To keep a low profile, Han Zhan took a half-hour ride to reach the Third-Rate Writer Bar.

In this regard, Pure Beauty Paradise lags far behind Blue Star Great Xia.

If it were the Star Iron Express, this journey would only take two minutes, maybe even less.

The air outside isn’t all that sweet after all... Han Zhan thought to himself.

After passing Yongsha Star and Pure Beauty Star, this feeling became more pronounced, further confirming that Han Zhan’s initial choice was not wrong.

A god might bring stability and prosperity to a planet, but its presence also stifles many possibilities.

People can only live under the breath of the gods, worship, fanaticism, and faith.

And once the god dies, the planet will face a disaster of its own.

The wealth and treasures of a god, all that this planet contains, are "delicacies" for those hidden predators in the Star Domain.

Getting a bit carried away.

Back to the point.

Han Zhan helped Luoheng Squad achieve another S Level rating, earning a new vacation and a reward of one hundred lifespan coins.

Of course, that’s not the most important thing.

The most important thing is that the lifespan coins assessed by the Life Span Detector were successfully credited to Han Zhan’s account earlier today.

So his current account balance is 36,100 lifespan coins.

As a new visitor who just entered Pure Beauty Paradise a few days ago, the number of lifespan coins Han Zhan has is probably one of the highest in Paradise’s history.

He had an agreement with Shang Jianyue that upon the successful transfer of lifespan coins, they would meet for the first time.

And exchange the information they have learned.

The meeting place is the Third-Rate Writer Bar.

Han Zhan pushed open the door and walked into the bar.

Shang Jianyue hadn’t arrived yet, and there was no sign of Feng Xiaozao either.

He only saw three young people with distinctly different styles of dress approaching him.

Could there be gangsters in the Paradise bar... Han Zhan thought of this, and he was on guard at first, but then quickly relaxed.

Their Cultivation Realm is too low, not even enough to break his flesh body defense.

"Luckily, a human species came in, my friends."

"If it were another alien species, I’d have won for sure! What a pity." Vasily, wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, sighed with regret.

"Tone it down, Vasily. Not every human species appreciates your oversized novels filled with yellow pigments."

Pemberton, who had two tufts of golden whiskers, stretched out his hand to stroke his mustache and said faintly, "Only the classical beauty can gain widespread fame."

"Humans’ aesthetic sense in literature is always so chaotic and fragmented. Only intelligent life can give it genuine charm."

The last cyber lifeform wearing a bronze monocle spoke up.

Their conversation left Han Zhan somewhat baffled.

However, Pemberton quickly pulled out a stack of papers and handed them to Han Zhan.

"Dear friend, the three of us are serialized writers and would like you to appreciate our works and rate them."

"Do you have some free time?"

These three oddly dressed people turned out to be writers... Since his wife was also a writer, Han Zhan had a good feeling about this profession.

Moreover, since Shang Jianyue hadn’t arrived yet, Han Zhan indeed had some free time to kill.

So he nodded and took the manuscript from Pemberton’s hand.

Seeing Han Zhan nod in agreement and take the manuscript, Pemberton’s golden whiskers twitched proudly.

"This is the wisdom of a gentleman of old."

"The great Ansoo Brage once said, human species’ interest is only at first glance."

"Interest gives a special aesthetic score to a work."

For Pemberton’s remarks, the other two didn’t continue the conversation, and the scene quieted down again.

Only the sound of Han Zhan flipping through the manuscript remained.

"Hmm? ’Great Detective Pemberton’?"

It turned out to be a serialized detective novel, which went far beyond Han Zhan’s expectations.

He turned the first page with great interest.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he turned to the second page.

Upon reaching the third page, he couldn’t help but blurt out, "Isn’t this man named Zhou the culprit?"

Han Zhan’s words made Pemberton stagger, nearly losing his balance.

"Impossible!"

"How could you guess it? Did you invade my mind and steal Detective Pemberton’s brain!" Pemberton exclaimed excitedly.

Han Zhan: "..."

He wanted to say that Pemberton’s detective novel was probably at the level of a Blue Star middle school student.

But when he thought of the bar’s name, he let it go.

"Score it, score it," Vasily chimed in gloatingly after witnessing the scene, "The full score is one hundred."

"Fifty. I believe it still has room for improvement," Han Zhan deliberated for a moment and gave a rating.

"Fifty, haha, fifty! Pemberton, I’ve always said that your classic detective novels wouldn’t have an audience."

A gloating Vasily handed over his manuscript next.

Having witnessed Pemberton’s performance, Han Zhan had low expectations for their serialized works.

Under this psychological premise, seeing the first page of Vasily’s manuscript made his pupils constrict dramatically.

"Ah? My eyes! This is pure mental pollution. It’s one thing to write banned books, but writing about a protagonist and a female planet? You even gave the planet underwear!"

"It’s the favorite of macrophilia enthusiasts, yes, I mean myself." Vasily lifted his exaggerated black sunglasses.

"Art is not constrained by species, bro."

"My serialized book also includes the Skeleton Race, Nebula Race, Meteorite Star Race, Sea Whale Race, their dimensions often spanning tens of millions of cubic miles, while my protagonist is usually a human species..."

"Alright, stop. Don’t contaminate my library of banned book memories!" Han Zhan stopped Vasily from going on and on about his favorite topics.

"Fifty. I’ll rate it fifty. I respect your imagination but do not agree with your sexual orientation."

Han Zhan finished, tossing the manuscript back to Vasily like throwing a bomb, afraid to hold it even a second longer.

At this point, the third cyberwriter Hua Sheng took out a pile of printed pages full of text from his chest.

Just glancing at it, Han Zhan couldn’t help but show an old-school expression of disbelief.

The entire page was filled with prose laden with ornate adjectives, with a single character description using forty-two adjectives.

It indeed seemed very AI-like.

Thinking of this, Han Zhan sighed deeply, "Your language logic might need a bit more training."

"Fifty. Give it to those ornate words I don’t even know. Perhaps it can be a good dictionary."

Fifty, fifty, fifty.

All three of them got the same score?

At this moment, Pemberton, who organized all this, was dumbfounded. Never in the history of ancient gentlemen should tied scores occur!

His golden mustache twitched violently.

"Oh, this is so ungentlemanly!"