Just in the past week, finished?
Jason looked at the manuscript Cortana handed over, surprised, and subconsciously took it.
After all, in his mind, Cortana would finish the first draft by next month at the earliest, and since he had promised the editor to hand over the manuscript by the end of the month, he naturally planned to delay it.
Excuses like having a stomachache, the cat at home falling sick, or the dog needing to change its teeth, even though used before, could still be brought out at critical moments.
But Cortana's speed was truly astonishing.
Even more astonishing was the quality of the draft.
Jason sat on the sofa and started to flip through it.
Almost after one page, he was completely engrossed.
Soon, the living room was filled only with the sound of pages turning.
A full hour later, Jason finally took a long breath and put the book down.
The same story written by him felt like a simple narrative, while Cortana's version was thrilling and brilliant, with each line drawing the reader in until they snapped back to reality only after reaching the last page.
No need for revisions, it can go straight to the editor!
Jason came to such a conclusion.
Then he thought about his own level—
Indeed, my talent for swordsmanship limits my writing skills.
Jason was very certain of this thought, with no hint of negativity in his heart.
He knew well that not even a 'god' could be flawless.
Let alone a man, right?
This saying from his hometown, Jason remembered well.
If he had a good appetite, then he couldn't expect to be a good cook, right?
Raising his head, Jason looked at Cortana and spoke sincerely.
Cortana, who had been waiting for Jason's assessment, felt a weight lift from her heart upon hearing his words.
When she promised to help Jason complete this new book, she was filled with trepidation, fearing she would let him down or tarnish his reputation.
After all, Jason was a very famous author.
So, she truly did her best to write and to learn those writing techniques, even using some of her "inherent abilities."
This left her feeling even more exhausted.
However, upon hearing Jason's feedback, Cortana felt it was all worth it.
"As long as you're satisfied."
Then, she placed a metal box on the coffee table next to her.
"This is the 'Spartan Potion' you exchanged for with your merits."
Cortana sobered her expression and looked at Jason seriously, reminding him, "Master Chief, your physical condition ranks among the top of everyone I've seen, but the 'Spartan Potion' is still dangerous. The first and second dose will definitely be no problem, but please be cautious with the third one, very cautious!"
The aide-de-camp emphasized repeatedly.
He would never refuse well-intentioned advice.
Of course, Jason was also curious about how many people had taken the 'Spartan Potion.'
In his conjecture, the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' must have a special army that had taken the 'Spartan Potion.'
"Have many people taken the 'Spartan Potion'?"
"If it involves secrets, you don't have to answer."
"It doesn't involve secrets."
"Actually, it's kind of a semi-open secret."
"Before the 'Ground Alliance' was established, all governments on the surface were wary of the existence of the 'Mystical Side,' especially some actions of the 'Golden Wind' members, which made most governments start researching 'Super Soldiers,' and the 'Spartan Potion' is one of the outcomes."
"However, taking the 'Spartan Potion' doesn't mean becoming a true Spartan."
"A qualified Spartan warrior needs carbonized ceramic bones, enhanced muscle fibers, and superconducting nerves, and then, combined with the 'Spartan Potion,' becomes a Spartan trainee."
Cortana shook her head, not refusing to answer, and detailed the part about the 'Spartan Potion.'
Jason was taken aback.
"A Spartan warrior also needs the most important thing: the heart of a human being."
Cortana nodded and emphasized her point.
"The heart of a human being?"
Jason repeated softly.
Though it was a simple phrase, Jason keenly felt there might be some unpleasant stories behind it.
However, since Cortana didn't elaborate, Jason naturally wouldn't inquire further.
He had a considerable fondness for the female aide-de-camp who had helped him complete the main quest.
"Besides Spartan warriors, are there other types of Super Soldiers?"
Jason shifted the conversation.
This time Cortana didn't respond verbally, just looked at Jason with a soft smile.
That, of course, meant the answer was as clear as day.
Besides the 'Spartan Warriors,' there were certainly other types of Super Soldiers.
It just involved secrets that couldn't be disclosed.
Jason hadn't pressed for answers before, and naturally, he wouldn't now.
"How is the national conscription doing?"
In the span of a week, Jason hadn't kept up with the outside world, except for the occasional bit of news he had overheard from Kemi while she was delivering food.
Many people enlisting.
That was Kemi's description, fitting the "bits and pieces."
Well, the benefits are quite good.