The current situation is something Han Feiyu himself did not expect.
He simply resonated with the storyteller's path, came here to learn the storyteller's most basic skills, and took notes.
As a result, he gained two entirely new powers: fiction and acquisition, which also belonged to the storyteller.
Don't underestimate these two abilities; they might be used in a rather evil way. As long as Han Feiyu becomes strong enough in the future, he can embed this new path branch.
This thing can indeed change the current situation for storytellers, making it much easier for them to accumulate power in the early stages.
It can create something out of nothing, and you can even DIY the original manuscript. You can seize everything from your opponent, and normal records will ensure that you don't exhaust your resources.
"I have everything I need now!"
He was preparing to go back, and while he was at it, he wanted to see if there were any suitable targets for him to test these two abilities.
I already have a definite goal in mind.
"What a pity, what a real pity, that fortune teller just happened to disappear somewhere."
Otherwise, I could visit him in person, especially to discuss how to apply my abilities.
Why is it that it's not here at all? It can't be that it's deliberately hiding, can it? How sad, it really is sad.
Can this world be a little warmer? Can there be a little less indifference between people?
Han Feiyu made a low-pitched accusation, and with his acting skills, he seemed to genuinely have a good relationship with the fortune teller.
(Fortune teller: Really? I don't believe it.)
"Buzz..."
With a blink of an eye, he returned to the real world, back to the scene where he had just been eating melon seeds with Old Man Han.
Perhaps it's because of the path we've embarked on, and the connection to consciousness, that the flow of time is different on both sides.
Han Feiyu immersed himself in the storyteller's path for a while, and not much time had passed in the real world.
"Kid, congratulations! You've achieved your first resonance so quickly. That's great, you're talented."
This time, you must have just gone in, right? You haven't gained any abilities yet?
Don't regret this. You have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time.
When I first became a storyteller, it took me more than a month to learn how to take notes. My teacher even said I was exceptionally gifted.
Old Han stroked his beard and spoke slowly. He was worried that the young man was too impetuous and would feel discouraged if he felt he couldn't walk very far on the path at once.
This is a heads-up, a way to reassure Han Feiyu, lest he become disappointed and decide he doesn't want to be a storyteller anymore.
However, after listening to what Old Man Han said, Han Feiyu's expression became subtle.
"Uh, old man, is it possible that my progress is faster than you think?"
"I've actually learned how to take notes and stuff, really, I've learned."
"What?!"
"Smack..."
In his excitement and with a bit of effort, Old Han even plucked out a few hairs from his own beard.
The pain in his chin didn't distract him; he just looked at Han Feiyu's face, the boy's expression full of sincerity.
He couldn't see a trace of falsehood, and neither could his words just now.
“Old man, I’m not lying.”
"Crack..."
He felt as if the old man had turned gray in an instant, and there was a sound as if something had shattered.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible."
He has acknowledged the result, but he is unwilling to accept the fact.
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