, we have to go home first.”

Henry Clark asked, “Why?”

“I’ve already missed an update for a day, and I haven’t even started revising the outline I want to fix.” Brian Carter scanned the code to pay, sighing. “Do you think I write books just to fantasize about you? First and foremost, it’s to make a living.”

Henry Clark looked at his way of paying with a confused face, wanting to say something but stopping.

You can’t even transfer spirit stones like that in cultivation... Are you sure the shopkeeper can actually get your money?

Her confusion over the payment method made Henry Clark forget to argue with him about the deep question of “why do you have to write about me to make a living.” It wasn’t until they returned to Brian Carter’s rented apartment that Henry Clark remembered he’d used the word “home” earlier, and she hadn’t objected at all.

She used to think Brian Carter was the one with a head full of mush, but now it seemed it was actually herself.

Acting so dazed—where was her former air of dominating a whole world?

But the biggest problem was, she really did have to go home with him. He was the only person she knew. Even though she thought she could go out and rob the rich to help the poor to get by at first, it was obviously much more convenient to stay by Brian Carter’s side to quickly understand the world.

Especially since... he really didn’t seem to have any bad intentions.

“Because that’s not my Henry Clark.” Brian Carter’s words flashed through her mind, and Henry Clark knew that when Brian Carter said that, there was nothing lewd about it.

That was the Henry Clark from his pen.