Chapter 166: The books of Rio

Currently Rio was lying down on his bed with his eyes wide open. Looking up at the shimmering stars and the shallow moon. His room was a mess, as the tables and chairs were pushed aside in the middle, while his bed was dragged near the window. 

It was already way past midnight, and soon in an hour or two, the morning sun would rise again. But he couldn't sleep a wink the whole night. 

Diaries and notebooks were thrown around on his bed, as he spent the last few hours of time, going over stuff from the novel and the stuff he changed. His mind kept making notes and wrote down everything he could think of.

 At the beginning of his arrival in Arcadia, he remembered the plot too well, due to the memory flashes that resurfaced before his death. And then the merging scenes replay cleared all the other parts too. So he didn't write anything about the novel.