The first year, Castorice was in the mortal realm, and Oliver stayed by her side.
The two traveled together across various parts of Amphoreus.
Castorice used her authority to resurrect some people.
Some were purely good, some were purely wicked, and some were neither good nor bad.
The wicked people were ruthlessly slain by Oliver and sent to the Underworld.
Oliver had a premonition.
The completion condition for this script might be related to Castorice's state of mind.
What the exact situation was would depend on future developments.
As the two passed through a field of wildflowers, Castorice insisted on picking some.
Castorice awkwardly twirled the tender flower stems between her fingers, weaving them clumsily but intently.
Oliver sat quietly, lowering his head slightly.
The flower crown gently settled in his hair, carrying the scent of fresh grass.
Castorice quickly withdrew her hands, her ear tips slightly red, and her gaze drifted toward the distant city-state.
When the two passed by a river, Oliver would personally catch fish.
"Want to try some?" Oliver offered her a grilled fish sizzling with oil.
Castorice chewed in small bites, her eyes slightly bright, and nodded very lightly; this was already the highest compliment.
When the two stayed overnight in a town.
Late at night, Oliver received a letter, the ink still wet.
Written on it was a story.
The content was about a brave hero rescuing a princess from the mouth of a giant dragon, and finally living happily ever after.
At the signature, a colorful butterfly was fluttering its wings, ready to fly away.
Oliver looked up. Castorice was no longer beside him; only the soft closing sound of the door remained.
"Writing fan fiction? I'm good at that."
Oliver had read many fan novels before he transmigrated.
Then let Castorice see what it means to be unable to stop!
The next day, Oliver handed Castorice a stack of manuscripts. "Come, take a look at the story I wrote for you."
Castorice joyfully took the manuscripts and opened them.
The title alone stunned her!
The story's name was: "The Overbearing Emanator Falls in Love with Me."
The title was dazzling.
Castorice's pupils contracted, like a startled butterfly. "How could you write something like this?"
It must be said that she was indeed a pure maiden; just seeing an exaggerated book title made her cheeks instantly flush crimson, and she turned and fled.
Oliver watched her retreating figure, smiling slyly yet gently.
Late at night, all was silent.
A sliver of light peeked from Castorice's door.
She was curled up at the head of her bed, flipping through a few pages.
It was precisely that piece, "The Overbearing Emanator Falls in Love with Me."
The writing was exaggerated, the plot outrageous: The Aeon of Abundance was devilishly charming and unrestrained, while Saintess Castorice was pitifully delicate.
She read with bated breath, her fingers unconsciously clutching the corner of the quilt.
"He... how could he write like this!"
She murmured, yet her fingertips honestly slid to the next page.
The familiar battle details in the text, the small habits only he understood... made her heart race out of control.
Reading about the Aeon of Abundance's overbearing care for the Saintess, she abruptly buried her face in the pillow, her exposed earlobes red as if bleeding, yet a hint of an uncontrollable, extremely faint and sweet smile escaped her lips.
As Oliver expected, how could a pure maiden from another world have experienced the baptism of overbearing CEO novels? She was bound to be hooked.
But strangely, Castorice did not actively ask Oliver for the continuation.
A year passed in a hurry.
At the beginning of the second year, Oliver and Castorice traveled to a plain.
It was Castorice's turn to work in the Underworld, letting her sister come up to rest for a year.
"Please take care of Polyxenia for me. See you next year."
Castorice waved her hand, reluctantly heading to the Underworld.
Polyxenia hadn't come up for two days, presumably listening to her sister recount the interesting events of the past year.
Suddenly, Oliver felt a sense of loneliness spread around him, with no one by his side.
"How boring. With the script's protagonist gone, my life has lost its purpose."
He sat by the river, fishing idly.
"I might as well write some other fanfiction and tease little Castorice with it next time."
Coincidentally, before he transmigrated, he had read some popular female-oriented web novels, and they left a deep impression on him; he still remembered parts of them even after all this time.
Oliver stopped fishing and went back to his small treehouse to start writing.
He was writing to the climax.
Polyxenia came up behind him.
"Are you writing a book?"
She eagerly leaned closer.
She found that Oliver was indeed writing furiously, seemingly a story.
"I remember you like reading books very much? Do you want to take a look?"
Oliver smiled proudly.
Polyxenia nodded heavily, spreading her hands, waiting for Oliver to place the manuscript on them.
She said, this was a gift.
Oliver didn't care about these formalities and directly gave her the manuscript to read.
Polyxenia flipped it open.
The book's title was "Titan Flash Marriage: The Scheming Emanator's Deep Affection."
"This, this..."
It must be said that just the title alone made Polyxenia's jaw drop.
Where had she ever seen such literature?
What she used to read was nothing more than "The Oresteia Trilogy," "History of the Peloponnesian War," or "The Homeric Epics."
Now, an eye-popping title made her feel a little apprehensive.
But she also had a strange desire for exploration in her heart.
She wanted to know how exactly the "deep affection" was expressed.
Polyxenia opened the first page and began to read.
Followed by the second page, the third page...
She simply couldn't stop!
While Polyxenia was reading, Oliver observed her expression and reactions from the side.
He wanted to see what kind of impact Earth's female-oriented web novels would have on the maidens of another world.
Before long, Oliver's gaze was drawn to Polyxenia's body.
Six years had passed, and she was still so delicate and beautiful (as pictured).
Her fair skin was so delicate it seemed it could break with a touch.
Her pair of jade feet looked fresh and delicious; of course, Oliver hadn't tasted them, only touched them, and felt they should be delicious.
Like Castorice, she was a very beautiful maiden.
Polyxenia looked more quiet and introverted.
Yet it was Castorice who had social anxiety.
"Gentle Castorice has social anxiety, so does quiet Polyxenia also have some hidden attribute?"
Oliver wondered.
After Polyxenia finished reading the manuscript, she looked at Oliver with an unsatisfied gaze.
"Can you write a little more? I still want to read."
Oliver waved his hand, "No, I only write a little each day. Writing too much makes me bald, and my shoulders ache, so I don't want to write."
The Aeon of Abundance didn't want to be a code monkey.
Polyxenia suddenly walked behind Oliver and placed a pair of slender, fair, and tender hands on Oliver's shoulders.
Then a gentle force slowly came.
"I'll give you a massage, okay? Just write a little bit..."
Oliver had to admit, compared to Castorice, his sister's voice was softer.
It felt like a tickle in his heart.
"Alright, I'll write one more chapter today."
He still softened. Who could refuse the plea of a sweet and beautiful maiden?
While Oliver wrote, Polyxenia quietly massaged his shoulders and back behind him, like an obedient little maid.
Finally, Oliver satisfied the unsatisfied older maiden.
If people knew that the Death Titan was willing to give massages just to read a novel, outsiders would surely be stunned.
In the room.
Polyxenia tossed and turned on the bed.
Her mind was filled with scenes from the novel.
Especially the plot where the scheming Emanator cornered the Titan against a wall.
"Why do I crave such a scene?"
In Polyxenia's imagination, Oliver was that scheming Emanator.
And she was the Titan being cornered against the wall.
As soon as she thought of the intimate scene between them, she immediately curled up, clamping the quilt between her legs, covering her burning face.
"I think I'm starting to get strange..."