Remy Tsai was once happy. She had her boyfriend, Jack, and her best friend, Elise. 
But know jack is dead, shot through the chest-
And it was Elise who pulled the trigger. Was it self defence? Or was it something deeper?
Find out what will happen in the book...

The story follows a 11 year old boy and his best friend. Both have a way to active imagination.

Moira was furious. Someone, more accurately, many people dared to bring harm to her brother. She glanced at the myriad of websites out there taking copies of Jericho for their own sites. "It seems these people have no idea how hard it is to live as an author."
"It seems we must accelerate your original plan, Eranoth," Jericho sighed. 
Eranoth scrunched his brows in anxiety. "But everyone will hate that. I guess I was too hopeful. I hoped that people would be honest. I hoped that things could go better. I wanted to see everyone including myself find enjoyment and happiness. It really does only take a few problematic humans to ruin everything."
Jericho nodded. "True, but what is more important? Writing until you are a shriveled husk and have to stop writing because you couldn't afford your electricity or internet bills, or making everyone upset right now so that you can write, and write properly moving forward, so you can afford these things. We all know that because of your horrible reactions to other people's colognes, perfumes, scented items, vape, smoke and other things, that you can't hold a normal job. Your health has already limited your options."
Moira nodded. "Right! You are writing to get published officially because it is one of your only hopes left. With all these people out there wanting to make you work your butt off for nothing, you are better off moving forward with your plan now rather than later. The most important thing is that the people who truly care about your work will gladly follow. Don't lump them into the 'they' that you fear. The 'they' is the minority of them, even if they are loud."
Eranoth sighed in defeat as he slumped onto Jericho's piano bench. "Logically I get it. Emotionally this is something I don't want to do. I really like interacting with these really fun people. I know they like my story as well. Alexandra's and ExtraWhiteRice's funny comments, TJinx's and Le_Berino's constant support, YoungJustice's 'defend the author' and everyone else's fun interactions and support."
Moira flicked the author's forehead. "It's not like you are dropping the story. The fans that care, will follow you. They will enjoy all the extra hard work you have put in to improving things. Think about it, all they really want is for our story to continue. You are still doing that. In fact, you are doing even more than just continuing the story."
Jericho nodded. "She's right, and on top of that you are being extremely kind and informing them of the choice you have made after days of self debate. You aren't reacting to the situation, you are acting in your best interest and their best interest. Besides, this plan has been there for a long time, you are just hastening it."
"But I was hoping to get out volume 2 before I enacted any portion of this plan. I was hoping to hoping to have volume 1 published before I enacted my plan. Only one person is following my ko-fi for my announcements. The discord was a flop. I'm afraid that this will fail just like everything else."
Jericho smiled. "When do things ever go according to plan? Besides, if you keep speaking Eranothian, you will keep confusing people."
A knock was heard at the door. 
"They are here." Moira opened it. "Everyone, You're here! Come in, come in! Eranoth's got some really exciting news that will make you happy!"
Eranoth shook his head in disbelief, "I really don't think my choice will make people happy," he muttered to himself. 
A horde of over 500 people crowded into the living room killing off any breathing room. "What is this news you have to tell us?"
Eranoth clenched his fist as he struggled to find the words. "I'm leaving the internet writing scene."
The group was in uproar and some people left before hearing the rest of what the author was trying to say.
"I mentioned before that I am going the publishing route. As I have been editing volume 1, I realized that my voice, especially when I can get it edited, doesn't really match the air of internet writing. So, coming up, you will see a significantly improved version of my work in physical book and e-book format. When I can get things out, the first place you will be able to find it at is <B>barnesandnoble.com</B>."
"Bah, paperback versions," a random person said as they walked out the door. 
Eranoth took a deep breath. "I was offered the webnovel contract, but found that the conditions for them to pay me anything were too harsh for me. For the sake of my work, I could not accept their conditions and feel happy about it."
Moira smiled. "Jericho and I are glad you chose to reject it for our sake and the sake of the royal bardians, but if you keep sacrificing like this, eventually you won't have the capability to continue."
Eranoth nodded slowly. "Right," he said before looking up at the expectant faces. "Recently, I discovered that my story has been copied and pasted onto about ten other websites without my permission. One website is calling me a translator. Another website is saying they are posted my work on their site in order to promote me. Others have said nothing. But Jericho the Bard is my intellectual property. Since I cannot earn money to pay for any of the basic necessities for an author to keep writing; these websites are doing all of us way more harm then good. So, I had to come up with a plan in order to counteract the damage that has been done."
Another person spat. "So your plan is to drop it? How dare you! We all told you not to drop it!"
Eranoth flinched as he held his own tears. "Changing mediums," he muttered. "All I'm doing is changing mediums."
Jericho sighed. "Everyone, this isn't easy for Eranoth to do or say." He turned to the author. "Eranoth, just your self-editing alone has made the future version of our story into something far more fulfilling and significantly less boring. You have already made thousands of changes. You have made many things clearer, you have simplified the difficult to understand complexities of game mechanics, and you have added more depth to the story. I'm curious to see what will happen once your editor April gets her hands on it. If you alone can make that much of a leap in progress, I'm looking forward to when she tears things to shreds and can help you see where things need more work."
Another person spoke up. "You are doing all this extra work, Why? Your story is great where it is."
Eranoth turned away took a breath and looked out the cold snowy window. "This is the only Win-Win I could find after a long time of searching. Publishing official versions of my works seems to be the best way forward. Jericho and Moira deserve this editing. They are worth more to me, than first draft vomit onto the page. You all can see and understand far more and my story will progress far better if I put in this extra work. I can potentially earn a piddly income in order to keep writing, and do things right by everyone."
Eranoth turned to face the slowly shrinking crowd once again. "Originally, I was going to post volume 2 and have volume 1 published before I took any similar actions. But after seeing the dishonesty of people on the internet, I knew I couldn't let that continue. Oh, and for all those reading this on other websites, contact your website group and let them know there are slight changes in all the chapters and that if they want to be more complete, they should restart their copy pasting ways. Everyone will be happier if they do."
"What was that about?" another random person asked. 
Eranoth grinned as the person asked about his diabolical plan. "Just a little insurance. After all, I am J Eranoth, the author of this book. If they are going to copy and paste my work onto their websites at least they should acknowledge who this book came from. But enough about them," the author's grin vanished. "If you stay with me, or follow my ko-fi, I will be able to let you know when things are officially out, and with the ko-fi, other updates as well. Thank you again for all the support you have given me so far. When things are available, I will update another chapter to let you know. Until then, please give your powerstone votes to other authors who may want/need the webnovel contract whose conditions I could not accept. The little guys need the support you can give." 
Eranoth took a breath to calm down. "I know many of you will chose to leave, knowing that the online posting of my story or chapters is no longer going to be a thing for me. I hope many of you can understand both my fears and my dreams. I hope that many of you will be happy with the fact that I care so much about everyone that I want the best for me, for you, and for my stories. I hope that more than just my story of Jericho can see the light of readers eyes. I have more works I have been working on during this time. And those who are thinking that I am a selfish person, you are right, I am. I am not someone who can sacrifice everything with a smile and say it will all work out! I am not someone who can live in this era of 'you exist therefore you must pay for the air you breath' without a means to take care of myself. If I don't do this, then eventually I would have had to stop writing because of a lack of sufficient income and/or worsening health because of my adverse reactions to most things that scream "people". I haven't been to a movie theater in years. I haven't hung out with someone in a social place in years. I can't even go over to some of my friends' houses to hang out with them. I haven't been to a church in a long time. All of this is because of my adverse reactions to colognes, perfumes, scented items (Plug-in air fresheners, candles, oils and so on), other people's vape, second hand smoke and many other harmful (to me) substances that can be found ABSOLUTELY EVERYWHERE!"
Eranoth sighed and looked down, trying not to break down in tears. "Sorry, I got on my soap box. But you never know the life an author is facing. Why are they writing? I just wish that some people would realize how much pain some of us are actually in. I'm not the only one to face this. I'm not the only author or artist out there who cannot hold a normal job. I didn't write this so you would pity me. In fact, I hate people's pity. But I want you to understand that I am doing this 51% for selfish reasons. I am a selfish person."
Moira smiled at Eranoth's courage to speak about the reality of his own life. "How is that selfish?" she asked.
Eranoth shook his head. "I don't know, but I do know that it is what most people would call it. This is hard for me. I wanted to keep interacting with you all. I really had hoped that online writing could be the answer. But things rarely go how we want them. So, I will say once more for good measure. I, J Eranoth, author of Jericho the Bard, am changing mediums officially. Again, when I am able to get it out there, the first place to look for it will be at barnesandnoble.com. I chose them as the first of many places to put my book for sale because they can reach most of you. If you are in an area that cannot access barnesandnoble.com, let me know so I can find a way to make it accessible to you. Stay with me, and I will let you know when the official published part 1 is out. Visit my Ko-Fi.com/Eranoth and I will keep people updated as to my progress towards things moving forward and also some fun flavor from time to time."
Eranoth was unable to hold back his own tears. "I will miss interacting with you guys. I hope, I dream, and I ask, will you follow me as I move forward in a direction that is different from other people who's works you have read?"
Jericho grabbed Eranoth's shoulder. 
The author flinched and tensed.
"Relax, most of them are still here. Most of them support your choice. I can tell. These are your true fans, their my true fans. These people don't care that you are changing mediums. In fact, these people are proud that you care enough to make this hard choice. They understand that you are not dropping your work. They understand that you are seeking something far better."
The author sighed and relaxed a little. "At least, I feel at peace with my choice. Well, everyone, thank again for coming. I'm sorry things had to play out this way. I, J Eranoth, will keep writing. I will keep improving and I will see you all again!" Eranoth stood and walked resolutely towards the door, trying to hide his own tears. He closed the door behind him as he walked out into the snowstorm.
The people still in the house with Jericho and Moira were silent. 
Moira smiled at the crowd. "Shall we perform one last time for you?"
Jericho sat as his piano. His fingers played the keys. His voice called out, singing about a hopeful and brighter future.

© J Eranoth

In the year 2741 Music has become a thing created solely via technology. The age of instruments had long since passed. 
Jericho grew up in a family who lived ‘outdated’ lives. From his grandfather, he learned how make, repair, and play a good amount of instruments. It was his life passion. If he lived in the early 2000s he would have become famous with the skill he possessed. 
The man worked hard on both his job at an antique shop and his failing musical career to take care of kid sister, the only family member he had left. 
Freedom online (A very generic MMO type of name) had recently been released. One of the many VRMMORPG’s created in this era. Jericho and his sister ignored the game as it was something well beyond what they could afford. 
After unknowingly experiencing both a disaster and a fortuitous encounter, Jericho and his sister are given the game with the hope this new world can bring his wonderful music to light.
New!
Discord Link to a fandom server: https://discord.gg/AAq7MMv
Also help keep me afloat: ko-fi.com/eranoth

"The winner of the 53rd Artistic Contribution Silver Bear Award is ‘Blind Shaft’..."
As the audience applauded loudly, the young director got on the stage as if he was sleepwalking. Wang was too excited to keep a clear mind. It was hard for an outsider to understand how happy he was. His first film had won an international award!
"Brother Qin, we won an award!"
George was confused by the result. The two Chinese directors would return home with a good harvest. He was also eager to win an award. Otherwise, the American media would be laughing at him when he returned. They would blame him for turning from actor to director.
After strict evaluation, his film was reviewed as "a film with outstanding performances but a dull plot".
George teared up as the Chinese winners celebrated. Even Zhang Yimou felt better now.
New blood was joining the Chinese film circle, so as its leader, he had to keep working hard.
People with different opinions and feelings gathered in the hall, watching the Golden Bear get awarded to Michael Winterbottom, the director of "In this World". His film, which was lucky enough to win the award, was about the war in Afghanistan.
Sister Xue and Qin Guan returned to their hotel with the Silver Bear. The moon was as bright as the award that night. Qin Guan had a good night’s sleep, but his agent did not.
There was so much work waiting for her. First, she sent photos of the ceremony to the team in America.
Qin Guan’s official blog was updated fast, while other media in the US and Germany didn’t spread the news as quickly. They knew that the news had to be released slowly in order to attract more attention. They would be on the morning papers the next day.
Only big websites had sent reporters to Germany. The news updates on smaller websites were inferior to Qin Guan's official blog.
There had originally been different reports about Qin Guan's presence at the Berlin Film Festival. A few fans had sent their blessings, while haters had laughed at him.
Someone had said that he would be a mere onlooker in Berlin, while others had insisted that he would only serve as foil. Some people had even sneered at him for exploiting other stars’ popularity.
"He is just going to Berlin for the fame. I bet he will say that he narrowly lost the award when the result is announced."
Qin Guan’s fans reacted calmly to those comments. They ignored the haters and had a discussion amongst themselves.
"Actually, I don’t care about the awards. I just want to see his photos from the red carpet. I already have photos of him from the Oscars and Cannes."
"I’m a Chinese fan of his. I have red carpet photos of him at the Silver Eagle Festival. Shall we exchange pictures?"
"Sure!"
The proposal got a response from plenty of fans.
"What am I waiting for? To see his face, of course!"
"I want to see him in Armani Haute Couture!"
"I can’t sleep until I see a photo!"
The blog was suddenly updated as they talked about the festival. The Silver Bear now occupied the whole page.
There was also a new article of about 1,000 words.
"He’s won two Best Actor Awards now! One at Cannes and one at Berlin!"
Photos were uploaded for the fans.
"What do I see? He won the Best Actor Award!"
"He is so talented! Best Actor twice!"
"The photos are perfect!"
"Who can analyse the pattern of his Armani shirt? It’s so sexy!"
"Both Qin Guan and the bear look cute!"
Qin Guan’s haters left at once. Wood, who was a hardcore hater of Qin Guan, fell silent.
There was a videotape of "Elephant" on his desk. Only a few thousand copies had been released in America. One hour after Qin Guan had won the award, all the stock had been sold out.
Wood had been one of the buyers. He had bought it a few days in advance.
He had originally wanted to watch the film to find Qin Guan’s flaws. Then when Qin Guan returned with empty hands, he could make fun of the arrogant Chinese actor on the forum.
It was a pity that his plan had not worked. The Best Actor Award at the Berlin Festival was the best acknowledgement of Qin Guan’s talent. It was impossible for him to defeat an enemy with such acting skills.
 Wood was sobbing. He had spent too much on Qin Guan. He had bought a film ticket for 10 dollars, a tape for 4.99 dollars, and a whole set of photos sold online by his fan club for 5 dollars.
I heard that there is a limited edition Citizen album with Qin Guan's signature that costs 100 dollars…
Wait! Are you crazy, Wood? Why are you planning on buying an album of your enemy? Chinese people are wizards. I have to calm down...


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

It was late at night, it was cold, very cold outside.
A young man sitting on a chair in his room in front of his computer looked through the closed window at the falling snow with half open eyes
"Another snowy day, fortunately for me, it is weekend, a cup of hot cocoa in hand and no work to do, which means I am free to do what I want, nothing beats these warm and relaxing moments"
The young man took a sip from the cup as he looked at the computer screen in front of him.
He was browsing some websites for reviews to decide which movie to watch, he got a few titles in mind but couldn't make a decision which to watch first, till his eyes landed on a certain comment
"Superman is the worst of the worst, a stupid jerk that thinks he is the best one out there, he is an idiot, an idiot I say, foolish, barbaric, brainless …"
The young man skipped the comment, he didn't feel like continuing to read that comment, thus skipped it to read another one
"Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! a stupid line fitting a stupid person, man of steel they call him, more like man of failure, an idiot by all means, a weak feeble little man that can't even get a date…"
The young man again skipped another comment as it seemed ridiculous to read it any further, thus skipped it to another
"A looser, he is nothing but a looser, all brawn and no brain, a stupid buffoon that is what superman is, a looser and nothing but a piece of garbage that shouldn't exist, a superfluous creature that…"
The young man was surprised reading the comments, the person who wrote them, seemed like they hated the superman character a lot, the comments sometimes ridiculous and sometimes childish but always offensive and they were getting worse and worse the more the young man read, and to make things more strange the person who wrote all those hate comments was one and probably the same person as they didn't stop there but wrote a lot more on other websites too, any website that allowed comments on DC movies, the same person would be there to write something, and every time they wrote a comment, it would be a hate comment, cursing and ridiculing the superman character, not the actor, neither the voice actor nor the movie but the character.
"What is wrong with this person? Why does he keep doing this? Why is no one saying anything to him?" the young man furrowed his brows as he read more than thirty hate comments and there were lots and lots more that he either skipped or didn't see them, all of them posted by the same person.
"Mr Mxy" the youth repeated the nickname of the person responsible of all the hate comments he read.
The young man wasn't a stranger to the Dc universe and lots of its characters, he was a fan to say the least.
"Choosing that for a nickname and writing things like that on all of those websites, is that guy alright in the head? I don't think he is just acting or joking, those comments are offensive no matter how I look at them"
The young man held his head as he pondered
"There are lots of people obsessed with comics and super hero movies, and when it came to DC, probably the most known characters are superman, batman, flash, wonder woman, cyborg and green lantern… fans would debate over them like, who is better than who? or what makes this super hero special than the others? And sometimes which actor portrayed the super hero's character better, etc…
Some like to dress up like their favorite characters in certain events like the anime conventions, some geeks however do take their 'enthusiasm' to the max and causing problems in lots of situations whether online or in real life, could this Mr Mxy be one of those geeks? if so why is he acting like superman killed his father or something, what is he going to such lengths to ruin a fictional character's image for? Perhaps, he is trying to make a point? But the comments are nothing but hatred with no apparent reason in them, is he sane?"
The young man was baffled by the comments of this Mr Mxy, he thought the guy might be joking or playing some sort of weird prank, after all, lots of people use the internet and some of those people are weirdos, but even so, shouldn't the moderators do something about those comments? And the stranger thing was, why no one said anything to this Mr Mxy? The young man was full of questions, in a sense, he was curious.
The young man cracked his knuckles, took another sip of his hot cocoa and started typing, he didn't like the fact that no one said anything to this Mr Mxy the most, he thought that he should tell him a piece of his mind otherwise he won't be able to choose any of the movies he wanted to see nor have a good night sleep later, because he would be thinking about why no one said anything to this Mr Mxy, the young man was somewhat a bit of a perfectionist or rather, psychologists might say that his personality is suffering a bit from an obsessive compulsive disorder.
"What is your problem with superman? ten websites! I browsed ten websites so far and in all of them you keep badmouthing superman, why are acting like an evil little imp? Is it because of that nickname? Well, guess what? You are a disgrace, you must be rejected by everyone because of that stupid mouth of yours, shame on you…"
Writing thoughts, the young man felt satisfied, now that he said what he had in mind, he can finally go back and decide what movie to watch.
[You like superman eh?]
"What?" the young man jumped from his seat at the sudden voice he heard
"Who is there?" the young man startled, he shouted as he looked around 
"Where are you hiding? Show yourself!" the young man didn't seem afraid 
[Bravo! Normally people would panic, but you want me to show myself? Haha, well alright then] the voice again said
Assuming what seemed like a defensive pose, the young man kept looking around, to tell the truth he was somehow thinking he might be delusional, after all he was tired a lot but wanted to take the chance to watch a movie or two since he might not find the chance some other day later, he thought that maybe he should be asleep right now or maybe he did fall asleep and he didn't realize it till now?
The young man was confused and lost in thought as he kept looking left and right in that closed room however his wait didn't last for long, in fact it was only a moment or few seconds as a figure suddenly started to take shape in front of him out of nowhere.
The young man opened his eyes wide as the figure quickly turned into a short man that was a little bit over one meter tall, one would mistake him for a child if it weren't for his face and attire, a purple suit and big shiny black shoes, a childish playful expression on his face as his big forehead was overshadowed by the a big purple top hat, that short man kept smiling as his big eyes were gazing at the young man.
"Greeting earthling of this dimension, you can call me Mister Mxyzptlk or Mr Mxy or any of the names you know me by as in those works of 'fiction' in this world, the ones you people call 'action comics', I am a fifth-dimension imp with powers beyond your wildest imaginations, but I assume no introductions are needed, right?" the short man said as he bowed like a gentleman.
The young man didn't respond as he was somewhat shocked by what he heard and seeing.
"So? You like superman eh? Let us play a game, shall we?" Mr Mxy said
"You dared to oppose me, a human with no powers like you dared to say that to me and for WHAT? FOR THAT PIECE OF TRASH CALLED SUPERMAN" Mr Mxy's tone suddenly turned serious, somewhat grim and scary as he slowly flew towards the young man that looked as if he was petrified
"Nevertheless, I like being fair, so I will give you chance to try and prove me wrong, not that I expect you to be able to do anything but… you like superman, right?" Mr Mxy made a scary expression at that moment as he pointed and with a light move, he hit the young man on his head, not giving him any chance to say a word nor wait for him to understand what just happened 
"Remember, no coming back unless you prove me wrong, bye~" Mr Mxy said so while waving his small hand as he looked at the young man who fell down losing his consciousness from that hit that looked light and harmless.
The young man slowly closed his eyes as he fainted, it was till some time later that he woke up, his vision hazy at first but soon better and much clearer than ever, no it was too much better that he couldn't understand what he was seeing and perceiving…
In a room that was neatly decorated with furniture that he definitely didn't see nor buy before, the young man jumped from his somewhat larger than usual bed, looking around, his eyes fell on his reflection in a tall standing mirror… moments later a surprised shout was heard from that room
"I AM SUPERMAN?!!!"

A young man while online browsing for a movie to watch, read somewhat upsetting comments, unable to leave without saying anything he commented his thoughts unaware of the consequences of such act...
“So? You like superman eh? Let us play a game, shall we?” 
Alas, because of a blunder, a normal young man of modern age finds himself in the world of DC comic as none other but Superman

It was the 3rd month of Tanatswa's unemployment and things weren't looking up for him. He had surfed the web for companies that would put to use his programming skills, even submitting his CV to businesses that didn't seem like they would need an IT person, but alas, his efforts were met with no responses and harsh berating from his mother. He had been called lazy even though he dedicated the entire day to emailing more than 300 companies. Things were tough but his parental figure's scolding didn't make it easier. Some people got jobs through nepotism, knowing who is who in the market, and the fact that' that piece of networking advantage was lacking in his arsenal of talents, made him feel seriously fucked. 



Even when he did get replies and went for interviews, it almost always seemed as if for some reason, he didn't meet their requirements. Tanatswa took his time to learn more web development frameworks and useful tools like Angular.js, Bootstrap and even advanced forms of PHP. He believed that he could impress a potential employer if he closed the gap of knowledge he had concerning things he needed to know as a developer. The growth was ever so slightly an improvement that made him more competent and capable of handling much more complex software projects, but alas, even that effort didn't pay off. This was undoubtedly a dark time for this young man's life.

 

During this period of his life, Tanatswa tried to find outlets to make money, even returning to the skill sets he had given up on to pursue his education. Though, if was being completely honest with himself, he had barely made it through university. He graduated with a 3rd class degree and finally cleared his tuition debt. He wasn't one to keep debts and liked to owe no one anything, but realized that most of the business tycoons he had read about didn't pay their taxes and owed a lot of money to the government. This made him consider whether or not he felt good about being a debt free person who is also broke and unemployed. The thought would make him feel like shit and he would avert his mind onto other matters, matters like getting back to drawing his comic and entering it for an online contest or pursuing a youtube channel that never really experienced any growth. 



Tanatswa had liked art and also partly chose a computer science program because of his interest in game design and the marvelous art that was accompanied with video games. His art skills were rusty but he knew that with a little effort he could get back into it and level up in the skill chain. Apart from farming the coding knowledge on the internet, he would now dedicate his time to improving his gaming skills and killing time with anime youtubers. This was rather a pathetic lifestyle as compared to the expectations that society expected from someone like him.  

 

Tanatswa went through a gradual slump in his life, but was neither an overt trouble maker and got along with most people, exhibiting manners and respect towards people of all walks in life. However, this wasn't always the case for people who he found annoying or deemed insufferable. The pool of friends that this young man had was small and even he didn't believe that he had anyone he would classify to be his best friend. Whenever he felt depressed or wanted to have a discussion about a show he liked, he didn't have anyone to really indulge him in an interesting conversation. Even if he couldn't do it face to face with someone, the online options weren't always to his liking. Going on forums or even the discord servers to find someone like minded was as tasking as getting a job. 



Sometimes the fun people were there, but their appearance was rare and having to filter through the trolls, memers and the perverts who could not get into intellectual discussions peeved him a lot. He eventually got frustrated and barely used any of those platforms. Facebook, twitter and even Instagram got boring for him. Even youtube slowly began to lose its sparkle. Shows that seemed to have their shine became repetitive and he no longer saw any value in consuming their content. This would propel him to search for other content creators, but when he would find their stuff, after a while he would get bored. The young man felt bewildered by this gradual decline in interest and worried about his mood swings.

 

After a while, Tanatswa had two websites up, one as a web application and another as just a normal site. He thought that maybe due to a lack of a portfolio that maybe he had been side lined from job opportunities because of that and decided to send a link of his work included to his attached CV. This happened at the same time as he was about to finish drawing his comic which he was going to submit to a contest. He was thinking that if things were not going to work out on this Japanese site he would take his material to either webtoons or tapastic. He was now in his 5th month of unemployment and he really wanted his efforts to pay off. As he expected, the inclusion of his finished works made a difference and he got called for just 2 interviews. However, this didn't go as he expected.

 

At interview number one, the tall 6 feet tall, ebony skinned, skinny Tanatswa, came in to an office that was at the outskirts of town. He was well dressed, and looked super dashing in his light grey suit, beige shirt and black tie, accompanied with crimson shoes. He didn't have the broad shoulders to finesse his appearance but at least the tailor had made a suit that matched his body type. He walked into the building that looked more like a home that was being repurposed to be a working environment. There the young man went through the process of telling the secretary that he had an appointment with the head of IT there. The woman on the desk who had a nice face but a body that was in desperate need of exercise, made a phone call. Tanatswa waited and darted his eyes everywhere. 



The place looked kind of interesting and there were a lot of certification frames placed all over the wall and as always, the picture of the president of the country was on the wall. The place looked homely, but eventually, Tanatswa's time for his face to face with his potential employer was about to begin. A stocky man who was light skinned, wearing a striped shirt and black trousseaus called for him. Tanatswa followed the man's lead and meet him in his office. There Tanatswa was grilled about his intentions for working at the company, and the shock of his life came from when he got to see how his 2 websites looked on the man's device. The employer had a Mac desktop and its screen dimensions were extremely wide and everything he worked looked different on it. Some of the icons were off and looked like shit.



 Tanatswa opted for the man to check how the website looked on his phone and laptop, lucky for him, the man gave it a shot despite getting an immediate negative impression from the desktop orientation of his websites on his Mac. The websites looked fine on the other devices, but the fact that he had missed one mark had messed his chances. Finally they gave him an aptitude test to see whether or not he could demonstrate real coding capabilities. 



Tanatswa was given a website that was done by some company that wanted it revamped, but the source code seemed like an abomination. It was well commented but it was clearly a template that was reworked by some tasteless developer who left a mess. It was chore to go through and even more of a struggle to find all ids and classes used for everything. Going through the mess took a while and soon enough, his time limit was over. The end result was that they would assess his performance and give him a call. A week passed and he never got a call and the other interview he went for turned out to be a disaster. This was only the beginning to a perpetual list of misfortunes.

 

After Tanatswa had submitted his comic and got his results after 2 months of waiting, he had mixed feelings about the results. The judges essentially stated that he had the best story out of all the contests but his art was in the lower bracket of their score. Due to this uneven scoring, he didn't place really high in the ranking but he got an honourable mention. This was the first time he was acknowledged for his talents by an organisation and he felt a bit happy, but this wasn't really the result he desired. If he had won, he would have claimed the prize money and moved out to pursue his comic as a published author serializing in their magazine, but even if that did not happen, at least he got consolation that he had writing talent. Tanatswa began to dabble into art tutorials online at the same time doing chores for his mom, who seemed to only escalate he indignation towards the unemployed youth. 



Tanatswa's goals had shifted and he now wanted to become a comic artist instead of dedicating his time towards finding employment where employers didn't seem to want him. This change in what he wanted to pursue fuelled him with fire and he practiced stuff like foreshortening, figure drawing and complex angles of dynamic poses. Sometimes the drawings would come out well, but for the most part it was a struggle. Tanatswa began to wonder whether or not he would ever get as good as the artists he idolized and wondered whether or not he should team up with someone really talented to draw in his stead, however, the young man wanted to make this happen through his own merit. He finally entered another contest but this time, he was unlucky.

 

With the popularity of the prior contest a behemoth of pro artists were attracted to the upcoming one and entered it. His art had improved and his story was plausible but compared to the elite talent that had joined in, his work paled in comparison. Deep down inside he envied them and wished these pro god tier artists would have entered something else so that the rookies could get a chance to shine, but nevertheless, his final chance was taken from him and he was left depressed. Tanatswa thought about the webtoon and tapastic options but the only way to make it on their platforms was to have a consistent release schedule of work and also to become a featured artist on their platform. Featured artists would get paid plus with the promotion from their site, a creator could leverage the traffic drawn to them by opting for a *******, but it took him forever to get even one issue out and his mother seemed tired of supporting a bum like him. Thus he would have to be sent to the village and subsist on farm life or live with his poor uncle in the worst possible part of the country. 



The gamble had not paid off and he was unemployed, a failed comic artist and a failed developer. Eventually, drawing itself became a painful experience. The young man turned to porn, masturbating 3 or even 5 times a day, sometimes he would go on those dating websites which he knew were a waste of time because 95% of the user base were men and the supposed sexy women who wanted to get laid were actually bots posing as actual people. This morbid catharsis made him laugh inside but also made him feel like shit. He was 23 years old and feeling like a loser, but he always made a point of hiding that side of him. Tanatswa never liked wallowing in misery and showing the world that he is sad. Whenever he had the chance, he would always dress up and get fancy hair cuts that made him look cool and dashing, hiding his broke appearance, but that was it, it was all just an appearance. He pretended to be okay, dressed up nice and faked a smile, but was really dealing with depression. He reflected on his life and even began to associate his lack of success as to why he never really had luck with women. He had never gotten laid and he was already 23 years old. 



The closest thing to anything sexual he had gotten were lap dances and really arousing grinding from women who probably had to sit on top of at least 40 random crotches of men in a night. This was mainly a means to deal with his sexual frustration, but at those clubs that he did go to, even married men or guys who had girlfriends would get lap dances, grabbing women's asses and doing unholy things with them that they wouldn't even consider with their significant other.


 Tanatswa believed that he wouldn't have had to come to such a place if he had a girlfriend and probably wouldn't even do it for fear of being unfaithful, but seeing all the alpha males getting lap dances, fucking side hoes at the same time having a girlfriend or wife,  gave him a slight paradigm shift. Being a decent human being didn't matter; all he needed was power, fortune and luck! It became clear to him that he was competing in this world at a handicap and needed a boost. However nothing relieved him from his suffering.


A full year had passed and he was now destined to continue his existence at either his uncle's decrepit living hell hole or at the village to become a farm boy. Tanatswa no longer enjoyed drawing, programming, watching television or even waking up. He got interested for a while in music production, exhausting more than a 100 tutorials and even made a few decent bangers, but then after  some research he realized how cut throat it would be for him to even make it in that scene. At that point he was just throwing darts into the air and hoping that something would just stick. He was wasting time, caught in morbid thoughts and drowning himself in some doom and funeral metal to wallow in his misery. The music gig didn't work out, even the acting gig he tried bombed badly. Everything seemed hard and all he was good at was failing. 




Tanatswa sat on his bed and cursed, "Fuck the world, fuck it, fuck it all!" He looked at the ceiling and darted to the left side of his bed which had a pile of tissues that were covered in the semen of his 6 masturbation sessions. It dawned at him that he was nothing but a piece of shit human being and that he wanted to die.  After all he had done throughout his life he had decided that there was one thing he had to succeed at doing. Ending his life!

A young man struggles with unemployment, failed dreams and overall becoming a useless member in society and decides to kill himself. Upon seeking this method of death, he encounters a being from the alternative realm who gives him an option of starting his life over from scratch, from level 1 on his planet. This gives him the chance to finally carve out a path for himself that he could never do on earth.




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Chapter 246. Buying a building 
"Ren, what is this?"
Ren's mother said as she gaped at the luxurious building in front of her.
"Can't you see it's a building? Or I should say that it is our new home."
Ren said with a bright smile on his face but his words were enough to shock his parents.
His mother opened and closed her mouth like she wanted to say something but her words were not coming out of her mouth.
Standing in the back, his father was already shell shocked and his mind had already gone blank. 
The huge building in front of them was theirs!!
"Why are you so shocked? Your son is a big celebrity now. Buying a building or two isn't much for him. We can't live in our small house for a lifetime, right."
"I, I know that."
His mother said with a shuttering voice.
Ren hadn't told him about the building because he wanted to surprise them and his surprise had really shocked his parents. 
He had been thinking about buying a house for a long time but he was not able to find a suitable house for them online.
As he was making good money from dramas and advertisements, there was no need to hold back in spending it. 
A nice house was a desire of everyone and he wanted his parents to live a good retirement life.
In the end, Ren had asked Director Zhao for it and he had told him about a real estate agent who had then shown him around some places. 
After looking at some houses, Ren had finally settled on this building.
The building was fairly old but luxurious at the same time and it spanned a total of 2000 sq. meters. 
Ren had finalised on this building two months earlier, in October but due to work and other matters, it had been delayed. 
But a few days ago, Ren had finally signed the documents and this building was legally his now. 
"Let's go in."
Ren said and he and his parents went inside the building.
"Wow!! So beautiful. The flooring is made of marble."
"I have never seen such shiny wallpapers before. It looks expensive."
His parents once again gaped when they saw the interior of the building. They had never seen such a house before in their life.
It was almost like they were in some kind of fairy tale.
"Ren, can I touch things here?"
Ren laughed when he heard that. His mother was acting really timid, unlike her actual personality. 
"Why are you asking? It's our house anyway. We don't have to ask for permission here."
When his mother heard that, she began going around the house, checking everything.
The building was too big for them to explore in a short time. After exploring for sometime, his parents both looked at Ren.
"How much is the cost of the whole building?"
His father asked. 
"It was just 5 million dollars."
"5 million dollars….what?? 5 million!!?"
His father's expression was a sight to see when he heard the price of the building. He even choked on his saliva because of the shocking amount.
"Ren, this building is too expensive."
"It's fine. I'm earning lots of money currently and it's not like I spent all my money in it. I still have a lot of money in my account."
Ren's earning's mainly come from his movies, dramas and most importantly advertisements.
He was also planning to release a debut album soon, so his earnings would only increase in the future.
"But still, buying a whole building isn't necessary. It would be tough to maintain the whole building anyway."
"I would hire a maid. So, you don't have to worry about cleaning or cooking. You once wanted to open a cafe for your retirement plan, right? We can now open one downstairs."
Hearing all of that, his parents were not able to say much. Their son had already decided everything and they can see that he was doing it for them.
Honestly, Ren should have done this way earlier but it was really busy with his work.
It's only been 1 and a half years since «Secret spy» was released. Many things had happened since then and Ren was mostly busy in his projects. 
As his popularity was rising quickly, there was a need to stabilise it. So, he was neglecting his parents in all of this.
The most he had done was the trip to Los Angeles. 
'Drip!''Drip!'
Suddenly, his mother started crying.
"Dear, what happened?"
"Mother, are you ok?"
Ren also came close to her but she pushed him away, as he cleaned off the tears from her sleeves. 
Then, she said.
"No, I'm just too happy. Ren has grown so much and has made us proud."
"Yes, he had."
Ren just kept standing there without saying anything. He didn't feel like he could butt in the conversation. 
His mother would rarely cry and the last time she had cried was when they had gone to watch «Secret spy» together. 
More than his mother, his father's attitude surprised him.
Ren knows well that his father would rarely show his emotions but today, he was looking at Ren with a rare smile.
It was like he was not hiding himself. 
"Anyway, let's go eat outside today. I'm going to southern China tomorrow, so let's enjoy today."
Ren and the other cast members will board the flight tomorrow in the afternoon. The staff was already there for a week.
They were setting up everything before the cast cones there.
"Yes, let's go."
Ren and his parents have an enjoyable dinner after that. It was their most enjoyable dinner in a long while. 
* * *
"There's nothing nice to see on the internet these days."
A man was sitting in front of his computer in a dark room. The computer's screen was the only light source in the whole room.
He was browsing some video streaming sites but he was not able to find anything interesting. There was nothing interesting in the other websites too. 
The man was one of those people who will frequently read entertainment news. 
Reading about celebrities and idols fascinated him but for the last two days, there was only one news on every news portal.
{The youngest actress to win the best actress award- Xiao Rin and the heavenly king who won the best actor award for the first time- Xiao Yunhai.}
The news was of the Golden dragon movie awards and the winners who won the awards.
Although Xiao Yunhai had won the award for the first time, Xiao Rin was more trending than him in the SNS websites.
The tag of the youngest actress to win the best actress award was more tempting than a heavenly king winning the best actor award. 
That's why Xiao Rin's popularity was growing astronomically. 
"It's gotten old now."
Although it was a hot topic currently, the man was already bored of it. He wanted something more exciting. 
At that moment, he suddenly found a news that was climbing quickly in the real-time search rankings. 
{Heroes shed blood as supernatural powers clash with each other. The sword slashes upwards and the gods watch in shock. The ultimate battle of the throne now begins.}
The man quickly clicked on it and what he saw shocked him.
"Xin Ren's new drama is announced!!!"


Ren, he was someone with great talent in acting and singing but due to bad luck and some wrong choices, he was only able to become a third rate actor.

After dying in an accident, he noticed that he had returned to the past.

With the help of his talents and the knowledge of future, he started his journey to become the trendiest star of the century.

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"Brother Lin, who was that? Why do I feel that it isn't someone good?" Wu You Lan brought tea over. Thereafter, she stood behind Lin Fan and gave him a shoulder massage.
Lin Fan laughed, "If you all know that it is someone bad, then it's definitely someone bad. Ma Mu Feng of Qingzhou, also known as Ma Qingzhou, has requested me to treat his illness. How will that be possible? He has done so many bad things. If I were to help him, won't it just cause more inconvenience to others? It's better if I cut the call earlier."
"Ma Qingzhou." Wu Tian He was slightly distracted. Then, it seemed like he suddenly thought of something. "This person isn't one to mess with. In Qingzhou, he has a certain status. He could take both right and wrong. Back then, I helped an important figure to read his fortune, and I heard him say that they had originally intended to catch Ma Qingzhou in one swift operation, but there were people above who was protecting him."
"It seems like his guy has some skill." Lin Fan smiled as if he didn't care at all. Previously, he didn't care, but now, it seems that he doesn't even want to bother himself.
However, he really wanted to test this Ma Qingzhou. Being someone of justice, whenever he met with injustice, it would only be natural that he would want to solve the matter. He didn't have anything to do these days anyway, so messing with this guy won't be that big of a deal.
You can't say that this was looking for trouble when there isn't one in the first place. As someone of justice, even if the problem had no connection with oneself, he or she should still solve the matter.
Wu Tian He nodded his head, "Yes, take care of yourself. It's best you don't leave Shanghai. This person is very influential in Qingzhou, but he can't do much in Shanghai with that many pairs of eyes looking for him."
Lin Fan replied, "Don't worry. I can take care of myself."
Wu You Lan blindly worshipped, "I don't care anyways. All I know is that Brother Lin is awesome. This Ma Qingzhou wouldn't stand a chance against him."
Lin Fan patted Wu You Lan's hand. He couldn't help but laugh, "Only you are the smartest here."
Zhao Zhongyang, despite being a famous live-streaming anchor, didn't know what these two people were talking about.
"Elder Wu, we're now living in a harmonious society. How can such radicals still exist?"
Wu Tian He shook his head, "Young Zhao, our society isn't as simple as you think. There was a hierarchy in the past and so does the present. Ma Qingzhou isn't the only person in Qingzhou. Let's talk about somewhere further. In the entire country, except for Shanghai and the Capital, there are still many local tyrants. It is only that you have not experienced any of that, if not you would understand. It's only that Ma Qingzhou contacting Master Lin is rather unexpected."
"Enough, let's not talk about it anymore. Who cares about whatever Ma he is. It has nothing to do with me." Lin Fan said.
He switched on his phone. In the evening, he looked it up online,
He inputted "Ma Qingzhou".
There was indeed much news about him. This news weren't on the major websites, but rather, they were on the forums, as well as certain smaller websites.
The latest news was all at least a year old.
He didn't believe that such a presumptuous person would not cause problems. He's definitely suppressing the news.
After all, this b*stard was called "Ma Qingzhou". He must definitely be hiding in the shadows in Qingzhou. Not only would he have runners, but he would also have many supporters. There really isn't anyone there that dares to make a report.
"The brutal demolition of Qingzhou's old city, originally compensating 10,000 dollars per square meter, was forced by unscrupulous merchants to only 3,000 dollars."
 "Grief! Reports from somewhere away from the Capital says that many were brought back by the people of Ma Qingzhou overnight. After three months in the dark house, they suffered numerous beats."
 "Ma Qingzhou killed someone while drunk driving. To distort the truth, it was said that he was driving normally when the person ran onto the road. He paid money to resolve the matter."
...
Just by searching these up, it had really shocked Lin Fan. He never expected that this person would be so evil, so much so that there was simply no law.
As for those suffering injustice in Qingzhou, they had no platform to extend for help. Even if they were to attempt to make a report, they would be kidnapped in the streets and would have to suffer torture.
All these information was found in the smaller sections of the Internet and did not appear on the media, resulting in it not being able to catch the attention of others.
At the same time, Ma Qingzhou also had other identities.
Qingzhou's Top Ten Outstanding Entrepreneurs.
Qingzhou's Top Ten Philanthropists.
Etc.
Looking at these achievements, Lin Fan couldn't help but laugh. Wasn't this rather humiliating?
Such a person like him was still able to have such titles? It's really a joke.
However, since things were already like that, he couldn't let the other party go. He hated Ma Qingzhou. If he did, would he be able to live up to the 'Good Citizen Award' that hung on his wall?
He opened Weibo.
Something big has happened.
Lin Fan: "Ma Mu Feng of Qingzhou, also known as Ma Qingzhou, is sick and therefore requires treatment. Being someone capable of healing others, no matter if rich or poor, the doctor in me would not just sit by and do nothing. However, from what I know, Ma Qingzhou is a bad person. He has a deep history and has done many bad deeds. He is supported by a group of supporters and has run rampage in Qingzhou. As a result, he has been immediately rejected by me. For anyone else that knows anything more, please leave a message."
When this Weibo was sent out, it caused an instantaneous burst of responses.
Wu Tian He scrolled through Weibo, and with an expression of shock, he looked at Lin Fan.
"Master Lin, you…" Wu Tian He didn't know what to say. Normal people wouldn't know who this Ma Qingzhou was. However, he must have known that he was definitely a cruel person. Right now, Master Lin was provoking the other party, which was as good as digging his own grave!
Lin Fan laughed out loud, "It's nothing. I'm just making the first move. I want to see what Ma Qingzhou intends on doing."
Wu Tian He shook his head. He didn't know what else to say. He just took Lin Fan's word for it.
At least, as long as he was in Shanghai, nothing would happen.
Weibo exploded with activity.
"D*mn! Master Lin is back! How shocking!"
"Who is this Ma Qingzhou. He has such a big title. It's rather intense."
"Done many bad deeds. Has a long history. And has supporters. One look and you can tell this person is bad."
"I stand by Master Lin's point. If the other party is bad, then he definitely cannot help to treat his illness. Who knows how many others he can harm if his illness is treated."
"I am someone from Qingzhou. This Ma Qingzhou is the local tyrant here. Even the officials here have to give way to him. It can even be said that there's no law here. He has done many bad deeds but no one has dared to do anything!"
"A portion of my land was sold to him at a lower price because he sent men to torture me!"
"Something big happened in Qingzhou last time. This Ma Qingzhou beat someone to death in a company. The victim's family members wanted to bring this matter up, but he immediately sent people the catch these people. We don't even know what the situation is until today."
"This person is corrupted as hell. Many influential people are working in collaboration with him."
"When there was a campaign against illegal activities, many of them were shut down. Only his business continued to run. Who would believe that there isn't suspicious going on here?"
"This Ma Qingzhou is so powerful. Wouldn't Master Lin be afraid something might happen to him with him going head to head with this Ma Qingzhou?"
Lin Fan casually replied on Weibo, "Justice doesn't rest when fighting against evil."
Weibo exploded in activity again.
"666..., I'm satisfied."
"This is the Master Lin I admire!"
"I'm going to write down everything I know to let you guys see how bad of a person is Ma Qingzhou is!"
Lin Fan was now a big shot on Weibo. He had many followers all over the country. With just one Weibo sent out, he immediately caused such a big influence.
However, many still did not know who this Ma Qingzhou was and had no choice but to check him up online. They could still gather information from the smaller websites.
The information on the smaller websites was put up to redress the injustice. They put up their own experiences up on the forums, hoping that someone would take notice of it.
...


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

Upon hearing Shiroishi Kazuma's words, Ko Gohon's eyes instantly lit up and he anxiously said, "Uncle Kazuma, I've realized my mistakes. Quickly teach me, what do I have to do?!"
"Currently, the previous bet is already over. We'll just ignore it and not consider it any further." Shiroishi Kazuma slowly said, "So, now, we mainly have to focus on the online novel website.
"According to your bet with Hong Dali, the person with the most number of daily updated books two weeks later wins. If it's according to your idea to increase the flat fees of the authors at the novel website and find ghostwriters to increase the number of novels, all these can more or less be done, but it's still far from enough!
"In this day and age, channels are the king.
"Number one, get through all the possible channels of the novel website and liaise with our joint venture companies in Heavenly State. As long as they are enterprises related to the internet, they must all advertise on the novel website.
"Number two, liaise with the telecommunication companies in Heavenly State and get them to send messages to prompt people to read our novels!
"Number three, liaise with all the web portals in Heavenly State, including Weibo, and open all channels to read our novels.
"Number four, hold a free of charge reading day to attract those readers that are used to reading free of charge books.
"Number five, hype things up and expose our Feng Yun website's remunerations for our authors on all the websites related to novels!
"Number six, liaise with the TV stations to interview our authors and create more exposure for the website!" 
Upon hearing Shiroishi Kazuma's suggestions, Ko Gohon's face glowed as he firmly smacked his thigh. "Understood. I'll get these done right away!"
…
In the next few days, advertisements about Feng Yun website suddenly emerged everywhere. Advertisements for Feng Yun website were all over all the various websites in Heavenly State.
"Feng Yun website is the largest local reading base, free of charge reading and downloading of the novels. No pop-up ads, simple and clean webpage. Come to Feng Yun website to find good novels!"—Haoche Website. 
"Feng Yun website is an online novel website with no pop-up ads, providing the latest and best novels for all novel lovers. Come to Feng Yun website to read novels!"—Dream Paris.
"Feng Yun website provides you with various literature works with no advertisements to spoil your reading experience. It's a website which creates an elegant environment to read novels for all friends who are literature lovers, and the content includes various popular novels."—Guodian Online. 
…
On smartphones.
Countless people throughout Heavenly State had received messages about Feng Yun website's novels.
"We welcome you to the free of charge reading column, Feng Yun website provides all kinds of awesome and exciting novels." 
"[Urban] Personal Show: My Best Grade Missy."
"[Military Affairs] Special Operation of the Falcons: Special Force Number One." 
"[History] Great Waves Again in the Court: Big Fatuous Ruler."
"[Urban] Exceedingly Beautiful Superior: Pretty Tenant."
"[Fantasy] Wuzun Sword Slashes The Vault Of Heaven: Wudao Vault of Heaven."
Countless curious readers clicked on the advertisements, and after taking a few glances, they were satisfied with what they saw. "Mm, these book recommendations are not bad. It's quite good to kill time. This Feng Yun website is quite brilliant!"
Of course, there were those unimpressed as well. "Tsk, such a tacky way of promoting books. Now that there is the smartphone reading app produced by Young Master Hong Dali, who would still want to read these. Zhong Dian website is the king!"
…
On Xinhai Weibo—
Drunk and leaning on the fence of the pavilion, Meng Ziying Weibo Talent: "Feng Yun website's novel 'Yifan's trouble' is very well written. I like how Yifan bullies Shaowan, serves him right for bullying Xiaochao… Mm, amusing as usual, this work is quite good." 
Douban Doujiao Doubao Weibo Talent: "Feng Yun website's novels are quite good. I read novels there the whole day today. The books are not bad! Worth taking a look at them, I strongly recommend!
@Tangdou-like unlucky person: Feng Yun website is not bad, quickly gather and take a look @Dark Building Lonely Spirit 
@Dark Night Vigilante 
@Zuiyu Changwan_Shifu Calls Me Xiaowan @Muying Huange_Little Angel Of The Wolf Master 
@Fleeting Time At Finger Tips."
"Feng Yun website rises strongly, regarding the rise of online literature."—Soulang.
"Earth-shaking big scheme, about the counterattack of Feng Yun website."—Easy Net.
"Small online novel, big wealth! Feng Yun website's powerful rise!"—Dongfang Wealth.
"Read novels, go to Feng Yun website. Write novels, still go to Feng Yun website."—Tianjing's Plaza.
…
In the various readers' group chats.
"These two days, there are so many free books to read on Feng Yun website. I've discovered a few good ones."
"Really, then I'll go and take a look too."
"Of course it's true, it writes that the books are free of charge for a limited period of time!"
"Not bad, not bad. This website is doing pretty well!"
…
On the largest local online novel forum.
"Overwhelming amount of subscriptions! Feng Yun website with all kinds of awesomeness!"
"Zhong Dian or Feng Yun? A newbie feels that Feng Yun is still better!"
"Please help, a newcomer wanting to know whether it's better to go to Feng Yun or Zhong Dian? I personally feel that Feng Yun is better, I can earn quick money."
"Zhong Dian wants to defeat Feng Yun just by relying on a smartphone app, does Feng Yun know about this?"
…
At the TV station.
"Hello, hello, as a Great God-level author on Feng Yun website, may I know how much can your monthly earnings reach?"
"Earnings, this… Around 20 to 30 thousand per month is still fine."
"So much? Then you must be one of those people with the highest earnings on Feng Yun website, right?"
"No! How is it possible that my earnings are so high. My fingers are not nimble, so I type considerably slower. We have people who can type fast and are able to write 10 to 20 thousand words per day, and their remuneration is at least 50 thousand and above per month. There are even people earning 100 thousand!"
"So much?!"
"Yes, Feng Yun website's perks are very good."
…
In Tianjing City, the tallest television tower, in the top floor revolving restaurant.
"Young Master, Chief, the latest totaled reports of Feng Yun website are out!" The bodyguard was shivering with fear as he looked at Shiroishi Kazuma whose back was facing him and was standing in front of the window with his hands placed at his back. This time, he really saluted him. "According to the latest reports, currently, the site traffic of the website has already increased to 2.4 million and above for daily independent IPs. These two days, large batches of newcomers have started writing new books, and the number of updated books in three days have already reached 3,600 books!" 
"So fast!" Ko Gohon exclaimed, "Uncle Kazuma, your idea is really useful!"
"So-so." Shiroishi Kazuma's voice was very calm. "How many daily updated books does Zhong Dian website have now?"
"Chief," The bodyguard's expression and voice were filled with respect. "At the moment, there are approximately 4,500 newly updated books daily."
"Mm, we still lack 900 books." Shiroishi Kazuma said with satisfaction, "It's still within our control. If things continue progressing this way, probably in no time, we will be able to overtake Zhong Dian website. After all, the authors are after all the benefits and perks. As long as there is enough advertising, and the money is sufficient, it's not difficult to attract authors over."
Ko Gohon fully looked up to Shiroishi Kazuma now, as he anxiously asked, "Uncle Kazuma, then, do we continue like this? Why don't I get more ghostwriters to write more books? It's fine as long as it can surpass Hong Dali. I don't plan to earn much money from it."
Upon hearing Ko Gohon's words, Shiroishi Kazuma shook his head and slowly said, "No, if Hong Dali can earn money, why can't we?"
"Ah?" Ko Gohon said in surprise, "Uncle Kazuma, you're planning to… seriously run this Feng Yun website?"
"Yes." Shiroishi Kazuma nodded, yet he didn't continue talking about the novel website but instead looked out of the window, saying, "Young Master Gohon, look at the night view of Tianjing City. How beautiful is it? It's not lacking compared to Tokyo in our Jaban Empire, isn't it?" 
It was night right now. The night view of Tianjing City was extremely beautiful. Neon lights were flashing, and it was especially comfortable to stand from high up and look down, coupled with the gentle night breeze.
"It's very pretty." Ko Gohon agreed. "I haven't really noticed it previously."
"Yes, we haven't noticed it previously." Shiroishi Kazuma's voice was very calm, as he slowly stated, "It's the same for our Toyoda Conglomerate. As the top 16 in the world, the funds of our Toyoda Conglomerate are ample. You normally don't care about this, so you won't care about how much money you spend. You just feel that all the money is there for you to take it."
"I understand, Uncle Kazuma." Upon hearing this, Ko Gohon instantly understood what Shiroishi Kazuma meant.
Actually, he wasn't a stupid person. It was just that in the midst of fighting with Hong Dali, he had always been at the losing end, thus his conflicted mind.
Toyoda Conglomerate was indeed very rich. Just like the night view of Tianjing City, though it was pretty, one wouldn't notice it after looking at it for many times. But no matter how rich it was, after all, it had been built up bit by bit, and it didn't just drop down from the sky.
In that case, as long as they properly operated this Feng Yun website, then they could earn money. So why don't they do it properly and well?
"Uncle Kazuma, what should we do next?" Ko Gohon asked.
"Now since the popularity has already been increased, then next, we'll take in all the good ones and eliminate the bad ones." Shiroishi Kazuma slowly said, "Eliminate all those poor-quality books and get them to finish writing them as soon as possible. Secure those good-quality books and do your best in nurturing their authors. At the same time, slightly change the welfare benefits policy and slowly convert the severance method to giving out dividends. After the novel website has entered a stable phase of operation, it would then be a virtuous cycle." 
"Uncle Kazuma, you are brilliant!" Ko Gohon was elated. "Then, after the website has entered a virtuous cycle, we can earn quite a lot of money, right?"
"Yes." Shiroishi Kazuma smiled. "Don't belittle online novel websites. All the profits from the adaptations of films, online games, merchandises and so on are actually huge. I truly admire Hong Dali. The things started up by this lad truly have very big prospects!" 
"After hearing what Uncle Kazuma just said, I realized that this Hong Dali is very brilliant!" Now, Ko Gohon finally had to admit that Hong Dali was indeed brilliant. "I haven't thought about all this!"
Speaking up to this point, Ko Gohon recalled his bet with Hong Dali. "But Uncle Kazuma, my bet with Hong Dali…"
"Hehe, there's no hurry on that." Shiroishi Kazuma wasn't worried at all about the bet and insipidly said, "Since I've come, of course I have a way to help you win. Wait for a few more days, let's see first whether Hong Dali's side makes any moves."
Shiroishi Kazuma assured Ko Gohon, then instructed him, "Remember, leave your trump card for the last. Don't take them all out at once. Or else, what will you have left to fight him by then?"
"I understand!" This time, Ko Gohon was really convinced. "Thank you for your advice, Uncle Kazuma."


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


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