This Lord is Very Scientific-Chapter 917 - 849: Fox Race Writer Makes the Rankings

Great Wilderness City, headquarters of the Great Wilderness Newspaper.

Hong put down his pen.

"Still can't get started!"

He looked at the blank manuscript paper in front of him, feeling as if his head was swollen like it had been slapped by a Great Earth Bear, yet it also felt empty, as if there was nothing inside.

In short, he couldn't write anything, yet his mind was racing and making him dizzy.

"Editor-in-chief, how many days have you worked on this? Why not stop writing science fiction?" A young man from the Fox Race laughed: "Lin Ke's mind is something we can't really compare to!"

"Indeed."

Hong nodded, and couldn't help but reminisce about the past: "Back then, as an ordinary person, I came for an interview, and Master Lin Ke immediately selected me. Thinking back, it feels like a dream."

At that time, Lin Ke had just formed the newspaper and recruited a group of writers, with Hong being one of them.

Who could have thought that a small writer then would now become the chief in charge of a huge entity.

"Alright, alright, editor-in-chief, that's enough!"

The Foxman youth looked helpless: "This is over the five hundredth time you've shared your glorious stories."

Hong felt slightly embarrassed but still smiled and said: "As one grows older, they tend to reminisce about the past..."

The Foxman youth immediately chimed in: "Back then, we had good times! Every day there was something to look forward to, so much we wanted to do, and endless articles to write."

"Editor-in-chief, if you're so eager to work, why not do all our tasks? I have articles that I can't finish here!"

He pointed to the dozen or so neat manuscripts on his desk, representing a day's workload.

The other people in the office burst into laughter.

"Yes, editor-in-chief, I also have a few travel reports here!"

"The new year's spectacle competition is coming up, this time supposedly including Faser. I'll have to learn Faser language!"

"Ah, the editor has progressed to level fifteen and is truly excellent! I wonder how you'd write about this new Duel Master report at the Coliseum, why not give it a try?"

The office members are the core of the Great Wilderness Newspaper; outside, they would be top editors or reporters and authors of elite private newspapers that require good treatment.

Yet, in the Great Wilderness Newspaper, they are just ordinary members.

Originally, Hong had his office, but he found that being with everyone with chatting and laughing easier inspired new ideas, so he remained in the office.

"You rascal." Hong glared at him: "Your past days weren't great; don't talk nonsense!"

He then looked up at the others:

"That travel report is a weekly! Don't think I don't know you plan on slacking off to watch the Colosseum matches!"

"Hey, learning Faser language was notified a year ago; don't tell me you haven't learned it? Someone's bonus might be gone!"

"Me try? I bet if I gave it a go, tomorrow you'd see my article on the relevant report. You lazy Sun's Radiance City folks."

Hong criticized each one, but it was mostly in jest.

"Hey, don't be regionally biased, editor-in-chief!" The last to be criticized was a Delta Bearman.

This Bearman's voice sounded straightforward and honest, but his thin appearance made him look cunning.

"We, the people of Sun Radiance City, believe in the way of nurturing old age; life is a march towards death—better to die lying down than while running."

The Bearman slumped over the desk with a look of resignation.

"Oh, come on! We know you secretly write at night." The Foxman youth cast him a glance:

"You said you were going to the movies, didn't join us for dinner, yet later we saw you go to the Great Library, shame on you, bookworm."

The Bearman scratched his head, chuckled, and said nothing.

Just then, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Xiaomi, Xiaomi, you're on the list! You're on the list!"

The crowd, who were joking around, suddenly froze, then instinctively hurriedly took out their Memory Stone phones, clicked, and swiped on them.

"Really! The logistics contribution list!"

"Sebastian Brown Curly! Xiaomi, it's really you!"

"You are the first writer apart from Master Lin Ke to make the list!"

"The writer 'Xiaomi,' with unique insights, depicted the experiences of the Fox Race after their collective migration to Great Wilderness City, highlighting the era's flow and the pains and developments faced by different races, drawing a blueprint with 'urban-rural transformation' as the backdrop..."

Someone read the evaluation on the list.

Hong also hurriedly took out his phone to check.

Indeed!

Among the lists from the battle command, Xiaomi's name appeared on the logistics list.

"...Xiaomi's books provided readers with a new perspective on the integration of races and planes and offered soldiers on the front lines emotional comfort and encouragement."

Hong read the words on the list, his expression complex as he looked over at the Foxman youth Xiaomi, who was next to him, carefully reading the evaluation word by word at his desk.

With Xiaomi's level twelve [Writer] skills, he could read that few hundred-word text instantly, yet now he was reading word by word.

It was simply too surprising!

The logistics list mainly records [Blacksmith] and other professionals whose creations help front-line soldiers kill enemies.

For instance, the Great Blacksmith Li Guan Mobai, whose magical apparatuses are continuously sent to the front lines, firmly securing his position among the top on the list.

For example, the Dark Maiden, who descended on the frontlines as an embodiment of Divine Power, providing materials by taking enough Leben Horus lives to form a new race.

There are also various forces' strong figures, offering food, water, Magic Crystals, Magic Potions, and so on, occupying spots on the list.

That's why this list is called the "Pay-to-win list."

Yet now, Xiaomi, as a writer, made the list, albeit ranking low, but still holding a place.

"Xiaomi, everyone's finally recognized your efforts."

Hong couldn't help but feel appreciative, stepping forward to pat Xiaomi's shoulder, his face turning complex: "Maybe then I should bring you to meet Master Lin Ke."

Although Lin Ke was busy with work, Hong and team were conscious of their manners.

Without urgent matter, they wouldn't disturb Lin Ke.

And now, Hong's works hadn't made the list, yet Xiaomi's had.

"Ah, ah, really?" Xiaomi was a bit excited, his tail wagging, ears perked up: "Can I finally lay with Master Lin Ke... No, I mean, meet them?"

Hong: "?"

Everyone: "?"

Hong suddenly felt maybe better not bring Xiaomi to meet so as not to embarrass themselves.

"Ahem, maybe later." Hong quickly waved his hand and then told the others:

"Folks, look at us; we writers can also contribute to the front lines! Now, hurry up and work hard! I don't want another newspaper having a list entry while we still only have Xiaomi!"

With that, Hong also sat down.

Motivated by that, everyone reignited their fighting spirit; even the Delta Bearman transferred from Sun Radiance City picked up his pen and bowed his head.

As for Hong, he stopped lamenting "how difficult writing is" and instead began to write.

"Perhaps, I should write about Master Lin Ke's achievements, no one has created a biography for him yet, I could attempt it."

Hong thought about Lin Ke's rise to fame, gradually seeing potential in writing about it.

"Hmm, Master Lin Ke's achievements are full of fantasy, how about 'The Fantastic Leader'?"

"No, that sounds strange."

"Then 'A Certain Scientific Legend'?"

"No, Master Lin Ke is destined to be a Dominator, 'legend' sounds like sarcasm."

Finally, after deliberating for half an hour, Hong wrote a few pure Naseng common characters on the manuscript:

"This Lord Is Very Scientific."

"Master Lin Ke's achievements surely will spread across star realms' countless planes!"

Hong set the title and diligently began writing furiously.

He couldn't lag too far behind Xiaomi; he had to catch up!