At Runningnovel, an editor in charge was sitting in front of the computer while rubbing his eyes tiredly from time to time.
"When will this type of shameless writer disappear from the surface of the planet? On the first day of publication, there are only 20,000 words, but he gifted himself a 10,000-dollar reward?"
This editor was currently on the page of "Battle Through the Paradise".
After seeing this book on the list, he was dumbfounded instantly. Whether it was from the title or the introduction, this thing did not seem to be a subject that could catch fire.
According to the style of the works on Runningnovel, the name of each book was very exquisite. Generally speaking, it was like "The Strongest Swordsman", "I Found a Tier 7 Cheat Book at the Beginning", "I Can Practice Martial Arts Even Lying Down", "My Sister is the Grandmaster", and so on.
Only with this kind of title that allowed readers to see the highlights of this book at a glance, and what the core content was about, would others click into it.
And the facts had proved that it was true. The best-selling list of the Runningnovel website was full of such content.
As for the synopsis or something, the protagonist must be written in a blast at the beginning.
For example:
1: After looking at the most difficult technique in the entire martial arts world for a while, he decided to choose it. Unexpectedly, in less than 20 days, he had become a master of power from an ordinary person! For Gang Richuan, a hidden genius, practicing any technique was common as eating and drinking.
2: Wang Liu suddenly arrived in the world of martial arts and inexplicably became a three-year-old genius child. To boot up his luck, he found a top-level secret book at the beginning.
He knew medical skills, knew the art of war, knew how to create strategy, knew martial arts, and knew everything.
3: When he woke up, he found that his master had been promoted to the Grandmaster.
In the beginning, he just wanted to work hard to be a big disciple, eat and wait to die. But then, he accidentally became a peerless expert under the care of his master, and finally stood on top of the world.
In the concept of synopsis, only these kinds of brief introductions were the version that the website should have.
"Look at the introduction of this book. This world is dominated by Fighting Spirit, there is no martial arts, no magic, only Fighting Spirit that has multiplied to the peak? What the hell is this Fighting Spirit? Also, according to this meaning, Fighting Spirit is multiplied? Battle Through the Paradise, does it mean that it is a novel that relies on some kind of awesome power to multiply wildly, and finally, pierce the sky and arrive at the paradise?"
He just wanted to complain and complain wildly at that!
However, after thinking of this, the editor's pupils shrank slightly, "Damn it, this shouldn't be a 'great spring book, right? If that's the case, the trouble will be big! I'll take a look and condemn it in advance..."
The Runningnovel website had always severely punished against 'spring book'. If the author under the editor's name wrote pornography, the editor would also be jointly and severally liable. He had been fined several times, and he did not want to be scammed again.
With that, he opened the first chapter.
"Hmm, what's this about? Why is it so different from the synopsis? Why is the protagonist trash at the beginning? Why are the side characters so strong?"
As he read through, he began to frown and mutter to himself from time to time. If not for fear of being deducted, he would definitely press the exit button on the spot.
"Huh…"
It was just that, as he got more and more involved, his expression, from displeasure and contempt at the beginning, slowly became serious. Then serious, and finally, his breathing began to increase.
One page!
Two pages!
Three pages!
"Whoa, this scene is so damn good. Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't bully the hero and deceive the poor! This Nalan bitch is too much! Slap her on the face, immediately use that old grandfather to beat her!"
The editor was so fascinated to the point that he couldn't help but yell excitedly.
Quickly, he clicked the mouse again, wanting to see the content of the next chapter.
"Sorry, this is the last chapter, please vote for the author to support him!"
As he saw this line of words, this editor instantly became unhappy, as if halfway through, the other party suddenly said, "Can it get up? If it doesn't work, I'm going to sleep!"
He felt that a foul breath was in his heart and it couldn't be sent out no matter what.
"Damn, why didn't this guy upload more? Only 20,000 characters were uploaded on the first day, are you a human or not? Can't you update more?"
He cursed fiercely.
However, after he finished scolding this sentence, he found that something was wrong again. Didn't he just complain about this book? Wasn't he looking for pornography? Wasn't he preparing to criticize the author?
The plot of this novel had nothing to do with his favorite martial arts at all. It was obviously a brand-new worldview and a brand-new setting, but why did it, for some reason, look so cool and so exciting?
Maybe, it was going to be a big fire?
Such an idea suddenly appeared. As a senior editor of Runningnovel, even though he was biased, he was still quite professional. He had read countless books, and his tastes were also very unique.
Although the title of the book "Battle Through the Paradise" was rubbish, the introduction was too low, the plot was so special. The more he read it, the more he wanted to see more. Was this book a drug? If not, how could it make people so obsessed with it?
"Maybe, this book can become a big hit! With its current style, it will usher in a new era of online writing."
The editor murmured, and at the same time opened the book review area. After all, to measure the quality of a book, in addition to the collection and recommendation votes, the most important thing was what other readers thought. The role of the book review area was very crucial for a book.
"Is this author poisoned? What kind of writing style is this? What the fuck is Dou Qi? Will there be Leg Qi and Horse Qi as well? Rubbish, I better go read other martial arts books! This book will be bombed out to the 'slump area' for sure!"
This was the most popular comment, with 188 likes and 53 replies under the comment.
If before, the editor might have agreed with this comment. But now, he thought this book friend was likely to be slapped in the face.
"What kind of junk book is this? Even a shit in it doesn't make sense! Someone even gave a reward? Damn!"
"Damn, this book is too rubbish."
"Junk book! With just the title alone, it makes me have a stomachache. I shouldn't be wasting my time here. There is something wrong with the person who rewarded it."
"It's great to have money, it can make me happy!"
"No way, I want to report it! It's too shameless!"
The first few book reviews, without exception, were all about cursing the author. However, when the editor continued to look, he gradually discovered that occasionally several other reviews appeared in the curse.
"Doesn't anyone find out that this book is really unique? The author's writing style is very cool! Author, please update it soon!"
"I'm kneeling to beg the author to update more!"
"Kill that woman! She must be killed!"
"My review can be summed up in one phrase, the Book of God!"
Of course, under these well-written book reviews, it was natural that some book friends scolded them as a tribute. The scolding was horrible, but after reading it, the editor's eyes were getting brighter.
"Those fans only read the introduction and the title of the book, but didn't read the content at all! This book really has the potential to become a big hit! Let's contact the author first to sign."
In the background of the website, the author only left a number.
After that, the editor added that number and sent a message.
"Here"
After he sent such a word, he leaned on the chair and waited patiently!
As the editor of Runningnovel, he naturally had a sense of pride. According to his usual habit, as long as he sent a word 'Here', the authors would see it, and they would definitely reply instantly.
However! One minute has passed, two minutes passed, and five minutes had passed. On the other side, there was no answer at all! 
...
When Yang Haodong sat in front of the computer in his office, he was also very dazed.
"How long have I just published the book, and someone has already rewarded me 10,000 dollars? If this continues, when some wealthy warriors see it, won't they reward me with various resources? This is a good opportunity to get rich."
After thinking of this, Yang Haodong immediately became motivated.
Clatter, clatter…
His two hands, ten fingers, combined with the concentration of a martial artist, his speed of typing became as fast as a missile. The sound of typing on the keyboard resembled the sound of rain in this office. As for the fact that the editor had just added him as a friend and sent him an "here", he ignored him.
"This kind of person is the most disgusting! What do you mean by 'here'? Do you think you're great just because you're an editor?"
Yang Haodong looked speechless!

After he crossed over, Yang Song thought that his life was a bit regretful.

He thought that after crossing over, with this system, he would soar into the heaven and enjoy the glory. But alas, even after so many years, there was no sign of activation at all.

This year, he was almost 100 years old.

Yang Song sighed gently, "It looks like I have no fate with this system in this life."

[Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully activating the Immortal Cultivation System.]

Hearing this prompt, Yang Song jumped up with a high spirit.

One year later, Yang Song couldn’t help but sigh, “Life’s really hard.” He was already over 100 years old but still had to cultivate immortality.

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Note: There is a slight LGBT scene in the early chapter, but farther away from that, there won’t be any of it anymore.

Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl


As the conversation started to steer in an unexpected direction, Seo Kwang felt a sense of crisis. On the other hand, Juho looked completely unfazed, drinking from the straw peacefully as if completely unaware of what he had just said. Feeling burdened by what he had just heard, Seo Kwang looked at Juho with narrowed eyes.

"Don't you do anything stupid after you're done with that manuscript!" 

"Stupid? Like what?" Juho scoffed asked nonchalantly. However, Seo Kwang remained serious.

"Whenever I see you, I get the feeling that you'll die early." 

"OK, that's just a-whole-nother level of trash talk." 

"It's not trash talk. It's a legitimate thought. You tend to rush things, you know." 

Seo Kwang had often felt like Juho wouldn't live as long as the others, something that caused him significant anxiety. Anything rushed tended to yield a similarly precarious emotional experience. Then, seeing that Juho had stopped talking, Seo Kwang rubbed his eyes and corrected himself in a hurry, "As in… like a dog." 

"A dog?" 

"You know, they grow really fast!" Seo Kwang said, feeling relief when Juho chuckled. Then, leaning back on his chair, Seo Kwang tossed the rice puff up into the air and caught it with his mouth. Glancing over at Juho, the translator said, "Well, since you've already committed to it, you might as well give it all you got." 

"What?" 

Then, Seo Kwang took the rice puff in his hand and crushed is, the snapping sound fading into the air. 

"It's already hard enough as is to wait." 

Given that the white book would be a collaboration between Wol Kang and Yun Woo, almost all of their fans would feel like Seo Kwang. Juho rubbed his chin. He was well aware of the expectations that would be put on him when he agreed to finish Wol's book. 

"You mean you can't wait to find out if I'll make a fool out of Wol Kang or not." 

"That's part of it," Seo Kwang said. Curiosity of that was bound to exist when taking up a task that had been left unfinished by another person. 

Massaging his shoulder, Juho replied, "I wonder if you'll be the first one to show up at my door to beat me up for doing Mr. Kang a disservice." 

"Me? Beat up Yun Woo? Nah, I doubt that. I'll just keep it at cursing you out." 

Juho imagined the disappointed look on his friend's face, something with which he was well acquainted. In his past life, Juho had learned for the first time that disappointing someone could hurt significantly more than getting beat up. 

"I gotta see him, no matter what," Juho murmured, resting his chin on his hand. Meanwhile, Seo Kwang stared at Juho with a slightly disconcerted look.

"Don't do anything extreme, my friend." 

Although it was better to stay alive, Wol Kang was still nowhere to be found. Juho remembered having heard about Wol from Yun Seo at one point. According to her, he had been incredibly stubborn and tended to do whatever he pleased. Apparently, he had also tended to be rather unpredictable, which meant that he would only show up when he felt like it. 

"Sigh..." 

Juho was tempted to draw him out somehow, but the young author's position didn't allow him to focus solely on Wol either. Between the late author and Juho, there existed a crow. 

"Is everything OK?" 

When Juho looked up, he saw his editor's shiny head. 

"It's nothing," Juho replied and asked, "How's the manuscript?" 

"I think we can keep it as is." 

Juho was paired up with a new editor, someone assigned by the editor-in-chief. Looking quite nervous, the new editor took the manuscript from the young author. Due to the nature of the work, most editors tended to be quite sociable. Those who weren't so tended to work hard to improve that aspect of themselves. The editor in front of the young author seemed to fall under the latter category. Staring at his balding head, Juho asked, "Are you hot?" 

"I'm sorry?" the editor asked, looking up, his face glistening. 

"You seem to be sweating a lot," Juho said. 

"Oh, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern." 

The new editor's attitude was somewhat rigid. Remembering the editor-in-chief, whom he had met at one point, Juho nodded. The editor-in-chief had been confident in the editor's skills, and Juho hadn't gotten a bad impression from the editor either. Besides, in Juho's mind, it was more interesting that there were editors as diverse as authors. 

"This part here..." 

"Yes?" Juho replied, looking at the spot his editor was pointing. It was the part where Juho had lost control of his emotions while writing. Then, placing the final draft next to the first draft, the editor started his explanation, rushing slightly to get the words out of his mouth.

"So, this book is definitely on the darker side of things." 

"You think so?" Juho asked, tilting his head. Although the young author hadn't intended for the novel to be heavy, he was also aware that it wasn't light-hearted either. 

Seeing the look on the young author's face, the editor added in a hurry, "Not that it's a bad thing. The struggle between the crow and the protagonist is completely justified." 

"Right," Juho replied calmly. 

Then, clearing his throat, the editor added, "It almost feels as though the two characters have dedicated their lives to fighting, but at the same time, it doesn't make you wonder if it's really necessary to fight that hard, which only happens because the narrator specified what the crow is to him. There's something very convincing about their struggle." 

Juho listened intently to his editor and his feedback. As far Juho could tell, the editor was speaking very cautiously. 

"But, things get a little less straightforward toward the end of the story." 

"Less straightforward… Right," Juho said, nodding in agreement. By then, the editor seemed to be much more at ease. 

"The crow becomes much too metaphysical toward the end, which, in turn, makes the narrator look like he's losing his mind. Of course, that isn't to say that it's wrong in any way! The narrator definitely has issues that he needs to deal with. Personally, I was hoping that the story would stay a bit more rational," the editor said, wiping the sweat off of his forehead with a handkerchief. 

"I understand. It's something we've already discussed," Juho said.

Just as he had said, the editor had suggested that the author take a slightly less ambiguous approach toward the end. Since Juho had been thinking something similar, the author had been able to take up his editor's suggestion. On the other hand, Juho tended to go overboard with the abstract, and Nam Kyung had often pointed that out to him. In actuality, it had been a habit that had come with age. As Juho grew older, his stamina also naturally diminished. Therefore, when he wrote, he left things ambiguous rather than being deliberate. The contrast was comparable to the difference between a sinking beer bottle and a professional swimmer diving into the water. Then, pushing the edited version toward the editor, Juho said, "So, I made some changes accordingly." 

"The ending is what makes this book what it is! You never fail to impress me, Mr. Woo," the editor said, holding the edited version of the manuscript in his hands with a bright smile. Having a feeble appearance to begin with, the smile on his face made him look even more innocent. 

Staring intently at his face, Juho said, "All thanks to you." At which point, the editor's cheeks flushed bright red. 

"Your writing never ceases to amaze me, Mr. Woo. It's truly an honor to be working with you," the editor said. Juho remembered hearing the same remark when they had first met. As they were being introduced to each other, the editor-in-chief had said, "He reads your books the most out of the entire editing department. Eventually, he'll follow in my footsteps as editor-in-chief." 

Back then, the editor had sweated profusely. Although appearing calm, the sweat had indicated to the young author that the editor had been trying as hard as he could to remain that way. 

"I've read 'The Crow.'" 

"Right." 

"I was... overwhelmed," the editor had said, covering his mouth. At which, Juho had chuckled awkwardly. Then, after explaining the strength and charm of the book bashfully, the editor had asked, "I assume that there are some changes you'd like to make?" 

From then on, the two had gotten into a heated debate, which had been very exhausting. It had been as if the editor had learned from the editor-in-chief himself. Because of that, Juho had found himself having no time to work on the white book. Having finished revising the manuscript for 'The Crow,' Juho let out a deep sigh. 'NOW, I can focus on Mr. Kang.' At that moment...

"So, are you planning on going back to Mr. Kang's manuscript?" the editor asked out of nowhere. However, Juho remained unfazed, as it wasn't entirely unusual for the editor to bring up that subject. The fact that Juho was working on Wol's unfinished book was already widespread news. As the young author nodded, the editor said, "Well, if you need any help, please don't hesitate to call me." 

"Actually, the chief asked me personally to show him the manuscript once it's finished," Juho replied with a smile.

Then, looking toward Juho with sincerity, the editor wiped the sweat off his upper lip and said bashfully, "I just don't have the guts to ask for a favor like that. So, are you planning on showing it to the chief?" 

"No. I haven't even started on it yet. I can't make any promises just yet." 

At that, as if the answer had left him wanting more, the editor rubbed the back of his neck and said, "Break a leg, Mr. Woo." 

With that, as Juho rose from his seat, the editor offered to give him a ride, which Juho accepted. Juho waited for his editor in the underground parking lot. As several cars went past him, Juho stood with his arms crossed, lost in thoughts about the white book. Then, noticing the moon in the still-blue sky, Juho stared at it dazedly. At that moment, a car came to an abrupt stop nearby. When Juho looked ahead, he saw somebody familiar getting out of the car in a hurry.

"Mr. Woo?" 

He was a reporter who had interviewed Juho at one point. Remembering getting bombarded with questions by him, Juho sensed trouble, sighing internally and thinking, 'Of all people…' 

"What brings you here?" 

"I'm here on work-related business," Juho replied briefly. Nevertheless, the reporter still seemed happy to see the young author. Naturally updating Juho on how his life had been, the reporter started to investigate. At which point, the author realized that it was too late to run. 

"That reminds me! I was shocked when I heard about Mr. Wol's unfinished book! I didn't even know such a thing existed." 

"Me neither," Juho said. Whenever he would take a step back, the reporter would follow him even closer. 

"When I heard that you were working on it, though, I just couldn't contain myself." 

"Thank you," Juho said, trying to be sparing with his words, waiting desperately for his editor's car to arrive. 

"Are you working on it right now?" 

"No, not yet." 

"Have you always been a fan of Wol Kang?" 

"How can one not be?" 

"Well, it's just that you've never mentioned his name before." 

Juho forced himself to answer the reporter, resisting the urge to sigh. However, the reporter didn't let up. 

"How was it staying with Mr. Lim? I've been very curious about that." 

"There's not much to be curious about. He invited me, and I went." 

"C' mon, Mr. Woo. Every reporter knows how Mr. Lim can be. He's notorious for not taking visitors." 

"I think you might be better off asking Mr. Lim himself," Juho said in an attempt to deflect the reporter's attention away from him. However, the reporter didn't budge, determined to focus on Juho. 

"How'd you feel when you were invited?" 

"... I was glad. Wait, is this an interview? In that case, I'd much rather meet in an official capacity." 

"Well, not necessarily. But, are you saying yes to a potential interview?" 

"Not necessarily. As you're already aware, I have work to do." 

"It'll be just a minute, Mr. Woo. I won't publish anything." 

"As it should be. Especially if you wanna interview me in the future," Juho said with a smile, and the reporter smiled as well, asking, "I assume that you've already read the book?" 

"Of course." 

Suddenly, the reporter asked desperately, "Could you please tell me what it's about? I'm a huge fan of Wol Kang. He was my hero growing up." 

With the corner of his mouth turned up, Juho replied, "I don't think so." 

At that moment, a car arrived, and Juho turned toward it. As Juho started walking toward it, he felt a hand clasp his shoulder, which was followed by a voice that said, "One last thing, Mr. Woo." 

"Yes?" 

"Isn't it a lot of pressure?" 

"What is?" Juho asked, playing coy, and the reporter clarified himself, "Finishing the job left behind by a dead author." 

Then, as if having caught on to the situation, the driver started to honk, which reverberated through the parking lot. Looking into the air for a brief moment, Juho replied, "Well, I had the urge to do it. What can I do?" 

With a brief goodbye, Juho got in the car and left. Meanwhile, standing in place, the reporter stared at where the author had been standing.

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.

The next day.
In the morning.
After Zhang Ye washed his face, he ate breakfast before returning to the study.
When the door closed, he opened up the game ring's inventory to retrieve the Lucky Medal and put it on. The Lucky Medal instantaneously shattered as a stream of white light shot out of it, rippling in all directions through the entire world.
The Lucky Medal had been activated.
Counting down: 57 hours.
Then Zhang Ye sat down in front of the computer and started waiting!
Sales!
Give me more sales!
All he wanted was that!
…
Meanwhile.
At crosstalk comedian Tang Dazhang's house.
Today, his wife and child were both at home.
His wife asked, "Old Tang, do you have any performances scheduled for today?"
Tang Dazhang was looking at the computer and smiling absentmindedly. He said, "No, hur hur."
"Why are you so happy?" his wife wondered.
Tang Dazhang chuckled and said, "The sales for Gone with the Wind are no longer moving. Several of the world's literary giants have finally appeared and are fighting him. They have already snatched away quite a bit of the market share, so his chances of getting the Nobel Prize are as good as gone."
His wife said in a speechless manner, "Your feud with him was so long ago."
Tang Dazhang rolled his eyes. "I'll be at odds with him my entire life! Hmph!"
His wife advised, "He's still bringing glory to the country. Besides, I've heard that this novel is pretty good. A few of my friends and colleagues are all reading it."
Tang Dazhang said anxiously, "Don't you dare buy it. I'll take it up with whoever does!"
His wife said, "I know, I know, I won't buy it."
Tang Dazhang harrumphed, "I won't let him gain any increase in his book sales, not even by a single copy!"
Ding dong. The doorbell rang. It was a courier.
His wife smiled and said, "The technical books our son ordered are here."
A large box of books that looked extremely heavy was delivered.
But when they opened it up, they were dumbfounded!
Gone with the Wind!
Gone with the Wind!
Gone with the Wind!
There were a total of 53 books inside, and all of them were Gone with the Wind!
Tang Dazhang spat out a mouthful of blood!
His son said in shock, "I, I didn't buy these!"
His wife was stunned. "Did they send it to the wrong address?"
His son hurriedly contacted the seller online. In the end, the seller turned out to be black-hearted. After haggling for a long time, they still refused to accept a return on the items!
Tang Dazhang was so furious at this!
No returns?
Over fifty copies of Gone with the Wind?
Do you fucking expect me to open a bookstore!
The enraged roar of Tang Dazhang rang out inside the house. "Zhang! Why the hell do you keep haunting me like this!"
…
Japan.
At a bookstore.
Seto Kyoko and her friends were out window shopping.
"Wow, Kyoko."
"Isn't this the English edition of Gone with the Wind?"
"Weren't you the editor for Zhang Ye's One Piece comic?"
"Do you want to buy a copy?"
When Kyoko heard this name, she shivered from head to toe. She said angrily, "Don't mention him. I've sworn that I would never read another work by this great eunuch! Let's go, let's go!" A moment later, someone in front bumped into her, pushing her into the bookshelf that Gone with the Wind was displayed on. It shook from the force, and a copy of Gone with the Wind slid into the bag that she was carrying, unnoticed.
After paying.
They returned to the office.
When Kyoko got back, she opened the bag and discovered the book in it.
"What?"
"When did I buy this?"
"Heavens, what's going on?"
She felt like she had seen a ghost and quickly threw the book aside.
But after thinking about it, she felt that since it had been bought, she couldn't let the money go to waste.
Kyoko clenched her teeth. Her English was pretty good, so she ended up flipping through a few pages. Once she did that, she found herself unable to stop as she got more and more fascinated by what she was reading.
It was time to start working again. The other editors gradually arrived back at the office as well.
"Ah, Kyoko, what are you doing?"
"N-Nothing."
"Why are you reading Zhang Ye's book?"
Kyoko almost burst into tears. "I don't know how I ended up buying it."
Many of the editors cast her a contemptuous glance before placing the things in their hands down. Some of them had bought boxed lunches back, while others went out to buy comic magazines to read. All of a sudden, a lot of people exclaimed in shock!
A female editor shouted, "Ah, why is there a copy of Gone with the Wind in my bag?"
A male editor said, "Damn, why do I have a copy too?"
Another female editor said, "Oh my God, I'm sure I bought a copy of Bangalore's new book. That bookstore employee is too unprofessional. How could he get me the wrong one?"
Everyone was dumbfounded!
It was as though they had all encountered a ghost!
…
America.
At a publishing company, the editors were currently holding a meeting.
The editor-in-chief said, "Let me say this: There isn't a need to promote Gone with the Wind any further. The momentum for this book has weakened, and besides, it was written by a Chinese guy. Our focus will still be on the sales of our own domestic books. Isn't that American writer vying for the Nobel Prize in Literature? There's no reason for our publishing house to not support it. Therefore, I want all aspects of our marketing and publicity efforts to focus on the American writer's book. We can attempt to sell a few of the Japanese and Indian writers' novels as well."
"Alright."
"Understood."
"I will arrange it right away."
Everyone responded positively.
Suddenly, an employee ran in and panted, "This is bad!"
The editor-in-chief kept a straight face. "What's the matter, Will?"
Will said in panic, "Our guys at the printers got it wrong!"
The editor-in-chief was startled. "Got what wrong?"
Will said in tears, "The novels scheduled for printing have been mistakenly printed as Gone with the Wind!"
"What?" The editor-in-chief shot to his feet. He said in a trembling voice, "How many copies were printed by mistake?"
Will did not dare tell him. "Um, uh—"
The editor-in-chief roared, "Speak!"
Will wiped his sweat away. "A million copies!"
The editors in the conference room nearly fell out of their chairs!
The editor-in-chief saw red!
A million copies?
A million copies were wrongly printed?
How many years would it take to sell all of that!
A female editor quickly asked, "So, Chief Editor, the direction of the marketing you wanted us to take, should we go ahead and implement it as you said? If there's nothing else, we'll get back to our work."
However, the editor-in-chief surprised the room. "Implement, my ass! I want all of the publicity and marketing efforts to fully focus on Gone with the Wind! Push it! Sell it! Put it on sale! Make sure to sell them all!"
"Ah?"
Everyone was horrified!
…
On this day.
The entire world was in chaos!
Some people returned home to find a copy of Gone with the Wind in their bags.
Some people placed orders online and realized that they had bought the wrong book after it was delivered.
Some publishing houses printed the wrong books and ended up approaching other publishing houses they had a better relationship with to help them share the burden so as to reduce their losses. As a result, the replies they got shocked them ever more: Eh, you guys mistakenly printed Gone with the Wind too?
Too?
Mistakenly printed it too?
What the fuck is going on?!
What the hell is this!
On this night, the entire world felt like they had encountered a paranormal event!
…
On the same day.
Gone with the Wind's sales figures broke records once again!
The sales of the novel had nearly come to a standstill under the assault of the other Nobel Prize nominees' works. 7.3 million. 7.4 million. The rate of sales crawled to a slow. It had lost the momentum it had at the beginning. But on this day, the sales of Gone with the Wind exploded again. It blew up so greatly that it chilled everyone in the world!
8 million copies!
9 million copies!
10 million copies!
It surpassed 10 million copies in sales!
Now, the population of the world was stunned!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

Matter, alchemy, elements, auras, powers that originate from the fruit of sin, the fruit that brought war and death, something similar to what happened with Adam and Eve ...

 Racconto:
 _No longer live in this suffering, live happily, in your own world_

 On earth:
 Saruzuke (the protagonist) finishes drawing on a canvas, it is seen that it is a manga canvas.

 Saruzuke, put that paper, in a folder, the folder was full of papers, papers that had manga drawings.
 Saruzuke leaves his house.
 He walks on foot to a place, and that place was: SHUEISHA.  (Manga publisher)

 He then he waits in a chair for someone.

 The editor-SARUZUKE !!!  Wow, you arrived very early ...-

 Saruzuke- I needed to do it, before my parents found out-

 The editor- I hope this time you exceed my expectations-

 Then, they came to an office, and Saruzuke gives her his folder ...

 The Editor- You are very quiet-

 Saruzuke- I'm just nervous, I won't fail one more time-

 The editor reads the one shot made by him (when the manga has not been published yet, it is called ONE SHOT)
 The editor finishes reading the one shot, so he looks at Saruzuke very seriously, until ...
 The Editor- BUT THAT ONE SHOT, THIS IS INCREDIBLE, THIS MUST BE PUBLISHED RIGHT NOW-

 Saruzuke now gets very happy, and says- I want this to be read, HOW GOOD YOU LIKED IT !!

 Until they celebrated together for this ...

 Saruzuke left the Editorial very happy, now he was very motivated, to get home ... -I won't tell my parents, until this manga is published in the magazine-

 _..._

 2 days after publication ...

 They call Saruzuke

 The Editor- SARUZUKEEEE !!  I called you, because you have been successful in the magazine-

 Saruzuke gets happy, and yells- DAD, MOM-
 He opens the door to his room, runs down the stairs, until his parents were standing at the living room table, and the father had the magazine in his hand ... They were angry.

 So Saruzuke, see that, and he feels very nervous ...

 Mom- WHAT !!!  WE TOLD YOU YOU WILL NEVER BE MANGAKA, AND WHAT DID YOU DO?  NOW YOU ARE GOING TO LIVE IN HELL, We told you that being Mangaka will make you suffer-

 Saruzuke- But, dad mom, I did it, because I like to draw and write ... At least--

 Saruzuke's dad interrupts- We don't need your answer, it's time for you to leave home ...
 Then Saruzuke shouted- BECAUSE THEY DON'T LET ME DO SOMETHING THAT WILL MAKE ME HAPPY, I DID THIS TO BE HAPPY, I'M NOT GOING TO WORK IN THE JOB YOU TELL ME, BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO, THAT'S NOT GOING TO BE HAPPY-

 _..._
 _No longer live in this suffering, live happily, in your own world_

 Then the surroundings changed, I mean, Saruzuke was not in his house ...
 He was in a castle, he was standing on the largest carpet in that castle ...

 Saruzuke- 👁️👁️😲 what happened ...-
 -I'm in a castle-

 Saruzuke sees that in front of him he finds a king on the throne

 King- Let's see, the time has come to meet a new one, in which you do not suffer anymore, do not continue to suffer in the hell that you lived on earth-

 Saruzuke- I ... Haaaa ... Pueeees ... I'm in an isekai !!! -

 Rey- haaaaa, as I explain you, you are in YOUR isekai, you are in the world that you wrote yourself-

 Saruzuke- 😳 !!!!  This world is the manga that I wrote for the shueisha-

 Rey- So, since you are in your own isekai, I don't have to explain anything to you, I just put you here, so that you stop suffering, now, explore your own world, be free, and do whatever you want-

 Saruzuke now looks around, and he couldn't believe what was happening, he said to himself- I'm in my own world !!!  This is not a dream?  What is this?  This IS A MIRACLEOOOOOOOOOO !!!! -

 Saruzuke now turns around, sees the exit of the castle, and asks the king- Really, can I get out of here?  😁-

 King- Hahahahaha, you are gross ... Well, NOOOO ...-

 Saruzuke- 😨 HAAAAAAA !!!

 Rey- HAAAJAJAJA, because you should go, I should give you one thing, and then you will explore the world-

 Saruzuke- Ah that's fine 😕-

 Rey- I GIVE YOU THIS GIFT IN MY PRESENCE, THE BOOK OF LIBERTY-

 Now Saruzuke has a book in his right hand ...

 Saruzuke checks the book, and then asks - What is this book about, and the pencil inside?

 Rey- This book is not written in your History, but, this book is for something, find out for yourself, and be free, now you can go-

 Saruzuke leaves looking at his book, opens the castle door

 And then he goes out of there, and you see a landscape of a desert, with an army of knights, kneeling with their swords, and when Saruzuke looks back, there was no castle in his presence ...

 Saruzuke now, began the first step from him, to his world, where matter, alchemy, elements and auras exist ...


 See you in the next chapter ✌️

 Author's Note: THANK YOU FOR READING THIS NOVEL !!!  I really wanted to write a story that I was planning for 2 years, this is an isekai I know, I know there are too many Isekais, but give this isekai a chance ... An isekai, which I hope will exceed your expectations ...

a boy has a story written in his notebook, and this story becomes his own isekai, since it is his story, he has the authority, to do anything with his story, well, but he has limits, because inside everything  , he has to deal with the rules set by the most powerful being in his own universe ...



 Clarifications:
 This story talks about religious issues, calm down, it depends on the religion you are, your belief will be respected ...

 Another thing, this story, also talks about abuse, so this story is made for 16-year-olds, they are warned, in case you are a sensitive person ...

Shouko quietly stared at the four-story building in front of her. A large and unique signboard was displayed on top of the building, spelling out Fumiko Literature City. The white building with most of its walls emblazoned with glass making its interior appeared spacious.
She was now currently standing in front of this building where she achieved her dreams.
"Young Madam, are you alright?"
Shouko broke out of her stupor. She turned around to look at one of the bodyguards assigned to escort her. She quickly shook her head and smiled, trying to disperse his worry.
"I'm going inside. You guys can just wait here," Shouko waved at them before she quickly walked toward the entrance.
Kyoya wouldn't be at ease if she went out alone so she compromised to have him place a small group of bodyguards with her. From five people, she settled with three. Adding with Old Takashi, there would be four people following her.
Shouko couldn't say a thing to refuse him when she thought of how scared he looked like whenever she was in danger. Still, she was grateful because most of the time the bodyguards would just watch her from behind instead of following her too closely.
"Shouko!"
Shouko was startled, she was in a daze for a moment when a woman in a professional suit ran toward her with a smile. When the woman finally stopped in front of her did she recognize it was her own editor.
"Editor Minagawa!" Shouko was flustered. "Did you wait for me outside?"
To have this woman suddenly appeared from the garden surrounding the building made her surprised. She had just called her when Old Takashi pulled over in front of the building. Did she deliberately wait for her here?
"The weather is nice so that's why," Editor Minagawa replied with an easy smile. "And, since I think you'd be nervous, it's better if we meet as soon as possible. How's your well-being?"
"Oh, I'm fine now," Shouko felt a bit distressed when she thought of her question. It seemed like she had worried quite a lot of people because of her condition. "I'm sorry for worrying you and... I just got the chance to see you now."
"It's good if you're healthy. Your health comes first," Editor Minagawa pointed to the entrance as she added, "Let's go inside. Actually, a lot of people want to meet you."
"What?"
Before Shouko could snap away from her shock, Editor Minagawa had pulled her along to enter the building. They had just stepped inside when tens of voices loudly cheered in front of them.
"Welcome back, Writer Shouko!"
Shouko was frozen stiff. Her mind went blank.
What was with this sudden display of celebration?
A group of people was clapping while smiling widely at her. It was obvious all of them were waiting for her which made Shouko more confused. Editor Minagawa playfully nudged at her, trying to get her attention.
"I know you'd be surprised but these guys were so persistent to come and greet you," The older woman gently tapped her arm, leading Shouko to slowly look at her. "We welcome you back, Writer Shouko."
Shouko pursed her lips, she finally got a gist of the situation.
These unfamiliar faces were the ones who were closed to her. Despite her not remembering them, they still came out to welcome her wholeheartedly. 
"This... I..." Shouko couldn't even say a word. She choked back a sob, her hands clenching the hem of her coat. "I'm sorry, I..."
"We're happy we could finally see you again," A young girl with a ponytail came with a small bouquet of rose. "I'm Anna, Editor Minagawa's assistant. Please take your time to familiarize yourself here."
Shouko blankly accepted the flowers. She was then introduced to the people there. There were the copy editors, literary agents and production editors who she used to work closely with.
"Don't pressure yourself to remember us," Hitomi, one of the copy editors said, "Just take it as you're getting to know us again."
"Thank you..." Aside from saying thanks, Shouko was at a loss of what to say. Fortunately, they didn't make it hard for her.
"Alright, all of you could go to lunch," Editor Minagawa clapped her hands, signaling them to disperse. "I'm going to bring Shouko upstairs."
"Alright~"
The group of people waved at Shouko before they left. Editor Minagawa invited her to her office. Shouko quietly followed the older woman as she occasionally sneaked glances at her surroundings. Since it was lunchtime, the building was quiet.
"I've ordered food for you, I hope you don't mind with what I've ordered," Editor Minagawa pushed open a door. A smile hooked on her lips. "Welcome back, Shouko."
Behind the door, a neat office in black and white interior greeted her sight. Shouko took a step inside, her eyes darted to the left and right looking at every inch of the office.
Somehow, she found this place faintly familiar.
"I must have been here many times before, right?" Shouko turned to look at Editor Minagawa who had walked toward a bookshelf.
"Yes, you're one of my loyal visitors," Editor Minagawa teased as she laughed. She took out a blue file from the bookshelf. "Please sit. I know you've many questions to ask me. Before that, take a look at this. Maybe some of your questions could be answered here."
"What is this?" Shouko accepted the file with both hands as Editor Minagawa handed it to her. She went to sit on the couch before flipping the file open.
"That's your photos as well as articles about you," Editor Minagawa sat opposite of Shouko. She poured a freshly brewed tea into a teacup and pushed it toward her. "You should see them for yourself."
Shouko looked at the first page. Her eyelashes fluttered once she saw herself in the photos.
She was reading a book to a group of children. The little ones were sitting in front of her with concentration and amazement in their beady eyes. Two little boys were clinging on the couch she sat at. Her eyes fell on the small signboard hung on the wall behind.
Aozora Children's Home. 
"That one was when you first published your book five years ago. We went to the orphanage for story-telling and playing games with the children," Editor Minagawa smiled as she recalled the memory. "The children were so happy. You were content too."
 Shouko chewed her lower lip, a hint of sadness tinged her heart. She remembered too well of this place.
This was where she first met Momo, the girl who inspired her writing her first book, Aiko and the Sea. While she modeled Aiko using Momo's image in her mind, unfortunately, the lovely girl didn't even know about it. 
She was gone too soon, to an unreachable place.
Shouko blinked back the tears from falling. She flipped to the next page. They were all the same with a few additions. Aside from story-telling to the children in orphanages, she was seen in book-signing sessions in kindergarten and elementary school too.
This time, the children were accompanied by their parents and teachers.
Shouko browsed through the file until she saw a small news article. The headline of the article mentioned a donation was made to a foundation for children in need. She raised her eyes to look at Editor Minagawa, clearly didn't understand why does this article was placed here. 
"You insisted on getting your first royalty donated to the foundation," Editor Minagawa slowly placed her teacup on the table. "You said to use our company's name instead of yours but I still put a record in the file."
"Oh... okay," Shouko muttered softly.
Afterward, all of the other contents were pretty much the same. Shouko was still marveled at the fact she was really photographed in these photos. So much thing had happened yet she still couldn't recall it even for a bit.
"En, who is this?"
"Who?" Editor Minagawa leaned forward, trying to get a better look at the photo pointed by Shouko.
"This one," Shouko pushed the file toward the woman. Her index finger landed on a corner of the photo.
Inside the photo, Shouko was doing a story-telling to a group of orphans. It was quite similar to the other photos she saw but her attention was directed toward a boy who was talking to her.
She was sitting on a couch with a book in her hands. The boy was facing her so his face wasn't captured in the photo.
When all of the orphans wore old clothes, only the boy dressed neatly in a navy blue shirt and black pants. He seemed so out of place with the other children.
"That... one of the children who joined the event," Editor Minagawa was a bit flustered yet she quickly recovered herself. She was surprised to realize she had almost caused a blunder.
"He must be one of the staff's children?" Shouko made a guess yet she couldn't tear her eyes away from the photo.
She saw herself smiling with pure tenderness and love to the young boy, something that was different from the happy and content smile she showed in the previous photos.
Why did I smile like that?
"Alright, let's eat!"
Her fingers slightly shook when Editor Minagawa suddenly stood up from the couch. She stared blankly at the woman, she was had yet to regain her senses.
Editor Minagawa smiled at her with a hint of guilty. "My bad, I was supposed to let you eat first otherwise the food would turn cold. Come, we could look at the file again after this."
"Oh, alright," Shouko nodded once.
She put the file down on the table. Her eyes lingered on the blue file for a second longer before she followed her editor outside the office, heading to the rest lounge for the employees.
There was a large pantry on a corner of the lounge. A big bowl with a lid was placed on the long table together with two boxes of food. Editor Minagawa opened the lid, letting the content inside the bowl spreading its delicious scent. 
"You've always loved the zosui[1] from the store across the street so I have them delivered some," Editor Minagawa placed a food box in front of Shouko who had just taken her seat. "I ordered tempura as well."
"Thank you," Shouko accepted the meal with a grateful smile. "Let's eat."
The rice soup was generously filled with bits of chicken, shiitake mushroom, carrots and fluffy eggs floating on the surface. She saw finely chop scallions and sesame seeds as well. Shouko carefully scooped some and savored the taste of the soup.
Her eyes brightened in an instant.
"It's delicious!"
Editor Minagawa laughed easily. "From the first time you tasted it, you've been ordering the same menu whenever we went there. You might not remember it but I think your taste bud should do."
Shouko chuckled softly while nodding her head. "Yes. This taste feels familiar."
As well as the boy in the photo.
[1] Japanese rice soup


[COMPLETED]

Her:

Throughout her life, she always felt like she was standing above the ocean. While nervously waiting for the ocean to swallow her whole, she still pushed herself to bravely dancing over the surface, enjoying her life.

It was not until one day when she woke up, she realized she had lost a portion of her life.

And then there was him. The one man who was patiently guiding her back to the shore even at the risk of drowning himself.

"You know, I am jealous of my past self because she experienced the love you gave her. I want to remember my feelings but... it's only void in my mind. What should I do?"


Him:

He has closed off his heart since he knew even his closest person could throw him away. 

He thought her appearance was just a trivial addition in his life. Little did he expect she could crack open the hard shell covering his heart.

For the first time, he chose to allow himself another chance to love and be loved by someone. But, he never thought to have his hope shattered once his existence was erased from her mind. 

Facing the new beginning, he vowed to make her be happier and loved. 

"No matter who you are, the past you or the one with me right now, I love every part of you. So, don't be afraid. I won't ever make you question your trust in me."

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My other books:
As Wind Blows Your Scent to Me [Ongoing]
Spring Blooms When I'm with You [Completed]

One chapter a day, estimated to be uploaded at 19:00 GM+8.



Speaking of social issues, the differences between China and Japan were fairly abundant. China was progressing very quickly, but its sense of social responsibility wasn't keeping up with their growing extravagance. No laws were put into effect to regulate such issues, and with the increasing number of dog owners, it only served to contribute to the problem.

However, many were starting to be conscious of the problem. Both young teenagers and seniors were now getting into the habit of picking up after their dog when out on walks. If every dog owner did their part, the world would become a better place.

Having dogs as pets was more troublesome than having cats because there was so much more to be worried about. When customers were unable to decide between a cat or dog, Zhang Zian always recommended cats because they're less bothersome.

Although it's said that one can never be too courteous, Masanori Suzuhara's courtesy was too much. She positioned herself as an inferior in order to show respect, which Zhang Zian wasn't accustomed to. Why was he suddenly the superior?

"I'm terribly sorry for taking your pictures without your consent and sending it to others."

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize. I give you my consent, okay?" Zhang Zian responded.

She bowed gratefully and said, "Thank you very much for being so generous! Pardon me for intruding, I shall take my leave now."

Zhang Zian waved. "Go on, you're going to catch a cold if you keep standing out here." 

Masanori Suzuhara lightly tugged her leash. "Snoopy, let's go."

Snoopy gave the inside of the pet store another affectionate look, before running off cheerfully.

Just as her figure disappeared at the end of the street, Lu Yiyun arrived. Wang Qian and Li Kun would arrive later, as they had a long day yesterday and went home late. 

Zhang Zian brought the broom with him as he headed back into the store. He decided to clean up the second floor and leave the first floor for when Wang Qian and Li Kun turned up. He always cleaned the second floor, more so after Pi appeared, he couldn't just let anyone go up to the second floor.

"Zhi zhi!"

Pi was still seated in front of the computer typing away. Hearing Zhang Zian, it turned around and grinned at him.

"Good morning, Pi!" Zhang Zian greeted Pi.

Mentally, Pi was better, but it still lost sleep whenever it was excited. At least now, it smiled from time to time.

"How's it going Pi? How many adds now?"

At this point, he was no longer worried about the question making Pi depressed.

Pi pointed at the screen.

"9,853? Just a little more until ten thousand!" Zhang Zian exclaimed, "Pi, you're going to have ten thousand readers soon!"

"Zhi zhi!" Pi leapt off the chair and did a few somersaults.

Zian could've never imagined Pi being so energetic. The Pi that used to be depressed because its novel wasn't doing well, was gone for good.

"Zhi zhi."

Zhang Zian had wanted to sweep the floor, but Pi stopped him from leaving. Pi pointed at the screen eagerly.

"Are you saying that you want me to watch the moment the adds reach ten thousand with you?" Zian guessed.

"Zhi zhi!" Pi nodded its head.

"Okay." Zhang Zian pulled over a chair and sat down.

Today was the last day of recommendations for the "Top Choices" category. Just as Zhang Zian expected, Pi easily made it through the first round of recommendations. If everything went as planned, Pi would get through the second and third round of recommendations.

"Ding, dong!"

A QQ alert suddenly rang out from Zhang Zian's phone. He tapped the notification to take a look. It was a message from the editor whose profile picture was of a small bald monk.

Editor: 120 reading lists, how did you do it?

Zhang Zian moved the phone away from Pi's view and replied truthfully: Went to the reading list and did some advertising.

Since the night he started advertising, 120 reading list owners added Pi's novel to their reading lists and recommended it to others. Even Zhang Zian, who had started this, was in shock, let alone the editor.
 
Editor: So the owners added your novel to their reading list?

Zhang Zian: Yes.

Zian wanted to correct him, to say that the novel wasn't his since Pi was the author, but there was no way he could explain everything. Yet, it felt like he was stealing the fruits of Pi's labor.

After a brief moment of silence, the editor replied: Keep it up!

Zhang Zian: Okay.

There were no more messages from the editor. Being an editor meant that he was in charge of a few hundred books, so they didn't have much time to chat, but Zhang Zian was still excited. From this moment on, Pi was no longer just a nobody.

"Zhi zhi." Pi shook Zhang Zian's arm and pointed towards a book review, urging him to take a look.

[Killed by a Sword]: We've created a Book Group, the group ID is 513717593. The group already has a number of members. To the author, come and join us!

"A book group?" Zhang Zian mumbled.

Quite a number of readers were asking if there was a Book Group, a space to allow readers who fancy the book to converse with one another. Zhang Zian always replied on Pi's behalf, telling them that there was no group. He also had no plans on creating a group as it was never clear if anyone would join. If they created a group and no one joined, that would be awkward.

"Zhi zhi?" Pi asked what a Book Group was.

Zian briefly explained and asked, "Pi, do you want to join a Book Group?"

There was neither consent nor dissent, Pi just stared blankly at the post.

Zhang Zian knew that Pi had always been lonely ever since it came to the pet store. He was unable to stay by Pi's side all the time, and the other elfins had things they liked to do. It wouldn't be right for him to ask them to sacrifice their time to keep Pi company. Everyone had their own likes and dislikes, they might not even have fun together. Zhang Zian had been trying his best to make time for Pi, but there's only so many hours in a day, it was never enough.

"Pi, why don't we join the group?" Zhang Zian, but Pi still refused to express an opinion, lowering its head.

Zhang Zian could guess what Pi was worried about. Previously in the book review section, readers had left offensive remarks because Pi was doing well and they questioned if Pi had used any immoral means. There were readers who skimmed through the book, then made derogatory remarks, believing that they found mistakes and plot holes. Pi was worried about what it should do if such people existed in the group?

"There's nothing to worry about Pi. You need to know that only a true fans would join the group. This person seems friendly and approachable, give it a try, if you don't like it you can quit. How about it? Just treat it like you're making new friends," Zhang Zian said carefully.

Pi dazed for a moment, turned to look at Zian. His mouth opened and closed, seeming to mouth the word "friend."


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

All four of the kings looked at the great ancestor with a solemn expression.
The king of Veolomid said in a grave tone, "Okay. I will accept peace with the humans. What are the concessions that we get and the concessions that we have to make?"
He did not know what the humans power was, but looking at the current circumstances added with the grand ancestors repeated pleas for them to make peace with the humans, they were definitely considerably powerful than them.
The grand ancestor said with a soft smile, "We will have to give considerable amount of concessions. I doubt they will give any."
The king of Veolomid asked with confusion, "Can't we just team up and go on war with them? I doubt they can defeat all four of the demon armies combined at a time."
The grand ancestor grimaced and growled, "The human king is extraordinary. I'm sure he can defeat us all."
Before the king of Veolomid could say something a loud explosion occurred, shocking them all as they looked at the direction that they heard the noise coming from.
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Author's Note :
This is the last and final chapter for the old version where Harry is too over powered and has no whatsoever difficulties facing him. From tomorrow onwards, I will start rewriting the book. As you know, I've already rewritten 60 chaps, in which Harry has to scheme more, and his character is more distinct. We also get to know his past and I will cover up all the plotholes. He also faces more difficulties.
So the next time a new chapter will be updated is when the book has been completely rewritten. No more long and pesky author notes and only story content.
For the last time, I beseech you to start reading from the start. It will not be good if I release a new chapter after rewriting all of the book and it is in a completely different storyline where Harry is still in Lyria and you comment, 'What the hell Author?! Harry is supposed to be in the second world right?!'
So, that's it for this version. Now Harry will have more difficulties, and he will also be extremely ruthless, cynic, scheming and most of all, power hungry.
He will do anything for power.
Also, the system will be much more humanized with a name and everything. I am sorry for the inconvenience I have caused for all you readers. But, on the bright side, the chapters you have unlocked will not get locked if I rewrite the chapter. So don't worry.
Join my discord server as I ping everyone there once I rewrite one chapter.
Yeah so that's all I have to say. Thanks for bearing with these irritating author notes. Don't worry, you won't see anymore of them.
Except except ones that explain what happens in the story of course.
Sigh… bye. I have to go pump out a few rewritten chapters. Rewritten is not just grammar edits. The storyline will be completely written differently from the start. If you still did not know that... [Speechless]
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The first free 59 chapters have officially been rewritten! Just read them already I say!
JUST REREAD FROM THE START! The story follows a different plotline this time and also has a different pace. SO JUST DO IT! [Shouts and growls madly like a beast]
Skip all this if you don't have time to read it.
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[Author sighs and says, "Editor - san, gimme some more ideas... what do I do?! I have got to somehow increase the word count. Like give me a good idea, won't you? All you do is complain all day about this and that. Gimme an idea and prove that your useful and not just a baggage who keeps remarking that the male lead is too cruel when this is supposed to be a story that has an 'anti hero mc' tag!"
The editor growled, "I don't complain unreasonably! Some of the things you add are so unreasonable! But I'll excuse that as this story is supposed to have an evil male lead. But now, you've taken it too far in the rewrite. I mean for goodness's sake, four children who are cannibals?! The leader of the holy church is evil?! I mean come on! You also told me that you plan to make most of the characters lay in the gray area!"
The author sighed and said, "I have no time for arguing over petty matters like these with you Editor - san. Just give me an idea to increase the word count. Nothing less, nothing more."
The Editor put his chin in his hand and entered deep thinking mode and says, "I have an idea, but isn't increasing the word count like this cheating the readers? And also, start appreciating your editor more. I'm doing this for free you know?"
Author sighs and says, "Of course not. I'll be writing the rewritten version too right? So they'll get double the content if they unlock this one chapter. The first one being the old version one and then the new one with cannibalism and all." 
He completely ignored what the editor said about appreciating him more.
Editor smiles and says, "Well that's more fair I guess. So, maybe you can add a long lengthy authors note that you remove when you write the rewritten version?"
Author smiles guilty, "Yes... that's the only way. I'll definitely remove it afterwards and give them quality stuff... I mean I'm forced to do this now because I have boards, [a very important test in India ] , and have to prepare for it while preparing for the monthly exams they keep... so I'm not really free till June 10th."
Editor whistles, "Damn. That's a long time from now."
"I know, but I have these monthly tests to prepare for, and like boards are considered like a divine test in India. There are students who suicide upon failing them and all.", the author says while sighing.]
Please read the story from the start again. I'm rewriting it. I assure you it'll be good (pats chest). Like I'm including stuff like a secret group of assassins for Harry, and all. I'm also thinking of including a function like scope of personality that will give him powers to examine all his citizens and kill those who are not loyal [Grins evilly and scarily.]
Gimme your Power Stones, please! I'm not getting many good features, and it may help if I enter the top 200. The 199th novel has like 380 Power stones, so gimme 400!
Lol, it's not like I'm asking it for free. You'll get 4 chapters on Sunday if you gimme those 400 Power stones. [Pleading expression].
Join my discord server for a lot of cool stuff, okay? Like you will get live chapter rewrite status, and I tend to talk about any new ground-breaking things about the story there, and, best of all, you can give me ideas for the story! Well, you can give it down in the comments too.
Anyway, take care all you readers. If you ever just need a shoulder to cry on about life, just DM [personal message] me in discord. I'll definitely listen to you as soon as I'm online in discord.
I stress this again, please read the story from the start once more. You'll have many surprises. If you just like the old version, then go to google and search, I Will Conquer The World.
The last time I checked, a piracy website was letting people read my first 59 free chapters, which were of the old version. Yeah also since I rewrote the first fifty nine chapters, you can just read them. If you like that version, then follow it, or just follow this old version. But I have to warn you, in that version, Robinson and Lauren are killed by Harry, three new characters are introduced, and Harry is much, much more scheming.
All in all, to wrap things up nicely for this chapter, thank you to all my readers. I appreciate your support and love you show to my book. Even your hate helps me improve. I admit, this is not the best book. But, I am trying my best to at least make it into a memorable experience for all you readers. I sincerely hope you read the book from the start again, as there are lots of surprises waiting to be discovered. Yeah so just read from the start you know? I don't have any more methods to tempt you to start the book again. So just read from the start, please. Please, read from the start. 
I've also started using a grammar app, and so the overall quality should improve, like small typos and grammar errors. It's been a lovely experience writing, and I want it to be a lovely experience for you readers to read my book.
Shoutout to ArashiTenebris for giving me more and more ideas for the book. You've been a great help while I rewrite my book.


Power. Isn't that the one thing which people need? With money comes power, and with power comes money.

Harry, a boy who was abused daily by his father when he was back in Earth, dies just when things were looking good for him. A new job, a new life away from his father, all vanish in a second.

He transmigrates into a medieval world, into the body of the once crown prince of Andestein who is in dire straits.

The crown prince of Andestein is banished to Lyria, the land of barbarians. The people of Lyria absolutely despise royalty.

How will Harry survive in Lyria? Will he really be able to control the people of Lyria? What is his fate? 

[Note : This novel has quite a few triggering scenes, please read only if you are okay with gore and traumatizing content.]

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Cover by satoruwada, link - https://www.deviantart.com/satoruwada/art/Throne-of-Rock-Town-621981281

Therefore, if the thread had to choose between Gu Jiu and his silly son, the thread's moderator would definitely choose his silly son.
Love does not seek to be vigorous and vigorous, but it seeks to be long-lasting and meaningful!
* 
This thread was posted in Xia Ling's circle of friends. When she read it, she felt that this reader was quite profound. A brainless love story, yet she could quote from the classics and tell so many truths about life.
The readers were all teenage girls, and Xia Ling was used to it.
Their life experiences were all pure and clean. Every time the male lead and female lead had any emotional troubles, the first ones who couldn't stand it were always these pure-loving girls.
Xia Ling didn't abuse the master, but she changed the male lead.
The child in he Tian's belly was Gu Jiu's, and he Tian was with her silly son. The silly son took over the Pan Xia, which was unclean in many people's hearts.
Those who abandoned the article didn't know how high the comments were.
Xia Ling was used to it.
She used the way of business to look at her current book writing. She was very open-minded about profits and losses.
At first, she wrote ten thousand words, but later on, she wrote eight thousand words a day and kept two thousand words in her hand.
Seeing a group of writers shouting and writing every day, but each of them started to write at the speed of life and death at night, Xia Ling silently saved 140,000 words of manuscript.
Her style of writing was still not quite the same as Hu lingling's, but she had a stronger view of the big picture, and the plot settings in her novels were more explosive.
The readers were never used to it. The number of readers who read her books regularly every day rose from 1,100 to 1,700 very quickly.
Xia Ling was very diligent. She was so diligent that the little sisters who fought and chatted with Hu lingling online could not help but ask her when they saw her high ranking in the code team every day.
Fu lingling, are you still human?
Hu lingling's pen name in the online literary circle was Fu lingling.
* 
The heavenly axiom always paid hard work and had enough manuscripts in hand. Xia Ling never felt empty when she received tips from readers. She did not know when it began, but no matter how many readers gave her, she was never emptied out.
Her monthly income went from ten thousand to twenty thousand, thirty thousand... ...
That day, the editor finally found her.
"Fu Lingling, your book update is very stable. Do you still have any manuscripts in storage? "
Xia Ling coolly took a screenshot of the number of manuscripts she had in storage and sent it to the editor. "Yes, one hundred and sixty thousand. "
One hundred and sixty thousand... ...
Seeing this shocking number, even the editor, who was used to storms, fell silent for a moment.
Through the screen, Xia Ling could not see the editor's expression, but this was probably a very satisfied expression?
The Editor: "Okay, there just happened to be a person who stopped updating before the entire channel. The editor-in-chief was angry and canceled her entire channel. You can take over tomorrow. After 0 PM, one hundred and sixty thousand will be updated together. There shouldn't be any problems, right? "
"okay, there shouldn't be any problems with me, " Xia Ling replied, just like a writing machine without any emotions.
"Okay. KEEP WORKING HARD! " The editor was used to writers putting on cute emojis to make their presence felt. Suddenly, he encountered such a person who didn't even use much punctuation and didn't talk much. The editor put on an emojis himself to liven up the atmosphere.
* 
That day, Xia Ling finished distributing the manuscript and sent it out for more than an hour.
She didn't care much after sending it out. After all, when it came to writing a book, she had to do her best and leave it to fate. Once the manuscript was sent out, the rest would depend on how much fans and money the book could attract.
She called Luo SI and the two of them went out for crayfish.
Xia Ling had been focusing on her writing career, and she could feel that Luo Si had been very busy recently.
The two of them would always talk about some interesting things in life. Since he didn't mention it, she didn't ask him too much.

Xia Ling wanted to run, but no matter where she went, she could always see the devil king with a gentle and malicious look in his eyes.
"Xia Xia, where are you running to? "

[1v1, sweeter than ever ]
"..."
Text: Yan Luo Bai, "fast wear, flirt: Plan to save the fallen boss"

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