The joys and sorrows of that protagonist, all his feelings—he himself couldn’t feel them, but Henry Clark was standing right in front of him, alive and real. This was no longer just a matter of immersion.

If you wanted to write about someone like yourself now, the only possible counterpart would be the Creator God...

His thoughts circled in his mind, but Brian Carter certainly didn’t dare say that out loud. He quickly put on a righteous face: “What are you talking about? Look, I’ve written two or three hundred chapters already—have you seen any plot like that? I’m a steadfast pure romance writer, it’s just that there are a few more love interests! As for those lewd storylines, I absolutely condemn them!”

Henry Clark stared at him coldly, not believing a single word. And since when is having more love interests something to be so self-righteous about? She barely restrained the urge to punch him in the face, and said coolly, “I think I can go out for a walk. There’s no need to sit here foolishly waiting for your introduction. The more I see and hear, the more I’ll naturally understand.”

Brian Carter expressionlessly exited the bed scene blockbuster and casually clicked on an anti-Japanese war drama.

“Boom!” The firelight from the cannon blasts reflected in Henry Clark’s eyes.

Her pupils contracted slightly. “Is this... acting, or...?”

“This is acting, but things like this really did happen. And this is just a reenactment of the early wars—nowadays, the magic weapons are even more brutal than before. So do you really think you’re strong enough to run rampant in this world?” Brian Carter said helplessly, “If your original body came over, maybe it’d be a bit better, but it’s still hard to blend in with the world. Most likely, you’d have to hide away in some mountain to cultivate. As for this soul fragment, you don’t fit in anywhere, and if anything goes wrong, I’m afraid people will treat you like a walking half-million and just arrest you on the spot. You wouldn’t even have time to cry.”

“What do you mean by a walking half-million?”

“A spy, an infiltrator—you get that, right?”

Henry Clark understood. So this world also had wars between different nations.

She felt a bit worried for a moment.

Just as Brian Carter said, she didn’t fit in here at all—didn’t that make her look exactly like a spy? If her original body came, she could rely on her cultivation to come and go fearlessly, but with this current body? If that steel cannon fired, she probably couldn’t withstand it...

Heavenly Realm really is the Heavenly Realm—even without spiritual energy, it’s still this powerful.

Brian Carter sneaked a glance at her. Did he just manage to bluff her? She had no idea that cannons weren’t used so casually. Let alone cannons—even regular police don’t have guns, and even if they do, they don’t have bullets.

But then again, it wasn’t a complete bluff. If things really got out of hand, she definitely couldn’t handle it.

“Haah!” On TV, a burly man grabbed a Japanese soldier and, with a “swish,” tore him in half, blood spraying everywhere.

Henry Clark’s eyes widened, and she instinctively took half a step back, almost raising a defensive stance.

So even without magic weapons, physical cultivation is this strong?

This world is terrifying!

What’s even scarier is—why are you tearing people apart on stage during a play? And with people casually having sex in public—are you people immortals or demons?

Brian Carter glanced at her expression, barely holding back his laughter. Suddenly, he found her kind of cute...

“That’s right. The line between immortals and demons is just a thought apart. You can think of this place as the demon realm.” Brian Carter told her with a straight face, “It’s very dangerous outside. With your current body, don’t run around. Wait until your original body arrives.”

Henry Clark really wanted to say, “What do I have to fear?” But in the end, she didn’t say it. She just said, “I don’t want to watch this anymore. I want to see some history.”

Better to first understand the origins of this world. Know yourself and know your enemy.

You people can tear someone in half—do you think I can’t?

So tsundere... Brian Carter could see right through her little thoughts at a glance, but of course he wouldn’t call her out. He sat back at his computer and searched for “A General History of China,” thinking it would be a good way for Henry Clark to get a basic understanding. But when he searched, it seemed everything required payment. Brian Carter sighed—these days, copyright protection is getting better and better. Why can’t web novels get the same treatment?

He didn’t mind paying, though. He went to a used book website and ordered a set, and also ordered a brief history of China. “Wait for the books to arrive—it’ll take two or three days. There’s nothing we can do for now.”

Henry Clark watched his actions with curiosity. “You just do that and someone will deliver books to you? Sending thoughts across ten thousand miles? Flying sword delivery?”

“No... Well, it’s the demon realm, so there are always some special things.” Brian Carter suddenly thought of something and asked, “Can you now use your divine sense to scan and memorize the contents of a book? Technically, your cultivation is at the Qi Refining stage. Normally, a Qi Refining cultivator hasn’t developed divine sense, but you had divine sense before you formed a body, so I’m not sure how that works.”

“If it’s not too many words, I should be able to.” Henry Clark asked curiously, “Why are you asking?”

Of course, Brian Carter wanted her to stay a bit longer, leaning by the window and reading at leisure. If she could just scan a book with her divine sense, wouldn’t that ruin the mood?

Thinking of this, Brian Carter’s gaze became a bit evasive.

It was almost one in the morning now—a man and a woman alone together in a room.

She wasn’t watching movies anymore, and the books had just been ordered and hadn’t arrived yet. With such a long night ahead, what were they supposed to do?

Henry Clark glanced over at him with her beautiful eyes, half-smiling.

Brian Carter shrank back awkwardly, thinking to himself that with such a long night, he’d better not think too much. But if she really could stay for a long time... wouldn’t this two-bedroom apartment be just perfect?

What a strange person. It’s really not that I’m fickle...