Culture Conquers Foreign Worlds
Chapter 9
Harvey is self abusive every day.
Maybe it's very easy for ordinary people to create a novel. Just move their brain and then move their fingers. The truth is that creating a novel is squeezing the brain. Its essence is the same as moving bricks. The spiritual torture is even more unbearable. When the creation is not smooth, the feeling of irritability and depression is like a poisonous snake sitting in Harvey's heart, eating all his patience. Harvey can't remember how many times he had the impulse to lift the table in three days, and he gritted his teeth again and again.
His reason overcame the impulse, and if he couldn't find any other way to raise money, he had to write it down.
I don't know whether this sense of oppression is similar to the protagonist who was framed and suffered from prison. When he wrote about the torture and pain suffered by the protagonist Edmond, it was surprisingly smooth. All the negative emotions were poured into his protagonist, and all the dissatisfaction was "expressed" through him.
In the bedroom, the pen in Harvey's hand turns very fast, and the characters are connected into a piece, so the recognition becomes lower. His eyes are shining, ignoring the pain of his right hand, venting all the negative emotions. For the first time, he felt the pleasure of creation! His protagonist, Edmund Dants, is suffering from unprecedented hardships in prison. When he got married, he was framed and led to innocent imprisonment. He fell from the top of his life to the bottom. He prayed for hope every day. Villefort, the Deputy Prosecutor who had promised him, had no news. The prison inspector did not bring back any news.
With the passage of time, Dants' heart fell to hell, and he was desperate.
······
Lonely and maddening prison, there are only iron bars and the unchanging sea view outside. The sea breeze mixed with the smell of the sea blows into the prison from the narrow window. Edmond Dants, a young sailor who once thought he was a man, leaves tears of regret. When the new warden took office, he thought it was too troublesome to remember the names of prisoners, so he simply used their cell number instead. There are more than 100 rooms in this hideous prison. The prisoners are named after their room number. The unfortunate protagonist is no longer Edmond Dants. He is now the No. 34.
No. 34 grabbed the iron bar of the window and roared: "Lord! Please tell me what I did wrong! Why let an innocent person, who is about to get happiness, suffer such a disaster! "
"No one! no one! No one's coming! Why should I be imprisoned in this small and dirty prison at the best time of my life? I've been tortured by loneliness and I'm going to go crazy. Am I going to spend the rest of my life in this gloomy corner? "
"Spend the rest of your life here!"
"I'm innocent, is that true? Or maybe I will be punished if I really commit some crimes! "
"No! I didn't commit any crime! At that time, prosecutor de Villefort should have burned the letter from his majesty. "
"Ah, it's all the fault of that secret letter! If it hadn't been for that secret letter, I would have married Meredith by now, and we would have been very happy. Maybe we had children
"Who is it!? Who is the informant? "
"I will curse you! Curse you to hell! You're going to be put on the guillotine! Your despicable spirit will be despised by everyone! Your dirty soul will endure the fire of purgatory forever
The uncontrollable fury occupied his mind. Dants hit the stone wall of the prison with his own body and cursed God. He had not taken care of his appearance for a long time. His hair and beard were very long. When he cursed God with the blood left on his forehead, he seemed to be possessed by the devil, so that the prison guards who guarded him were scared away from him.
Dant è s transferred his anger to everything around him. He was angry at himself, at every meaningless thing around him, such as his shabby bed, such as the cold stone wall, or the cool sea breeze blowing in from the window. The secret letter that prosecutor Villefort showed him reappeared in his mind, and the font was as red as blood.
He waited in despair and numbness, and his thoughts became dull due to lack of communication. He could not even recognize that what pushed him into the abyss of pain was the retribution of God or the hatred of man.
······
When Edmond Dants was preparing to commit suicide on hunger strike in Dugu's prison, he heard a strange noise coming from the stone wall of the prison. He talked with the mysterious prisoner. Edmond Dants, who had been lonely for a long time, felt solace for the first time. For him, it was a ray of sunshine in the abyss of despair, which saved him from the madness and loneliness.
The plot of the novel came to an abrupt end, and there was no time for Harvey to write it down.
Three days after the creation of count of Monte Cristo, Harvey was paralyzed in his bedroom seat and looked at the manuscript on the desk with dull and tired eyes. Because he stayed up late, his eyes were covered with blood, his right hand could not help shaking, and his palm skin was dyed black with ink. For a long time, the gasping Harvey trembled and gathered up the manuscripts, but he didn't even have the energy to confirm them. After loading them in the folder, he stood up with his desk and felt dizzy. He almost didn't fall down.
His constitution is only 9 points, which is not as good as that of ordinary people. In recent days, he has been exhausted in order to create, and his physical strength and spirit are overdrawn to the limit.
After a while, Harvey goes out to give the manuscript to Shirley and orders her to make a copy and submit the copy to Leonard press. He collapsed on the bed, and his eyelids were not up and down. Every blink made him feel like he would fall asleep at any time. When he handed the manuscript to Shirley, the mysterious attribute template in his mind sent him a little information and new changes.
He was so tired that before going to bed, he consciously called out the attribute panel in his mind to see the changes.
"Harvey Adrian
Constitution: 9
Intelligence: 12
Charm: 10
Spirit: 12
Dexterity: 11
Energy: 3 / 10 (extremely weak)
Remaining distribution point: 0
skill:
[writing]
Level: C
Explanation: he is already a qualified writer, even if there are many shortcomings, he can't cover up the highlights of his works.
talent
[magic talent]
Level: D
Explanation: it seems that because you have the blood of the caster, you are closer to the etheric elements than most people. If you learn magic from childhood, you may be able to sense the magic net and become a formal caster.
Number of times to increase the remaining skill level: 1. "
"Skill seems to be an active skill. Talent can be understood as a passive skill. Can it be upgraded once?" Harvey, squinting in bed, muttered in his mind. Before he had time to think about the changes in the attribute panel, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Maybe it's very easy for ordinary people to create a novel. Just move their brain and then move their fingers. The truth is that creating a novel is squeezing the brain. Its essence is the same as moving bricks. The spiritual torture is even more unbearable. When the creation is not smooth, the feeling of irritability and depression is like a poisonous snake sitting in Harvey's heart, eating all his patience. Harvey can't remember how many times he had the impulse to lift the table in three days, and he gritted his teeth again and again.
His reason overcame the impulse, and if he couldn't find any other way to raise money, he had to write it down.
I don't know whether this sense of oppression is similar to the protagonist who was framed and suffered from prison. When he wrote about the torture and pain suffered by the protagonist Edmond, it was surprisingly smooth. All the negative emotions were poured into his protagonist, and all the dissatisfaction was "expressed" through him.
In the bedroom, the pen in Harvey's hand turns very fast, and the characters are connected into a piece, so the recognition becomes lower. His eyes are shining, ignoring the pain of his right hand, venting all the negative emotions. For the first time, he felt the pleasure of creation! His protagonist, Edmund Dants, is suffering from unprecedented hardships in prison. When he got married, he was framed and led to innocent imprisonment. He fell from the top of his life to the bottom. He prayed for hope every day. Villefort, the Deputy Prosecutor who had promised him, had no news. The prison inspector did not bring back any news.
With the passage of time, Dants' heart fell to hell, and he was desperate.
······
Lonely and maddening prison, there are only iron bars and the unchanging sea view outside. The sea breeze mixed with the smell of the sea blows into the prison from the narrow window. Edmond Dants, a young sailor who once thought he was a man, leaves tears of regret. When the new warden took office, he thought it was too troublesome to remember the names of prisoners, so he simply used their cell number instead. There are more than 100 rooms in this hideous prison. The prisoners are named after their room number. The unfortunate protagonist is no longer Edmond Dants. He is now the No. 34.
No. 34 grabbed the iron bar of the window and roared: "Lord! Please tell me what I did wrong! Why let an innocent person, who is about to get happiness, suffer such a disaster! "
"No one! no one! No one's coming! Why should I be imprisoned in this small and dirty prison at the best time of my life? I've been tortured by loneliness and I'm going to go crazy. Am I going to spend the rest of my life in this gloomy corner? "
"Spend the rest of your life here!"
"I'm innocent, is that true? Or maybe I will be punished if I really commit some crimes! "
"No! I didn't commit any crime! At that time, prosecutor de Villefort should have burned the letter from his majesty. "
"Ah, it's all the fault of that secret letter! If it hadn't been for that secret letter, I would have married Meredith by now, and we would have been very happy. Maybe we had children
"Who is it!? Who is the informant? "
"I will curse you! Curse you to hell! You're going to be put on the guillotine! Your despicable spirit will be despised by everyone! Your dirty soul will endure the fire of purgatory forever
The uncontrollable fury occupied his mind. Dants hit the stone wall of the prison with his own body and cursed God. He had not taken care of his appearance for a long time. His hair and beard were very long. When he cursed God with the blood left on his forehead, he seemed to be possessed by the devil, so that the prison guards who guarded him were scared away from him.
Dant è s transferred his anger to everything around him. He was angry at himself, at every meaningless thing around him, such as his shabby bed, such as the cold stone wall, or the cool sea breeze blowing in from the window. The secret letter that prosecutor Villefort showed him reappeared in his mind, and the font was as red as blood.
He waited in despair and numbness, and his thoughts became dull due to lack of communication. He could not even recognize that what pushed him into the abyss of pain was the retribution of God or the hatred of man.
······
When Edmond Dants was preparing to commit suicide on hunger strike in Dugu's prison, he heard a strange noise coming from the stone wall of the prison. He talked with the mysterious prisoner. Edmond Dants, who had been lonely for a long time, felt solace for the first time. For him, it was a ray of sunshine in the abyss of despair, which saved him from the madness and loneliness.
The plot of the novel came to an abrupt end, and there was no time for Harvey to write it down.
Three days after the creation of count of Monte Cristo, Harvey was paralyzed in his bedroom seat and looked at the manuscript on the desk with dull and tired eyes. Because he stayed up late, his eyes were covered with blood, his right hand could not help shaking, and his palm skin was dyed black with ink. For a long time, the gasping Harvey trembled and gathered up the manuscripts, but he didn't even have the energy to confirm them. After loading them in the folder, he stood up with his desk and felt dizzy. He almost didn't fall down.
His constitution is only 9 points, which is not as good as that of ordinary people. In recent days, he has been exhausted in order to create, and his physical strength and spirit are overdrawn to the limit.
After a while, Harvey goes out to give the manuscript to Shirley and orders her to make a copy and submit the copy to Leonard press. He collapsed on the bed, and his eyelids were not up and down. Every blink made him feel like he would fall asleep at any time. When he handed the manuscript to Shirley, the mysterious attribute template in his mind sent him a little information and new changes.
He was so tired that before going to bed, he consciously called out the attribute panel in his mind to see the changes.
"Harvey Adrian
Constitution: 9
Intelligence: 12
Charm: 10
Spirit: 12
Dexterity: 11
Energy: 3 / 10 (extremely weak)
Remaining distribution point: 0
skill:
[writing]
Level: C
Explanation: he is already a qualified writer, even if there are many shortcomings, he can't cover up the highlights of his works.
talent
[magic talent]
Level: D
Explanation: it seems that because you have the blood of the caster, you are closer to the etheric elements than most people. If you learn magic from childhood, you may be able to sense the magic net and become a formal caster.
Number of times to increase the remaining skill level: 1. "
"Skill seems to be an active skill. Talent can be understood as a passive skill. Can it be upgraded once?" Harvey, squinting in bed, muttered in his mind. Before he had time to think about the changes in the attribute panel, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.