Were it still last week, they could have shut down the motion to present new evidence. Now, however, they had to deal with it entirely unprepared.By the time the QiE-Novel lawyer thought to protest, Murphy was already done spreading copies to the panel of arbitrators. Even the media received electronic copies of the same document, written in both Mandarin and English. It was too late to silence him, and he gracefully explained the novelist’s plight. Making use of the spotlight, he made sure everyone knew just how draconian the company was. Clause by clause, he broke down their practices that were borderline illegal everywhere else in the world. It wasn’t hard, either. After all, everything was in the contract.“In conclusion, QiE-Novel works on a set of predatory rules. They offer zero transparency on how they spend collected money, the costs of which are shared by the plaintiff. As of this moment, QiE-Novel can liberally spend 10,000 ED and claim it’s for promotion, and the author

That same night, Eleanor and Murphy drove to exchange their marital vows. Their wedding was neither acclaimed by the state nor by any church. Instead, they were wed under watchful eye of the dragon who wove their fates together. On that tall bridge, where once upon a time he recited his woes to the moon, now he shared his joy. ‘Look, moon! Awaken, dragon!’ he rejoiced in his mind, never to this day quite sure if the dragon existed to begin with, ‘I’m getting married, and I am happy. I have not squandered the second chance you gave me.’ “Surely you’re not thinking of jumping off again?” Ellie laughed, tearing his attention away from the abyss below them. “No,” he shook his head in denial and smiled, “I was just thinking how surreal life is. I went through the pit of despair, but I find myself only grateful, because it let me get to know you.” “The time of sacrifices has come to an end,” she said hopefully, taking his hands in her own. Then, they ignored the moon above and the dra

After an amazing first wedding night, Murphy and Eleanor cruised around the Black Sea by their lonesome on the Elend yacht. From dusk to dawn, they were inseparable and seldom left each other’s embrace. Be it in flesh or spirit, they were one.What should have been the debut of their long honeymoon however, was cut short when Murphy once more caught the irregularity in her dreams.“There’s something really peculiar in your memories,” Murphy brought up the topic unsurely, not certain if he should pry to begin with.“Peculiar? In what way?”Taking control of the dream, he brought her just before the anomaly, a place deep within her consciousness. In his eyes, psychic energy sealed the area off like a mirror, and even he couldn’t see through it.“This! I reckon it’s a sealed portion of your memories. Perhaps a traumatic experience or something.”“I don’t see anything,” she mused, waving her arm towards the anomaly without detecting anything. “I think I can undo the seal without damaging

The honeymoon was rather uneventful, with Murphy and Eleanor holed up on the yacht for the most part, desperately trying to outpace rabbits. Still, while their love was unending, their stamina was not.Pen Liberty launched in the background as scheduled, and though Murphy could have hired someone to manage everything for him, some personal involvement was unavoidable. They were the face of the company, and the true underdog who inspired others to join them. As such, they kept up to date on most stats and keenly awaited the platform’s growth. It was a resounding success, much more than he would have expected. If it weren’t for the scandals, no amount of advertising would have reeled in as many enthusiastic authors. Even as the numbers themselves no longer meant anything, he still felt great pride in knowing he would have helped others like him. If even one author was uplifted and didn’t end up on a bridge because of him, then it would all be worth it.Between their platform work and

Murphy grabbed the phone and looked closely at the picture, his frown deepening. That boy was the same psychic who mind controlled Eleanor in the future, but right now he was merely a prepubescent pup. “How old is he now?” Murphy asked, his voice showing some conflict as he indicated the photo. “He’s only 13!” the nurse replied and fell to the ground as well, clinging to life with her whole being, “Please, our son is still young… We’ll stop doing this… Just—““Silence!” Murphy boomed, sending a telekinetic blast that flipped the woman over and sent her careening against the wall.The doctor winced, but didn’t dare move to help his wife. They just stared at the ground and hoped someone would come save them. As for the monster, he continued to stare at the picture, flames dancing in his eyes.‘Should I kill him now?’ he asked himself repeatedly, unsure how to proceed. On one hand, he burned with righteous indignation, having been blinded and robbed of his life. Ellie had it even wors