The development of civilization does not follow a fixed path. Take Earth, for example—aside from ancient China, no other civilization has created such beautiful poetry.

Even among Chinese people, using the same Chinese characters, why were the ancients able to compose verses of unparalleled beauty that have been passed down for generations, while modern people can only recite the works of their predecessors?

This is an unanswerable question. Poetry can only be born at a specific time and in a specific place; both are indispensable.

Poetry is not only unique on Earth, but also stands as an unmatched masterpiece throughout the entire universe.

So when Brian Carter released these dozen or so poems, all the poetry enthusiasts in the Endaro Star Domain went wild!

In this, the translation chip in Brian Carter’s head played a huge role. Thanks to its translation, the flavor of these verses was preserved as much as possible, unlike many translated works that end up awkward and unrefined.

In just three short days, these poems were each purchased no less than ten thousand times on average. From this alone, Brian Carter earned over a hundred thousand star coins.

You have to know, this is genuine universal currency! Converted to Federation dollars, it would amount to billions!

And Brian Carter’s website ID, Wind Whisperer, became the focus of everyone’s attention. Everyone wanted to know who this mysterious author was, and how he could write such beautiful poetry.

Many hardcore poetry fans waited day and night in front of their computers, hoping to catch Wind Whisperer online and be the first to read his other works.

Unfortunately, since the last login, Wind Whisperer had been silent for three whole days, keeping everyone in suspense.

……

It was only after leaving Xishan that Brian Carter felt the fatigue in his body. Exhausted, he had a hotpot feast at Donglaishun, then returned to his hotel room for a good sleep, before finally heading to the top floor of the A-Class Citizen Administration Bureau’s intelligent computer room.

Logging into the Endaro Star Domain poetry enthusiasts’ website, Brian Carter opened his account.

“Oh my god!” Brian Carter could hardly believe his eyes. Even after deducting a fifty percent transaction fee, his account still had a five-digit balance!

A total of seventy-four thousand three hundred and fifty-one star coins, and the number was still climbing, changing every few seconds.

There were too many messages in his inbox requesting a conversation with him to count, with the top few from the Endaro Star Domain poetry enthusiasts’ website itself.

He casually opened one of the messages, which requested exclusive rights to the poems, offering payment at a rate of one thousand star coins per character.

A thousand coins per word! What a fortune that would be!

It would be easy to pull out a work of tens of thousands of words from the poetry left by the ancients—that would be tens of millions of star coins!

Brian Carter thought for a moment, then closed the message without a second thought.

“Hurry up and accept their offer! Then we’ll have enough money to buy medicinal ingredients. Don’t you want to become truly powerful?” urged Shadow anxiously.

Brian Carter shook his head and said shamelessly, “If I sell them the rights, they’ll definitely take the chance to charge exorbitant fees. Then it’ll be even harder for ordinary enthusiasts to read the poems.”

In truth, it wasn’t that Brian Carter didn’t want to make so much money, but that he couldn’t.

The ancients have long since passed away, and the copyrights naturally belong to no one. Brian Carter was just taking advantage of the alien civilization’s ignorance of Earth to make a quick buck, but getting himself tangled up in unclear copyright disputes was definitely not a wise move.

Shadow had no idea about any of this. He took Brian Carter’s words at face value and exclaimed, “I admire you more and more. You actually consider the interests of the vast number of poetry lovers so thoroughly.”

Brian Carter was speechless. He was nowhere near as noble as Shadow made him out to be. He skimmed through the other messages—most were from poetry fans wanting to make friends, and some were interview invitations from news agencies. Since Brian Carter was determined to keep his identity hidden, he ignored all of them.

One particular message caught Brian Carter’s attention. All the other messages were gray, even the internal site messages were just black, but this one was a distinctive pink.

He glanced at the sender: Ava Brooks.

He clicked it open and, after reading a few lines, Brian Carter couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

The message read:

“I order you to write a poem with the autumn sea as the theme, and send it to my inbox.”

Lighting a cigarette, Brian Carter took a gentle puff. Judging by the name, this was clearly a girl, but her attitude was really hard to accept.

“Order me? Who do you think you are?”

With a tap of his finger, Brian Carter wrote his reply.

“The sea is so vast, autumn is so dry, oh autumn sea, you’re still so vast…”

Brian Carter shamelessly modified Shadow’s silly poem, a smug smile on his lips as he tapped send.

After this little prank, Brian Carter racked his brains to come up with another twenty-four poems to post on the website. Now he truly regretted not having studied harder—if he’d known he could make money this way, he wouldn’t have skipped so many language classes in the past.