558, Charles Mecklen wipes sweat (asking for monthly votes)

Charles believed that if he was not currently sitting in the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny, he definitely would not have recalled this matter.

It was somewhat terrifying.

He remembered once using a novel to alter the concept of the God of Joy, making it a pet of the Serpent of Destiny. He seemed to have touched upon something, but then it seemed as if a force made his newly emerged inspiration vanish into smoke.

If he were anywhere else, Charles would have thought it normal, after all, many people have bursts of inspiration that fade before they can grasp them, and although regrettable, it was something he could do nothing about.

But now, seated in the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny, he truly felt this "abnormality."