Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

The Five Virtues are indeed a powerful force, especially for those who rely on written language for a living, where their effects are particularly remarkable.

But the Five Virtues are also a curse; those who possess the Five Virtues will either be assimilated by the metropolis or swallowed up by it.

So, this deliveryman must have been living a very difficult life all along.

Thinking about this, the black cat no longer longed for the word "faith".

"As expected of the Metropolis."

Liu Zheng nodded and said nothing more.

He had to make all sorts of preparations to blow up a "Sunshine" pet shop, so this "Feather Pen" club was obviously much more high-class, and it also had the backing of the Writers Association.

He wouldn't abuse his kindness if he lacked the strength to do so.

It's impossible to actively target them, but of course, if it's convenient, Liu Zheng wouldn't mind causing some trouble for the "Feather Pen" club.

What if the food delivery happens to arrive here?

As everyone knows, food delivery disputes are a hallmark of Bloody Restaurant, something you can't help but experience.

"Alright, I'll proceed with the next steps now. Just let Ms. Hishishibu know if you need anything, and all expenses can be charged to my account."

"Well then, see you later, both of you."

The black cat took off its hat, gave a slight bow, and then threw the hat into the air.

Then, it disappeared along with the hat that had flown off.

Liu Zheng withdrew his gaze and looked at the novelist.

The latter was still watching the direction the hat had flown away, his eyes filled with disappointment and anticipation.

"what happened?"

He asked knowingly.

"Senior, will I become a great writer like it?"

The novelist asked, pursing his lips.

"Yes, you will become a writer even greater than it."

Liu Zheng said without hesitation.

"At least in my heart."

He thought of the character "信" (xin, meaning letter) on his stomach and added another sentence.

"Pfft~"

The novelist chuckled.

"You really are someone who can't lie."

She said softly.

"It's not impossible. You used to be so good at writing short stories, which means you have a solid foundation in writing. It's just that your thinking hasn't shifted to writing novels yet."

"Besides, didn't I give you that editing tip? That should be helpful, right?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Yes! It's a great help."

The novelist nodded vigorously.

"That's fine then. By the way, why do you insist on writing a long novel?"

he asked curiously.

“Only in the realms of poetry and novels can narrators emerge. I know that the path of poetry is definitely not viable, so I can only try novels.”

The novelist said.

She didn't say what a narrator is, nor did she explain why one should become a narrator.

But that's enough.

Liu Zheng didn't want to know more; he just needed to make sure the novelist wasn't just acting on a whim.

"If I provide you with the story outline and chapter outline, and you expand on it using your own words, is that feasible?"

He thought for a moment and said.

"No, senior."

The novelist shook his head.

"If I just want to be a Gold author, or a Platinum author, that's fine too."

"But if you want to be a storyteller, you can't use such methods."

She said.

"That's it"

"If you want to get started quickly, you could try writing fan fiction."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and then said.

"Fame?"

The novelist looked puzzled.

"Wait, is the development of your online literature still so primitive?"

he said helplessly.

The novelist looked ashamed.

"Fan fiction is a work created based on the original work. For example, the Fool. If you write a novel called 'Starting by beating up Amon, even the monocle can't save him' based on Amon and his monocle, then your novel is a fan fiction of Amon and his monocle."

Liu Zheng explained.

"I see."

The novelist suddenly realized.

She was aware of similar creative methods, but the Metropolitan Government had not yet summarized a specific term like "fan fiction".

"Fan fiction is much easier to write than original works because it has ready-made characters, plots, and storylines. For beginners like you who have sufficient writing skills but lack the thinking and aesthetic sense for long-form works, fan fiction is a good starting point. It's like a baby learning to walk and learning how to write a long-form work."

he continued.

"I see. But writing fanfiction in the metropolis might be a bit troublesome."

The novelist was initially delighted, but then said with distress.

"What's the problem? Do we have to share the profits with the original author?"

"If it were just about splitting the money, that would be fine. But when you're writing fanfiction, you have to share your words with the original author."

"If your goal is just to become a platinum author, then it doesn't matter much. But if you want to become a storyteller, you can't have this flaw. Because those words that have been distributed can't be taken back, even if you kill the original author."

The novelist spoke in a low voice, his words filled with murderous intent.

"I see. What if the original author doesn't want it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

Given the wealth and status of novelists, it's likely that some original authors could relinquish this right.

"No, that's the rule of the metropolis. Unless the original author refuses from the bottom of their heart, ordinary coercion and inducement won't work."

The novelist said.

She certainly had her methods for getting people to reject her from the bottom of their hearts, but those methods were all extreme.

It would be a loss to write a fanfiction and incur rejection from other members of the Writers' Association.

"Then copy mine."

Liu Zheng said decisively.

Chapter 223 Senior, you have to bear with me.

"what?"

The novelist tilted his head and stared blankly at him.

"Do you have any way to copy the novel from my head?"

Liu Zheng asked.

He definitely doesn't have the time to type out a novel that's several million words long.

"Yes, there is, but that would be very hurtful to you, senior."

The novelist hesitated.

"Will you die?"

"No, it's not that bad, it's just very painful."

The novelist shook his head.

"That doesn't matter, come on."

Liu Zheng spread his tentacles.

"Oh, now? There are so many people watching."

The novelist's cheeks flushed slightly.

"Get it done quickly, so it's finished sooner. Stop dawdling, let's get started."

He urged.

"Okay, alright. I'm coming in now, senior."

The novelist said.

"Hurry up, quick!"

"Senior, could you do me a favor?"

The novelist said hesitantly.

"What's the deal?"

"Help me get something from my clothes."

The novelist pointed to his large, flowing sleeves.

"Huh? How do I get it?"

Liu Zheng was stunned for a moment.

"You can touch it if you put your hand on my left chest."

The novelist said in a low voice.

"Is this appropriate?"

Now it was his turn to hesitate.

"Senior, you just told me not to dawdle, so why are you hesitating now?"

The novelist pouted.

"Ok."

Helpless, Liu Zheng stretched out his tentacles, pulled open her clothes, and reached down her neckline.

A warm sensation enveloped his tentacles, and soon he encountered something hard.

"Is it this one?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No, no, go a little higher."

The novelist's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Oh."