"Just today, a post-apocalyptic work called First Ruins has taken the internet by storm." "Really?" Nora Scott raised an eyebrow. "Let me fill you in slowly..." Once Laura Collins finished her jelly, she leisurely began, "The author of this work is called UU, a newly trending manga artist who signed with CC Comics. She debuted under the name ’Little Zero’. Her first work, Your Future, mimicked Zero’s art style and panel layout, gaining popularity through Zero’s fame, and now she’s somewhat famous." Nora’s tone remained calm. Mimicking Zero’s art style and panel layout is not uncommon in the industry. Many renowned manga artists initially entered the industry by imitating and learning from other famous works, gradually forming their own style during the creative process. This isn’t "plagiarism". However, in her seven years in the industry, there have been quite a few who tried to imitate or learn from Nora Scott, but not many genuinely stood out. Because her personal style is too distinctive. "Today she just released her second manga work, which is also a post-apocalyptic theme, called First Ruins. Her manga was simultaneously published on both Weibo and the CC Comics platform, possibly involving some marketing. It instantly shot to the number one spot for new releases on the site, with over ten thousand shares on Weibo. Fans and enthusiasts highly recommended it, and it even trended on the top search lists." After introducing the work, Laura sincerely marveled, "However, the quality of this piece is genuinely high. The opening is so astonishingly good it makes you scream." Nora became a bit intrigued. Laura had been involved with manga from a young age, having read countless works both domestically and internationally. For something to earn such praise from her, other than a few veteran manga artists, among the new generation, it’s really just Zero and White. "I checked out her previous work, and it was quite average. This time, the improvement is incredibly rapid. The art style captures about forty to fifty percent of Zero’s, and even the storytelling style is similar to Zero’s. If I didn’t know it was impossible, I’d almost suspect Zero was operating a side account at thirty percent strength." Upon hearing Laura mention Zero with such admiration, Nora’s eyebrows slightly moved as she tossed the panel sketch book back onto the table. "I once chatted with her in a group, seems she’s a female college student, quite young, and there’s no generation gap between us. Didn’t I mention to you before about the comic convention? She’s going to be there for a signing. When you come, I’ll introduce you two," Laura said. "You both work in the same genre, you could have a good discussion. Maybe it will inspire you." Although she didn’t know many peers, she didn’t mind communicating with them, as long as the other party truly had skill, they could learn from each other. After chatting with Laura for a while, Nora intended to search for the much-praised First Ruins, but remembering there were "guests" in the living room, she had to give up. As she left, she hesitated, then turned back, and took a spare phone from the drawer. Oliver Scott patiently endured the pain, waiting for Pedro Langley to attend to the wound on his left shoulder. His injury wasn’t serious. Besides a new bruise on his face, only his left shoulder took a hit. Although the hit didn’t break any bones, the bruise on his back hurt enough to make him gasp and sweat beads on his forehead as he applied medicine. As Pedro’s voice fell, Oliver couldn’t help but secretly let out a breath of relief. He pulled on his long-sleeved pullover, and just as he picked up a sweater, he heard the door opening. Nora Scott came out first, and soon Marcus Shaw also appeared at the door as the bedroom opened. As soon as they entered the living room, Nora glanced at Oliver and asked, "Are you sleeping in the study, or at his place?" He, of course, referred to Pedro Langley. For that, Pedro not only did not mind Nora’s assumption but was rather pleased by her "treating herself as one of his own." Oliver’s mind didn’t register for a moment. Tightening the cap on the medicinal wine, Pedro mentioned, "I live next door." Oliver was startled, secretly thinking: This couple sure knows how to enjoy themselves, renting two apartments on the same floor, must be nice to have money to burn. Standing at the door, Marcus sneered, noticeably displeased. "Well," Nora casually tossed her phone onto the sofa and said, "You can go back if you want, but it’s a bit late." "Thank you." Oliver politely thanked and promptly made a decision, "I’ll sleep in the study." The last time he clashed with Marcus, it was thanks to Sophie Scott that it was covered up. Tonight, Sophie isn’t home; if he went back, his mom would definitely lecture him until midnight. And considering the late hour, it would be too abrupt to disturb the Singleton Estate. Now that he was already here, it was better to give home a peace report and stay for the night. He’s still upset about Zero’s signature and the Mechanical Box. It’s quite satisfying if this annoys Marcus. Marcus frowned, voicing his disdain. Nora observed with interest and asked, "Did you fix the plans?" Sneakily, Oliver’s gaze swept over, and he snickered at Marcus. His schadenfreude looked just like Nora when she used to tease Jesse Johnson. These two must really be siblings! With a thud, Marcus slammed the door shut, clutching the revised plans, exasperated, and stormed back to the bedroom. The three in the living room exchanged glances. It was already late. After Pedro tidied up the medical kit, he didn’t linger and returned next door. Taking advantage of the time while Oliver called home, Nora went to the study and unfolded the multifunctional sofa bed, tossing a new set of bedding onto it to complete the setup. "If you need anything, you can knock on the door." As she walked out of the study, Nora saw Oliver returning from the balcony and casually mentioned. "Alright." Oliver closed the balcony door, holding his phone, and after taking a few steps forward, paused as he noticed the wooden pieces and tools on the ground, and asked curiously, "Can the Mechanical Box be fixed?" For some reason, Oliver just believed that when Nora previously said Marcus’s "plans were flawed," it wasn’t an empty boast but rather that she had genuinely spotted the error in one glance. He vaguely felt if Nora took the lead, the Mechanical Box would indeed be fixed. "That depends on Marcus." Nora’s attitude was indifferent. Oliver: "..." But he’s your brother! Considering the surnames of the two, along with their awkward and stiff interactions, Oliver scratched his head and ultimately swallowed his words. After introducing Oliver to the bathroom and the locations of toiletries, Nora took a cup of tea back to her bedroom. Although not very enthusiastic, or even somewhat aloof, Oliver could still feel her goodwill through her actions, inevitably making him think of some earlier speculations about her... Only, upon realizing this thought, Oliver forcibly suppressed it. It couldn’t be such a coincidence. Whether the rumored "sister" is a "Scott" or not is still uncertain. Slowly exhaling, Oliver lowered his gaze, looked at the new model phone in his hand, then at the tightly closed bedroom door, dismissing his suspicions, he walked into the study. As soon as he entered the door, he was startled to a standstill. The scene before him made his entire body break out in goosebumps, every hair follicle trembling, every nerve quivering. Even with years of good education and upbringing, at this moment, Oliver couldn’t help but mentally exclaim—