While the internet was in an uproar, in a quiet apartment unknown to most people, Li Zhe sat pale-faced in front of his computer. His fingers trembled as he moved the mouse, his eyes fixed on the dense stream of comments flooding the screen.
Accusations of plagiarism appeared again and again. Several times, he wanted to argue back, to type out a rebuttal, but the moment he remembered that he had no evidence capable of refuting Lone Sword at the World's Edge, he forcibly suppressed the urge.
Along with anger came fear, guilt, and a deep sense of unease.
No one understood better than he did that he had indeed used Lone Sword at the World's Edge's work.
He had originally believed that, since the story had not yet been published and he himself had been reborn, he could take it without restraint. If he released it first, then it would naturally become his.
