Hutuo Tavern... a silver-haired man in a trench coat with a gun on his back and a strange octagonal star pinned on his chest looked up at the tavern's sign.
To avoid copyright disputes with the copied object, they intentionally used a misleading name, but would the God of Fiction really care about such things?
Probably, he would be happy, thinking it was advertising for him.
"God of Fiction, ruler of dreams, the magnificent light of void, creator of miracles, Star Sea Horn..."
The silver-haired man recited a bunch of nicknames that even the God of Fiction himself didn't know, as he stepped into this pirated version of the Hearthstone Tavern.
As the silver-haired man entered the tavern, he was momentarily stunned; he initially thought that such a place would be filled with Dwarves or Half-Elves or rogues, races and professions characterized by smoke and bustling noises, but... what he now saw in the tavern was a bunch of semi-naked-bodied, pompadour-styled Sages!
