In truth, there was nothing wrong with the scholars’ research.
The only reason Amos kept asking them questions was exactly what he had said at the beginning.
Since he had nothing better to do, he might as well torment a few students.
Of course, from Amos’s perspective, the scholars’ projects were no different from children playing house.
But Amos would never judge others by his own standards.
From the perspective of someone who had not transcended reincarnation, these scholars had already done very well to reach this level.
Just like when he left the Grove of Epiphany.
At that time, he had not even truly entered the field of alchemy, far from being qualified to learn Soul Alchemy.
Yet Teacher Naksha still entrusted him with a lifetime of research.
Was it because he was smart?
Compared to the Chrysos Heirs?
Was it because he was persistent?
Compared to scholars who spent their entire lives studying a single subject?
Was it because he was talented?
Compared to the most gifted sages of the Grove?
None of those reasons.
It was because Amos had already reached the limit of what he could achieve.
Even someone as strict about scholarship as Naksha could not deny that this student of his would never betray any piece of knowledge entrusted to him.
The scholars before him were not as extreme as he had been back then, but they had lived up to his teaching.
There was no need to be harsh with them.
Everyone present was either a professional in the field, a top scholar, or a Chrysos Heir with inhuman mental abilities.
A mere hundred thousand words could be finished in a few minutes if not studied carefully.
Aside from the scholars, everyone else’s opinions were remarkably consistent, “As expected of Teacher Castorice.
The quality of the second volume is just as amazing as ever.” “The only issue is that it’s a bit short.
One hundred thousand words…
If there had been a little more, this competition would have been practically guaranteed.” “So then…
Amos, where’s your work?” Bai E, who had spent two years fighting his way through the Senate, spoke up.
He really did look somewhat imposing now.
Unfortunately, few people present cared about that, and Amos cared even less.
He immediately replied casually, “I didn’t write one.” “You didn’t write one?
You gathered everyone here, and now you’re telling us you didn’t write anything at all?!” “Why are you in such a hurry?
Not writing it doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it.
The entire plot is already in my head.
If I want to write it down, it’d only take a few minutes.” “Fine, fine, I’m not arguing with you.
You always have an answer for everything.
I’ll just ask one thing.
If you haven’t even started writing, how is this competition supposed to work?” Finally guiding Bai E into asking the question he wanted, Amos gave a wicked grin.
“Hmph.
I’ll just write it now.” As he spoke, Amos finally stopped hiding his presence.
The world’s greatest alchemist.
The atmosphere in the room instantly froze.
Amos lightly tapped the desk.
The ink bottle, the draft paper, and the feather pen, the three great generals, immediately transformed into three books of different thicknesses.
Strangely, none of the books had titles.
Instead, their covers displayed only their word counts.
The first book was the thickest, 5.32 million words.
The second was the thinnest, 350,000 words.
The third was in between, 640,000 words.
One casual tap.
And 6.31 million words appeared.
Castorice walked forward blankly, picked up the thickest book, randomly flipped through a few pages, and stared at the clear handwriting.
At this moment, there was no longer any thought of winning or losing in her heart.
Only a longing for alchemy remained.
‘Coach!
I want to learn this!’ “6.31 million words…” Everyone exchanged looks.
Since Amos had written them, they could not simply refuse to read them even if the content were garbage.
But this word count…
It was not something they could finish in a day or two.
At that moment, Amos continued, “I obtained these three books by chance during a spiritual journey.
All three are complete works, so everyone may read them without concern.” “The first book has simple content and is easy to understand.
I’ll leave it to the editors.
If you think it’s good enough, you may consider promoting it among ordinary people and younger readers.” “The second book contains some specialized knowledge, so I’ll leave it to the scholars of the Garden of Life.
If there are sections you don’t understand, you’re allowed to discuss them with other scholars who are not participating in the review.” “The third book is more rigorous and complex.
I’ll leave it to the Chrysos Heirs, who can then decide what audience it should be promoted to.” “As for the result of this competition, we’ll discuss it after everyone has finished reviewing them.” After speaking, Amos snapped his fingers.
Several copies split off from each of the three books and flew into the hands of the appropriate people.
Naturally, a literary competition like this could not be decided by simply holding a meeting.
Everyone understood that.
People often said that there could be no clear first place in literature, unlike martial arts.
Literary appreciation was like personal taste.
A thousand people could have a thousand opinions.
If two works were truly close in quality, deciding which was first and which was second would not be easy.
So no one particularly minded that Amos had gathered them all here only to send them home with work.
What truly surprised them was that this arrangement clearly carried a deeper meaning.
Editors, scholars, and Chrysos Heirs.
In a sense, they corresponded perfectly to the public, academia, and politics.
Amos wanted to influence all three circles through them?
Using only three novels?
With that thought in mind, they opened Amos’s books.
Of course, although they took the matter seriously, they did not actually have high expectations for the novels themselves.
After all, a novel was just a novel.
No matter how good it was, it was still entertainment.
They were all successful adults.
How could a mere novel influence them?
Then, by the time they came back to their senses, it was already the next day.
The scenes from the stories echoed endlessly in their minds, filling them with excitement.
At that moment, the thing they most wanted to do was not rest.
It was to share the books with other people.
Unlike the others, who more or less sensed Amos’s intentions, Castorice had never thought that deeply.
She genuinely just wanted to read.
She read novels very slowly.
A book of around three hundred thousand words could keep her occupied for half a month.
That was because her past experiences had taught her the value of savoring things slowly.
If she rushed through a good book, then what would she do with the nearly endless years that followed?
So by the time she finished all three books, a full day had already passed.
There was no helping it.
Castorice had wanted to spend an entire month slowly reading them.
But truly good works were simply too captivating.
Especially these three books, which had been carefully selected by Amos and tempered by the trials of fast-food culture.
The tight pacing left her no chance to stop and reflect.
The moment she finished one page, she wanted to turn to the next.
Of the three books, Castorice liked the first one the most.
The second contained too much specialized knowledge for her to understand.
The third was far too obscure.
It was written entirely in classical language, making it difficult to read.
So in comparison, she preferred the first.
Pure combat.
Pure satisfaction.
The unprecedented reading experience made Castorice realize that this competition was far from harmless.
If she did not resort to some additional methods, she might really end up falling into Amos’s clutches.
“So…
you want me to lead the little Chimeras and vote for you during the voting stage?” Looking at Hyacine’s pure and innocent eyes, Castorice nodded awkwardly.
Outwardly, her face was only slightly red.
In reality, her heart was pounding.
Castorice herself did not know why.
She had always been a calm and distant person, yet now she was asking a friend to help gather votes for her.
Maybe it was because her humanity had become richer.
Or maybe…
Even she had a girlish side.
“I can do that, but…” Hyacine’s answer made Castorice smile.
However, Hyacine suddenly became strangely hesitant.
No matter how much Castorice pressed her, she refused to say what came after the “but.” Only after a while did Castorice realize that Hyacine was not unwilling to say it.
There was simply no need.
Castorice slowly turned her head.
There stood Amos at the doorway, hands in his pockets, smiling pleasantly.
At that moment, a small part of Castorice shattered.
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