When it was time to leave, Noah Foster asked, “If there are more works like the Three Character Classic in the future, we can continue to collaborate. In literary history, there have been too many incidents of book burnings and literary inquisitions, which have caused our literature to make hardly any progress from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods to now. Too many historical masterpieces have been lost in the river of history.”

Henry Carter stroked his chin and thought that the cultural trajectory of this parallel world really might have been skewed by those acts of destroying knowledge in history. There were probably magnificent masterpieces here just like in his previous life, but they had all been wiped out. Still, copying classics was a life-risking endeavor for him, and he didn’t plan to risk his life so frequently in the short term. He replied, “There aren’t any for now. This one was written at the cost of my life.”

“Hm?” Noah Foster was puzzled. What did he mean, at the cost of his life?

“It’s nothing, I just mean that writing this almost killed me,” Henry Carter couldn’t exactly tell others that he had now provoked the Heavenly Punishment System...

When seeing Mr. Foster off, Henry Carter didn’t notice at all that right behind them, Logan Bennett had already taken in the whole scene.

A look of confusion appeared in her eyes. She felt as if she had seen this old man somewhere before—maybe in the news a few days ago.

When Logan Bennett got home, she ignored her parents’ greetings, went straight to her room, turned on her computer, and started searching for the news she remembered. It took her half an hour, but she finally found it: “Kyoto Daily” — Chief Editor Noah Foster Exclusive Interview: The Three Character Classic is a Milestone in Children’s Education.

Chapter 9: Upgrading Equipment

Logan Bennett looked at the news and confirmed that the elderly man with Henry Carter was indeed Noah Foster. But she didn’t understand—how could two people with no apparent connection end up together?

She never even considered that Henry Carter might be the author of the Three Character Classic, because the Three Character Classic and a 15-year-old boy just didn’t seem to have any connection.

But no matter what, Henry Carter was clearly not as simple as he appeared.

At 11 p.m., Logan Bennett went downstairs right on time. This was the time she had agreed with Henry Carter yesterday to go for a night run together. Sure enough, Henry Carter also came downstairs at this time.

However, Logan Bennett didn’t mention anything she had seen that evening, nor did she bring up the name Noah Foster. She just chatted occasionally about school while running, and the rest of the time was spent in silence. Although she really wanted to ask why this seemingly ordinary classmate knew Mr. Foster, in the end, she didn’t say anything.

If word got out at school that the two of them went running together every night, who knows what kind of rumors would start.

During adolescence, girls mature much earlier than boys, but Logan Bennett always felt that the person running beside her had an even more mature mind hidden inside.

After getting home, Henry Carter took a shower. He hadn’t been very hygienic as a child, but after coming back to life with the soul of a 26-year-old, he was extremely attentive to personal cleanliness. He even trimmed all the nails he’d let grow as a teenager—having clean hands was better than anything.

He had always been a proactive person. Now that he was almost ready, he didn’t plan to put off the rooftop-jumping task until the last minute. He intended to prepare and complete it soon. Henry Carter also wanted to see what kind of reward the Heavenly Punishment System would give after the task was done.

Honestly, if it’s a reward from the Heavenly Punishment System of an entire world, it’s got to be something surprising, right?

Before going to bed, he checked the stats for his divine novel. Wow, the member clicks had already made it into the top three on the charts. Four recommendations in one day really made a difference. Looking at the favorites, wow, over 30,000 new ones in a single day!

You know, for a newcomer, it’s usually pretty good to get 20,000 favorites when the book goes on sale. But his divine novel had been pushed to over 30,000 favorites in one day, thanks to the buzz and those four recommendations.

Of course, the more people read it, the more people criticized it.

The main complaints were: no depth, brainless writing, the author is delusional, and so on. Most of the critics were die-hard fans of traditional literature.

Henry Carter couldn’t be bothered to respond. He had expected this—after all, his divine novel really did go against the mainstream culture. Traditional literature values many things, but power-level-up stories only care about one thing: being satisfying.

Who doesn’t have stress at work? Who doesn’t face difficulties in life? Whose relationships are always smooth sailing?

At times like these, people need a satisfying novel to comfort their battered hearts, and the birth of his divine novel fit that need perfectly. For them, there was no need to think—just enjoy.

Now that the word count was no longer an issue, he’d probably be able to put the book on sale soon. That night, Henry Carter spent another hour or so updating two more chapters and posted them: “Thank you all for your love and support! The update rate of the divine novel will definitely satisfy everyone!”

Compared to print novels, the update speed of his divine novel was like a bug. Especially for those who write mysteries and carefully craft their plots—it takes them hours just to think through the story. But Henry Carter didn’t need that; he could write at the drop of a hat!

In the authors’ group, everyone was dumbfounded by Henry Carter’s update speed: “How does he do it? That’s at least 10,000 words a day. If it were me, I’d be exhausted to the point of peeing blood!”

“Peeing blood wouldn’t be enough! I only update a little over 20,000 words in half a month, and he finishes that in two days. Sigh...”