Chapter 404 (1/2)

On the Hunt for Stop Gambling

Zhao Youyue was in a foul mood. Nothing had gone to plan. She now realized how vast the world truly was, and there was no end to the eccentricity of creators. They were capable of doing things that often exceeded the expectations of ordinary people.

For the first time, Zhao Youyue encountered a creator who had such a blatant disregard over her actions. She had put her back into causing a ripple in this world. However, “Stop Gambling” did not even bat an eyelid. He did not even welcome the “intoxicated” state that so many others could only dream of. Was this creator even here to write? Did he have a conscience?

Of course not!

If someone asked Sun Xian this: Why be a web novelist at all? He would drawl out something that went along the lines of this: “Well, I have so much time, I just had to do something to kill that time.” Who would have known that his writings would attract so many readers? All he did was to simply write a story about someone turning into a Pomeranian and act cute…

If creators who were pursuing fame and seeking fortune had been put in such a situation, they would surely rejoice. They would write their novels with renewed vigor and ensure that their readers would be satisfied. It was only normal for a professional writer to act as so.

All this enthusiasm, praise and support only made Sun Xian mildly pleasant. The fact that he was receiving so much support from his readers gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling, but nothing more. What else did they want?

Constant daily updates?

Not possible!

He wrote web novels just to kill time, not to torture himself. If he had to update his novel every day, when would he be able to rest?

He was devoid of aspirations, and filled to the brim with ideals of a leisurely life. He only lived to enjoy life to its fullest. Mahjong reigned over everything else all the other side jobs and inconveniences.

Even if inspiration forced itself upon him, he would never react to it like how other creators would. He would simply allow the inspiration to dissipate in an extremely wasteful manner and continue playing mahjong…

When he finally decided to kill time, he wrote them, according to his own ideas. He discarded all the inspiration aside. Why would he have to take the more interesting route?

He wanted nothing more than to ensure that his work remained as leisurely and carefree as him. Only this way, could he lay back in the process of creation…

This was his zone, his turf. Why stress himself out like other creators who were slaves to “deadlines” and stuff. Even editors would often transform into devils before the deadlines and drive their authors like slaves. The pressure and stress were just too much. Such pressure would undoubtedly affect the quality of their work.

Zhao Youyue had pulled the shortest straw ever. She had encountered an utterly useless excuse of a creator this time. She never imagined him to be such a person. She had assumed the fault to be hers. She had deliberately interacted with the male protagonist to get a share of his “screen time.” This probably made the creator very uncomfortable, and did not follow through with it

This was the first time Zhao Youyue had found her intervention completely blotted out by the creator. She may be discontented about it, but she could not deny how refreshing it was.

If she no longer felt optimistic about this story, she might have shut off every semblance of safeguarding and put her foot down. She could simply murder the protagonist and ruin the entire novel. That way, regardless of the creator writing these scenes out, she would be able to make her exit.