Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

He awkwardly adjusted his direction and bumped into something even harder, which felt a bit like plastic.

"Is it this one?"

he asked again.

"Okay, take it out."

The novelist lowered his head and said.

Liu Zheng used his tentacles to wrap around the thing and pulled it out along the collar.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a black keyboard.

"Give."

He handed the keyboard to the novelist.

"Ah."

The novelist responded softly, then pried two keys off the keyboard.

"Ctrl" and "C".

"Senior, my buttons are quite large, please bear with it."

she said softly.

"bring it on."

Liu Zheng closed his eyes.

The novelist smiled slightly, then swiftly slapped the "Ctrl" and "C" keys onto his forehead.

The black button, like a phantom, pierced through his skull.

Liu Zheng felt as if two red-hot irons were being inserted into his head, causing him unbearable pain.

Compared to this pain, the stinging sensation from the 'Ren' sword was not unbearable.

"Senior, which book do you want me to copy?"

The novelist's voice rang in his ears.

"Dragon Raja".

Liu Zhengqiang said, enduring the pain.

The reason he chose this book is that it has fewer words, he has read it more often, and he remembers the content more completely.

Secondly, the book's setting and structure are relatively simple, relying mainly on character design and writing style to win readers over, making it more suitable for novelists who start with short stories.

"Okay, senior."

The branding iron roamed through Liu Zheng's mind, burning him until he was drenched in sweat before finally finding its target.

The novelist made a grabbing motion from afar, and the "Ctrl" and "C" keys flew out of Liu Zheng's mind and landed in her hand.

She put the "Ctrl" and "C" keys back on the keyboard.

"Please put it back for me, senior."

The novelist said.

"it is good."

Liu Zheng put the keyboard back into her clothes.

This time, he didn't have any other thoughts; he was only focused on the pain.

"Go back and take a look first. But there are a few key points you should pay attention to when writing fan fiction for this book."

He said this while rubbing his temples.

"Senior, please tell me."

The novelist took out his phone and opened the notes app.

"First, after you've read it yourself, you might think the protagonist is too spineless and too much of a sycophant to that senior sister. But that's the essence of the book, so it's best not to change it."

"Second, if you don't want to limit your readers to females, don't write the main character and those male supporting characters as a couple."

"Third, don't decide on the female lead too quickly; let things develop a bit more."

Liu Zheng explained each point one by one.

"Okay, senior, I've got it."

The novelist nodded earnestly.

"However, senior."

She looked up at Liu Zheng, her voice low and somber.

Are you pulling me in a difficult position too?

"what?"

he asked doubtfully.

Just as the novelist was about to speak, the enormous bell rang again, silencing all the commotion in the arena.

"Chat time is over. Please return to your seats."

The black cat reappeared in the center of the square and addressed the crowd.

Although its voice was not loud, all the authors heard it clearly and then returned to their places.

The novelist gave Liu Zheng a resentful look, but ultimately remained silent and stood obediently at his feet.

"Now, I will draw the method for this competition on the spot."

The black cat beckoned with its paw, and two messengers quickly came out carrying a lottery box.

It reached its paw into the box and rummaged around for a while before pulling out a crumpled piece of paper.

"The format of this competition is a 300-word reversal contest."

The black cat unfolded the paper and read aloud what was written on it.

"Considering that there are some new friends attending this ball, I will explain the competition details in detail."

It glanced in Liu Zheng's direction.

"Write a short story within 300 words, excluding punctuation. The more plot twists, the higher the score."

"Of course, a complete structure and beautiful writing style are also within the scoring range. The novel with the highest overall score will be the champion of this competition."

"As for the judges for this competition, I, the cat, will be one of them. No objections, right?"

The black cat surveyed the entire room, and no one voiced any objection.

"Alright, the competition will last for half an hour. Please use your quill pens to write your stories in front of you. I will begin the judging process in half an hour."

As soon as it finished speaking, all the other quills except the platinum quill automatically floated into the air.

The authors present reacted differently; some immediately picked up quills and began writing, while others entered a state of conceptualization.

Novelists are those who simply pick up a quill pen and start writing.

Because she was originally a master author in the field of short stories, writing these kinds of plot twist stories was as easy as eating and drinking.

The novelist finished writing his entry for the competition in just ten minutes.

But when she turned to look at Liu Zheng, she found that he hadn't said a word.

"Senior, if you're not good at it, you don't have to write it."

The novelist, thinking he didn't know how to begin, whispered a suggestion.

This is a purely perk segment; there's no penalty for not being able to write it.

"No, I just had a brilliant idea, but three hundred words is too few. I'm worried I won't be able to write it down."

Liu Zheng said with a profound expression.

"Why don't you tell me? Maybe I can give you some immature advice."

The novelist said cautiously.

"No need, I've already made up my mind."

He shook his head, then grasped the quill pen with his tentacles and began to write furiously.

One by one, glowing characters appeared in the air, like 3D projections in a science fiction movie, or like jade slips for transmitting skills in a fantasy TV series.

The novelist looked curiously at the words, but all he saw was a jumble of gibberish.

She looked away dejectedly.

When she was too concerned, she forgot that participating authors could only see their own work.

Half an hour passed quickly, and Liu Zheng finished his work just before the deadline.

"time up."

The black cat waved its paws, and the glowing words converged before it like rivers flowing into the sea, while the quill pens returned to the authors.

"Hmm, the quality of the entries this time is very high. It seems I've drawn a good theme."

The black cat shook its head and said.

It read through thousands of entries in just a few minutes, but when it came to choosing the winning entry, it had a problem making a decision.

It took a full twenty minutes for it to finally make a decision.

With a sudden swipe of its paw, the black cat caused all the other glowing text to vanish into thin air, leaving only two works behind.

"Both works received the same overall score. This one wins because of its gorgeous writing and ingenious logical traps, while this one wins because of its novel ideas, strong textual impact, and dark humor."

"To ensure the fairness of the competition, I am displaying both articles for everyone to appreciate."

"The entry on the left was created by Ms. Hishishikibu, who has been working in the field of short stories for many years and has always been known for her beautiful writing and detailed descriptions. This work also reflects her writing characteristics very well."

As the black cat explained, it pointed with its paw.

The glowing text on the left immediately expanded rapidly, making it clearly visible to all the authors present.

Soon, a chorus of applause or other sounds rang out in the arena.

Clearly, this work won unanimous praise.

"Humph~"

Hishi Shikibu looked at the novelist smugly, her previous expression of frustration completely gone.

"Have you finished reading everything? Then I'll put it away."

The black cat stretched out its paw and grabbed, causing the swollen, glowing text to shrink back to its original size.

"The creator of the entry on the right is quite interesting. He is not a member of the Writers' Association, but a member's male companion, who now works in the takeout department of the Bloody Restaurant."

Upon hearing the name of the Bloody Restaurant, a commotion broke out in the arena.

Unless you're a platinum-level author, you'll still feel apprehensive about the forced delivery from Bloody Restaurant.

"Please take a good look at this food delivery worker's work."

The black cat did the same thing, and the glowing text on the right also grew to a gigantic size and appeared before everyone's eyes.

"At midnight, the mass grave was bathed in moonlight as white as frost."

"A boy covered in wounds knelt before a lonely grave, muttering to himself."

“Father, Mother, I have wiped out the Hai Sha Gang that tried to assassinate you, but the gang leader’s last counterattack before his death shattered my meridians, and my cultivation can no longer advance.”

"But I learned from the leader of the Hai Sha Gang that the real mastermind is Ye Liangchen, the city lord of Baiyunbian City."

"Ye Liangchen is very powerful. Even if I cultivate for another ten years, I would not be his match, let alone now that it is difficult to cultivate."

"But if I don't avenge you, wouldn't I be unworthy of being a son?"

"At this point, the young man forced himself to stand up, his gaze resolute and determined."

Chapter 224 It still has to be you humans.

"The boy used his finger as a sword to cut off a large chunk of flesh from his left arm, and blood flowed freely."