Chapter 22 (2/2)

The topic between authors naturally revolved around writing.

However, compared to Fang Yuan, who had already made a name for himself, the two of them did not have any outstanding works at the moment, so it felt like they were just consoling themselves.

However, as long as they were brave enough to chase after their dreams, they would achieve it.

Fang Yuan also said a few encouraging words.

He then asked casually, “Speaking of which, I haven’t asked for your names yet. How should I address you?”

The geek pointed at himself and said, “My name is Stephen King. Mr. Fang Yuan, you can call me Stephen. Anyway, I’ve already set a path for myself and hope to be the best author in the horror genre. I’d love to get any advice from you if you don’t mind.”

“As for this sad young man…”

Stephen King pointed at the old-school gentleman beside him and said, “He’s Neil Gaiman, so you can call him Neil. He used to write a lot of fantasy novels, but the results weren’t great. Recently, I’ve been advising him to try out horror novels.”

Seeing Fang Yuan’s gaze, Stephen King immediately added, “You may not have heard of us, but we’ll certainly make a name for ourselves in the literary world!”

Stephen King?

Neil Gaiman?

Of course, Fang Yuan had heard of them!

In his previous life, Stephen King was the undisputed King of American horror novels!

Neil Gaiman was not inferior either. He was one of the top fantasy authors. His novel, “American Gods”, shocked the literary world.

His works won the Hugo Awards, Nebula Awards, Orbit Awards, and many others.

In this world, they were still at the bottom of the bunch?

Thinking about it, that seemed reasonable because only a few gained fame with just one book.

Countless literary idols who were looked up to by people in later generations all had a period of struggle.

“The two of you must persevere,” Fang Yuan said seriously, “Stephen, your work will definitely shine in the world of horror novels. As for you, Neil, I suggest you keep on writing fantasy novels. One day, you’ll surely have a breakthrough.”

Fang Yuan, as the author of “The Coiling Dragon”, said his words of encouragement to the two “new” authors.

There was no doubt that they did feel encouraged.

Stephen King said, “Thank you, Fang Yuan. Thanks for saying that.”

Neil Gaiman held back his tears. He had worked too hard on this path for too long, but he had repeatedly hit a wall. He had reached the point where he could no longer support himself. However, his favorite author just told him that he would see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Neil was even in disbelief. “Really…Really?”

Fang Yuan patted his shoulder. “It’s nothing surprising. You just need a few more twists and turns.”

[ Ding! Your reputation in Neil Gaiman’s heart has reached ‘Reverence Level’. ]

[ In the future, reputation points earned by Neil Gaiman’s works will be counted to the host by a certain percentage. ]