Chapter 33 - Chapter 33: Chapter 33 Should I Report It to the Police? (1/2)

Chapter 33: Chapter 33 Should I Report It to the Police?

‘I am an assassin.’

‘Some call me the king of the dark night, while others call me the grim reaper of the human world.’

‘But, no one has ever seen me.’

‘Because anyone who has seen me is dead.’

‘To kill is to indulge in quick vengeance.’

‘It can stop injustice, and it can administer justice.’

‘But what after the kill?’

‘Does one obtain redemption of the soul, or sink into the bitter sea, unable to find peace?’

‘I will tell you with my own experiences what one should do after killing, and what can happen.’

‘In the end, I will advise you.’

‘Give yourself up, the police are everywhere outside.’

‘…’

At first glance at this small portion of the beginning, Mingyue’s brows furrowed, “Another first-person narrative?”

‘Swindler’ was also written in the first person.

Youyou pursed her lips, “Right.”

In novels, most are written in the third person, first-person is used less.

This is even more so in web novels.

Because it’s too difficult to write a good story in the first person.

A limited perspective means readers can only see what the protagonist sees, hears, and feels, unable to know things beyond the protagonist’s senses, which can easily lead to numerous story loopholes, and so on, too many to list.

If an unsuccessful author submits a work, and Mingyue sees it’s a first-person narrative, it will trigger a ‘100% rejection’ response.

“Give him a chance.”

Mingyue couldn’t help but laugh, after all, this was ‘Heroes List’s champion.’

The champion of the Langya List is the handsome gentleman of Jiangzuo.

The champion of the Heroes List is the failed Mr. Lin.

They are both talents of their generation and have bright futures ahead of them.

Youyou and Mingyue continued reading.

‘The first time I personally destroyed a life was when I was nine years old.’

‘I tied its limbs, took a sharp knife, and slashed at its throat.’

‘I even used a bowl to catch its fresh blood.’

‘It struggled, but I was so strong that I forced it into boiling water, completely stripping it of its power.’

‘I was merciless, with no intention of letting it go; I chopped it up into pieces.’

‘In the end…’

‘I tasted a delight like never before.’

‘Because the chicken soup was delicious.’

Youyou pursed her lips, her exquisitely carved face brightened with a brilliant smile, “Is Lin Chuan writing a lighthearted assassin novel?”

Mingyue picked up her coffee and took a sip.

Then, she pondered for a moment, “This twist is indeed aptly executed, portraying the butchering of a chicken in such a gruesome way that one immerses themselves in it, building a tension and horror, and then revealing that it was just chicken-killing, it can indeed bring a smile to one’s face.”

Youyou murmured, “Immersion…”

Mingyue smiled and said, “I kind of understand why he chose to use a first-person narrative.”

“Why?” Youyou asked.

“First-person narrative, while not flawless, does have its strengths, the most significant being the strong sense of immersion,” Mingyue explained.

Youyou nodded, “Right, Lin Chuan uses the first person to create a strong sense of immersion, making the effect of the reveal at the end as impactful as possible.”

The editor-in-chief Mingyue looked at the title of Lin Chuan’s book again.

This Assassin Is Too Professional.

She rarely praised anything and remarked, “If he’s writing with the ‘twist + light-hearted’ tag, it’s not without merit.”

“You seldom praise the beginning of a piece,” Youyou laughed.

Mingyue’s lips curved upwards, “That’s because I haven’t come across a good one.”

The two exchanged smiles.

But their smiles soon froze on their faces.

Their expressions were somewhat similar, brows tightly knit, carrying an indescribable gloom as if dark, heavy clouds were pressing down upon them, their visages heavy.