It was another beautiful morning. One Blade Slash got up and washed up as usual. He then went to the computer desk.
After booting up the computer, he skillfully lit a candle on the southeast corner of the desk, then opened the Writer's Assistant.
Luck came first when creating web novels, creativity came second. This was the first step before he wrote every day. He first lit up his luck so that he could have infinite power and inspiration when he wrote.
After doing all this, he did not start writing right away. Instead, he opened the QQ software.
Suddenly, a continuous beeping sound was heard.
Glancing at the message list, One Blade Slash's face showed a hint of helplessness.
There were no female readers contacting him, and it was just a bunch of silly readers tagging him. What's the point?
After thinking about it, he opened the author's group to see what the big shots were talking about, and to learn some experience.
Green Shirt, Drunk:
If there were two websites like A and B, A would offer a share of around 100 per thousand words, and there would be a chance to travel abroad every year, and they would give the author five insurances and one housing fund.
Website B is a reading department, and there is no guarantee. They only sign a 50/50 split, but they promise to give the author a platinum contract within a year.
Then … What do these two websites have to do with you? Why are you still in the group instead of writing?
Yun Dongliu, "I'm hiding some money today. My wife doesn't know, so happy!"
Qi Pei Jia, "I'm taking a day off today, because I'm going to the Reading Annual Gala!"
Wu Ma Xing, "This year I'm one of the Twelve Kings. I'll put my hands on my waist for a while (proudly with hands on waist.jpg)"
Zhuge Wanjun, "Anyone want to play Warcraft together? Let's put writing aside, games make you happy!"
…
Looking at the big shots' chat, One Blade Slash suddenly felt humble and weak. Then, he skillfully typed a line of "Big shots, 666" and closed the group chat.
After opening the Writer's Assistant again and clicking on the outline of "I'm the Boss Behind-The-Scenes", One Blade Slash tried to start writing.
But after typing the first line, he skillfully opened Bilibili to watch videos, then opened Steam to play games, then read a novel for a while. Finally, he stood in front of the window and quietly watched the night fall.
As for writing? Didn't he already write a line of words (One Blade Slash's confused face.jpg)
He was such a self-disciplined author. If he said he was going to write, then he would say it and not do anything …
So today was another day of failure.
His position in the author's group was also very low. He could only watch enviously as the big shots pretended to be humble and real.
Of course, there were times when the big shots in the group would show off in his area of expertise. That would be the time for him to shine.
For example, if they were to compare whose new book was worse, he could jump out and say,
"Who else but me can do it!"
He tearfully took a screenshot of the data and told the big shots in the group that they were all little brothers and that he was the most useless one.
…
Looking at the time, it was getting closer and closer to midnight.
One Blade Slash knew that it was time for him to get into the groove of writing. After all, there were so many lovely readers waiting for updates. As a good author, he couldn't let them down.
Thus, he deleted the line of words that he had typed in the morning and changed it to [Take a day off to organize the outline].
There were only a few hundred words left, and the task for the day was completed. One Sword Slash slumped into his chair, feeling as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt that a hard day had passed just like that.
Next, he turned on his phone and began to read the book.
Dreamtime: "You can't even keep up with the most basic updates. I've misjudged you. (angry emoji)"
Orange Heart Leaf: "Burp ~ Delicious ~"
Fox Nine Jun: "Checking in daily!"
…
After glancing at it, there was a hint of shame on One Blade Slash's face.
Don't I still have readers? How can I let them down?
No, I have to delete the leave request and start writing!
Thus, with a serious face, he opened the author's assistant again and clicked on "I'm the Big Boss Behind the Scenes". However, after glancing at the pitiful daily reading, there was a hint of helplessness on his face.
When can I become a Reading Platinum … I can't see the end of the road to failure!
At that moment, he suddenly thought of a post that he had accidentally seen on the Internet. In the post, there was a detailed description of a very metaphysical altar. It was said that this altar could satisfy any person's wish.
If all of this was true, then becoming a god was just around the corner.
According to the original poster, the altar described in the post was recorded in a dilapidated ancient book that was dug out from an ancient tomb. There was a slight possibility that it could be done.
Regarding this, One Blade Slash did not believe a single punctuation mark.
What a joke … I've never believed in metaphysics!
However, after looking at the candle in the southeast corner, One Blade Slash skillfully opened the webpage, clicked on the favorite post, and carefully read it …
Since I'm not strong enough, then I'll try metaphysics to become a god.
After carefully reading the post three times, One Blade Slash found that the method of building the altar did not seem difficult. Many of the materials could be found in reality.
Thinking of this, he looked again at the candle in the southeast corner that was about to be extinguished. Then, he clicked on the omnipotent shopping website and placed a series of orders.
…
Soon, a year had passed.
During this period, One Blade Slash was still failing. As for buying materials to build the altar and making a wish, he had long forgotten about it. At that time, after building the altar, he waited for a week full of anticipation. After that, he lost interest because he knew that those metaphysical things were not reliable.
Instead of believing that the god behind the altar could make him a Platinum author, it was better to write a few more words. Although the hope was slim, at least there was a slight chance that it would not be.
This day, One Blade Slash was writing. At that moment, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. Then, his right shoulder sank, and a voice whispered in his right ear.
"Young man, what is your wish?"
One Blade Slash was so shocked that he immediately jumped up from his seat. Then, he turned his head to look to his right. Suddenly, he saw a very cute little white dog lying on his right shoulder, looking at him with a serious face.
"Young man, what is your wish?" The dog continued to repeat in a low voice.
"You … Who are you?" One Blade Slash hurriedly asked.
"I am the god behind the altar. Now, tell me your wish!" The dog continued to look serious.
One Blade Slash was stunned. After thinking for a while, he remembered that he had indeed built the altar and made a wish a year ago.
He did not expect that his attempt would actually come true. At this moment, his worldview was greatly impacted.
So the altar was real, and there really was a god … Erm, the only thing he could not figure out was why the god was a little white dog!
"Can you really fulfill my wish?" One Blade Slash asked in a doubtful tone.
"I can do anything. Tell me your wish. As long as it's of equal value, I can fulfill it!" The dog raised his head, looking a little proud.
"I want to write a super best-selling novel and become a Platinum author!" One Blade Slash's expression gradually became joyful.
"No problem. Next, we'll weigh it by equal value!"
As soon as the dog's voice fell, a devil's head appeared on his forehead, which then turned into a scale.
One end was connected to the loser One Blade Slash, while the dog placed the data of the wish that One Blade Slash had mentioned on the other end.
The scale swayed and slowly descended toward One Blade Slash.
Although it was tilted, it had reached a state of slight balance.
Seeing this, the dog nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good, your wish can be fulfilled. Next, tell me the details of your wish!" The dog said in a low voice with a straight face.
"Um … You're a god, so it should be very simple for you. All you have to do is help me write a super best-selling novel. That way, I'll be able to become a platinum author!" One Sword Slash chuckled. He had no idea what the price of making a wish was.
"Writing?" The dog was stunned.
"Wait, tell me more details!" The dog had a bad feeling in his heart.
Hearing this, One Blade Slash immediately began to explain in detail. He explained the writing and the publication of the work, as well as collecting the monthly votes and subscriptions from the readers to appraise the quality of the work, and so on …
After listening for a while, the dog's expression fell.
He felt like he had taken on the wrong order.
From the exchange on the forum, the dog found out that a few players had already received wishes. The missions they completed were either revenge or slaughter. The process was easy and pleasant. What kind of idiotic mission did he take on?
Writing? I don't know how!
However, this was the first time he came out to do business, so the dog didn't plan to give up. He continued to listen to One Blade Slash's analysis of writing, then nodded to indicate that he was listening.
After a while, One Blade Slash said with a face full of anticipation,
"God, I've said everything I need to say. Can you complete it?"
"No problem. Move aside and let me write one for you!" The dog said with a face full of stubbornness.
…
One month later, in the same room.
The dog lay on the computer table with a serious expression. His claws turned into phantoms as he typed furiously on the keyboard.
In terms of writing talent, the dog improved at lightning speed.
In the beginning, he could only write a few hundred words a day. Now, he could write two million words a day.
The only thing that didn't change was that his subscriptions and monthly votes were still zero. Occasionally, he would get a few recommendation votes, which were given by the readers out of pity. Now, apart from the full attendance award, he didn't gain anything else.
During this period of time, the dog's mentality completely exploded.
How could there be such a wish? Why did I agree to sign a contract with him? He's the f * cking devil!
Filled with grief and indignation, he finished writing two million words for the day. The dog opened the book with a face full of anticipation, trying to find a reader who might be reading it.
However, after waiting for three hours, there were still no subscriptions for the day.
At this moment, the dog's mentality completely exploded. He raised the keyboard and smashed it.
One Blade Slash, who was hiding not far away, trembled when he saw this.
From the initial respect to the current fear, One Blade Slash felt that he shouldn't have made a wish in the first place.
This mad dog had smashed eight of his keyboards in the past month. Originally, there was still a group of loyal readers under the pen name "One Blade Slash", but ever since the dog's ghostwriting, it completely collapsed.
Now, other than having more than ten novels under the pen name, there was nothing else.
Even the editor advised him to change his profession and not to write novels. With the speed of writing two million words a day, there was nothing else he could do. Why did he choose to make a living?
His heart was filled with grief and indignation, but he didn't dare to say it or ask.
He was afraid that he would be torn apart by this mad dog!
It's too hard for me …
"Little Blade, hurry up and buy a new keyboard. Tomorrow, you'll definitely become a god!" At this moment, the dog's shouting could be heard.
Hearing this, One Blade Slash, who was hiding next door, couldn't help but secretly wipe his tears.
What bullsh * t god? He's simply a devil!
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