After finishing handling Nahida and the Raiden Shogun's questions, the old uncle once again returned to his own topic…
"By the way, Lord Rex Lapis, help me take a look at this."
The old uncle handed his copy of The Three Realms' Power That Even Abyss Mages Can Understand to Lord Rex Lapis.
The Lord Rex Lapis cat-dragon flipped through it and quickly returned it to Cid.
"Do not show the knowledge in here to anyone else. The Three Realms' Power… is harmful to the human body.
However, your constitution is special. For you, it is indeed a reliable method to enhance your strength aside from the Vision.
Are you planning to go to Enkanomiya recently?"
Cid nodded.
"The knowledge inside there is truly far too dangerous. I plan to deal with it."
Lord Rex Lapis was not surprised that Cid knew "the knowledge in Enkanomiya is dangerous."
As a Descender, having some special qualities was normal.
"Then do you know how to go down to Enkanomiya? If you go there, I am afraid I will not be able to help you much. My sight cannot enter that place."
To Lord Rex Lapis' question,
Cid tapped his Vision.
The meaning was very clear — he would not bring his Vision down.
He also would not bring anything else that represented divine sight, such as an Akasha Terminal.
"You understand well. With the [Gnosis] of the Nation of Thunder, and also…"
Lord Rex Lapis looked at the fortune surrounding Cid…
The Lord Rex Lapis cat-dragon that was still practicing punches, the Raiden Shogun dumpling calmly contemplating eternity, the cute shuttlecock-like Dendro Archon swaying back and forth, the little Xie Zhi lying on his shoulder going "awoo awoo," the little Baku hugging its arms shyly, and the pink fox standing on his head with a smug grin…
Oh, it was no longer standing on his head now. It had been kicked down by a blue crane…
The pink fox was now hanging pitifully from the clothes on the old uncle's chest.
"Your fortune is also very good."
Regarding Lord Rex Lapis' evaluation, the old uncle thought about his experiences so far and could not help but laugh.
"Indeed. My luck is very good. Everyone takes good care of me."
The morning continued.
Writing while on vacation and writing while working were completely different feelings.
During work periods, there would actually be more fatigue at night. Once he started writing, his thoughts would easily drift elsewhere. In the end, as he watched the time gradually approach sleep mode…
Situations like this would appear…
Brain: Dead hands, move already!
Hands: Brain, you didn't say what content to write!
Or situations like this would appear…
Brain: I thought of so much content. I must have written a lot, right? Wait, dead hands — with so many things, why can you not even scrape together a thousand words?
Hands: I don't know. Maybe I still thought too little in my brain?
Whenever this kind of situation occurred, the old uncle would choose to directly empty his mind.
After all, when one was too anxious, it was generally difficult to write anything.
If the brain had nothing, one could not expect the hands to have their own consciousness, right?
Heh, sometimes they really could.
As long as there was an outline, there would be a kind of intuition called "I think so" power that would control the hands into action.
However, this move generally could not be relied upon too much.
After all, this move was always sometimes effective and sometimes not.
If one wanted to write smoothly, it was still best to first put down whatever was in hand and relax properly.
However, while relaxing, it was also best not to do entertainment-related things.
It was best to find a way that could calm oneself down and allow thoughts to diverge…
The usual suggestion was to just sit blankly in front of the writing tool.
As long as one was bored out of their mind, inspiration would come knocking on its own.