I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 146 - 125 What the Heck? Same Kind?! _3

Chapter 146: Chapter 125 What the Heck? Same Kind?! _3

So even if it weren’t for the money, Chen Yun would still continue writing this book.

Besides,

with his current ability, he didn’t really need to care about the little effort of typing; with his extraordinary mental and hand speed, he casually churned out sixty to seventy thousand words in one night.

Typing was not a burden, it was merely a pastime.

"Okay, save some drafts, and remember to update more on the launch day."

"At least a ten thousand word update, right?"

Meteor then followed up by speaking a couple of sentences.

Obviously, he didn’t know how much backlog Chen Yun, who could only update four thousand words daily during the new book period, had in his hands.

It was just an arrangement and admonition of "at least a ten thousand word update" based on Meteor’s past characterization of Chen Yun’s indifferent attitude and writing pace.

"A hundred thousand words? Isn’t that a bit too little?"

Chen Yun joked with a boastful reply.

Of course, he knew Meteor’s voice message said "at least ten thousand," not "at least a hundred thousand," but that didn’t stop him from showing off.

The slacker who would update just four thousand words daily had turned into a writing machine; not flaunting it a bit just felt wrong.

Faced with his boastful reply,

Editor Meteor also remained silent for a while before replying with a "[???]".

Then after a while, he sent a voice message saying, "Are you serious?"

Clearly, Meteor didn’t believe Chen Yun’s words.

He probably thought Chen Yun was just talking big.

"Of course, I’m serious. A hundred thousand is too little; how about half a million?"

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As he said this, Chen Yun sent a screenshot of his backlog word count.

As his message went through,

Editor Meteor evidently fell silent for a long time, then sent an "I’m convinced" emoticon.

Seeing this,

Chen Yun smiled and soon exited the chat with Editor Meteor.

Happiness was always so unpretentious and simple.

Chen Yun then went on to kill time in several group chats by dropping a few casual lines like a street wanderer.

However,

in a local gaming group, Chen Yun couldn’t help but pause on a certain message.

"If we’re talking about so-called red roses, none of you see it in the picture, but it actually blooms with clear, delicate shades of color changing. The edge of the petals are tinted with a faintly elegant bluish-purple, gradually intensifying to a deep pink at the heart of the flower. It’s not simply red, but also intermixed with a hint of warm orange-yellow undertones. The veins on the petals are outlined in an almost transparent turquoise, the channels through which nutrients flow. In certain angles of light, some parts even sparkle with a faint golden radiance..."

This was a message sent by a group member nicknamed "A Zi."

It seemed like an ordinary message, as if just describing a colorful rose.

But above this message, a group member had posted an image of a solid red rose, inviting everyone to appreciate his current photography skills.

And then A Zi sent this long message that seemed completely unrelated to a solid red rose.

In this local gaming group, a stream of question marks from various members soon followed.

Then a bunch of people praised A Zi’s literary flair, and several started discussing what could be improved in the photographing techniques of the solid red rose.

No one believed A Zi’s narrative was true; they just assumed it was nice-sounding pompous flattery.

Some even quoted A Zi’s comment and started to make fun of it:

"Isn’t this just a solid red rose? We group members might be dumb but not blind; you can’t fool us with that."

With that comment out,

a chorus of +1s followed.

A Zi merely silently responded, "I’m not talking about this picture; what it captured and what you see are far from being all there is," without further argument or saying anything more in the group.

And Chen Yun, who had been watching all of this,

couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

His vision was normal, but his spiritual perception was unique, allowing him to see many more colors than the average person.

So he could confirm,

what A Zi had described corresponded about sixty to seventy percent to the red rose Chen Yun would usually see with his Transparent World Perception, almost identical in essence.

It was just that the rose Chen Yun saw was even more rich in color.

"Is this... a kindred spirit?"

The usually cautious Chen Yun couldn’t help but squint and murmur to himself.

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