บท 2: I'll Mess With You
บรรณาธิการ: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Sure enough, there were all kinds of strange people in the world, and the online literary circle was no exception. Chen Yi felt that this Salted Fish editor might be the best among the editors, the strangest of them all.
He suppressed his emotions. Maybe Salted Fish was just joking with him.
He asked again, "No, brother, I think you're an honest person. Let's not joke around. I'm planning to join a new website to develop myself. How are the royalties split on your website?"
"I'm serious, my friend. There are no royalties on the Evil God website. Things like splitting royalties and money are too vulgar. It's not in line with the high-end development of this website."
If the website didn't give him money, then he would be working for free? Money was vulgar? If they didn't give him money, how was he going to survive?
There was nothing else to talk about. With this level, how could Salted Fish be an editor! He might as well just lie down and daydream!
Chen Yi's mouth was like a machine gun as he suddenly cursed a long string of words. In the end, he condensed the thousands of words he wanted to say and sent, "Bye-bye! Slightly smiling emoticon."
Then, he planned to blacklist Salted Fish and see if there were any other websites that could accommodate his fragile heart.
At this moment, Salted Fish replied, "Ah, friend, are you going offline? I haven't finished talking about the author benefits of our website."
Oh? There were author benefits?
"The Evil God website doesn't pay royalties. The author's benefits are incomparable to money. If your work is liked by everyone, widely welcomed, and meets the requirements, you can receive wish points. The wish points can be used to exchange for the skills, specialties, or character attributes of the protagonist in the book. So, if we were to compare the author benefits we offer and monetary compensation, wouldn't monetary compensation seem extremely vulgar?"
Not only was Chen Yi's mouth twitching, but his brain was also probably about to go crazy. Good heavens, although his failure was indeed very tragic, he was not naively stupid!
Even a three-year-old would not believe these words, right? He was serious about wanting to survive. This Salted Fish fellow was here to play with him, right?
Chen Yi sneered and typed on the keyboard, "That's really awesome! I'm really looking forward to it. I can't wait to start writing. Oh right, do you have any requirements? Do you need to review it?"
Salted Fish replied, "There's only one requirement. It must be an original work. The content is not restricted and there's no review, so you can write whatever you want. Moreover, the novel will be recommended to the readers right away."
So... he could do whatever he wanted?
Chen Yi smirked.
'You're cruel so don't blame me for being unrighteous!'
Not long after, Salted Fish sent a bunch of code, "This is the Evil God website. Friend, if you go in and publish your novel, you would become an author of the Evil God website."
Chen Yi replied 'okay okay', closed the conversation, and clicked on the link. It was really an author platform? It looked so terrible. There were only three lines of words on the interface.
"The Evil God welcomes you!
Author level: L 0
Please enter your pen name!"
The more he looked, the more fake it became. There were still websites that did not use their real names to register? It couldn't be some phishing website, right?
Although he thought so, he still wanted to try and play around with it. He entered his pen name, "I am Big Bird".
He clicked 'Confirm' and the page loaded. Then, a new interface popped up.
"Welcome author I Am Big Bird, to Evil God!"
Editor: Salted Fish
Level: L 0
Evaluation: None
Please update your work. Evil God wishes you happy writing!"
The other steps were similar to how normal websites operated.
However, Chen Yi did not create a new work right away. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the abandoned manuscript folder on his desktop.
He narrowed the interface and opened the folder. When he browsed through the "I Have A Golden Finger" document, he could not help but laugh.
He had written this a long time ago. He had also tried to write some erotica for that kind of website to earn money. However, it ended as soon as he started.
The main character was a Taoist priest. He had the Yin Yang Eye and an invincible index finger. He was simply amazing! San San the Taoist priest was ordered by his master to go down the mountain and help eliminate ghosts. He encountered all kinds of things along the way. While San San was dealing with them, he began to do all kinds of high-difficulty action moves!
Women, female demons, female spirits, and female zombies, he took turns to play around with all. His index finger, on the other hand, was indestructible and powerful. It could even be a high-speed small motor. It was simply loved and hated by the opposite sex.
'Have you ever experienced how a finger could be big and small, long and short, and moves at a high speed?'
Just like that, San San the Taoist priest created trouble along the way, embraced the opposite sex left and right, and finally became the ultimate 'boss'. Then, he brought a group of women and began to lead a promiscuous life. It was simply a perfect erotic work!
However, it was taken down not because it was incompatible with the erotic settings. Besides the erotica, the book also had all kinds of drama, violence, blood, and it was also hardcore. The protagonist was shameless and could be said to be the scum of the earth, the founder of the hooligans.
Almost all moral values were destroyed in the novel. Everything was smooth sailing for San San the Taoist priest. If he didn't do it, he would take it by force. The setting was also somewhat inhumane. The editor of the erotica website directly blacklisted Chen Yi after reading through his novel.
However, this novel was indeed too perverted, and even Chen Yi himself couldn't quite accept it. Now... it seemed to have a new use.
Of course, Chen Yi still planned to modify it a little and refine the storyline, so that the content would continue to develop to the level of h*ll.
The novel had 70,000 to 80,000 words, and with Chen Yi's typing speed of around 10,000 words per hour, it was polished to 110,000 words in less than four hours.
Looking at the upgraded version of "I Have A Golden Finger", he couldn't help but laugh.
The current hellish forbidden text which was swiftly completed had no concept of moral values, was copied and pasted by him. After clicking 'Create New Book' on the website, he directly pasted what he had written and published it.
By the time he finished all of this, it was already midnight. Chen Yi narrowed his eyes. "Id*ot, do you think I'm someone you can fool? Just see how I'll mess with you!"
Recently, the online literature circle had requested websites to clean up their content and would even severely punish the ones that did not comply. They had refused to allow pornographic, violent, bloody, and other vulgar web content to appear on websites.
As long as someone reported it, the Evil God website would definitely be banned and taken down, and that halfwit editor would also lose his job.
That's right, this was his goal!
As he thought of this, Chen Yi was in a great mood.
He did not dislike editors poaching people for their own benefit. He was just indignant at the act of deceiving authors and belittling their intelligence.
'We are all workers, why do you have to act like you are superior to others and trample on other people's self-esteem?'
"Just wait and see your crappy website eat sh*t! I'll mess you up in no time!"
Chen Yi yawned, turned off the computer, quickly washed up, and climbed back into bed to sleep.
When he woke up again the next day, it was already noon. Chen Yi yawned in a daze, and as usual, he dragged his sleepy head to the bathroom to take a shower.
The sound of water splashing could be heard. Chen Yi, who was under the showerhead, washed his hair casually and began to rub his body. As he took a shower, he couldn't help but think.
How should he improve his book? Or should he write another book? Then what type of new book should he write?
Chen Yi had been in the industry for three years. Although he didn't achieve much, he could write almost any type of book.
So now, it wasn't about whether he could write it or not, but whether he could make money from what he wrote.
If he couldn't earn any money from it, why would he waste his time writing about it then?
Money! Why was it that he had such great aspirations to soar to the skies and yet still had problems with money?
The most profitable ones now were fantasy and stories set in the city. Should he write a story taking place in a city then? However, the probability of him failing was almost 100%!
The more Chen Yi thought about it, the more frustrated he felt. His hands continued to rub his body, and water flowed down. When his fingers touched his p*nis, his fingers could not help but start to move.
No, Chen Yi immediately came back to his senses. He clearly did not have the desire, but why...
Wait a minute! He immediately stared at his aroused p*nis and fingers that were moving uncontrollably in that particular area... F*ck!
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