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Chapter 221 - 216 Deserted Mountain Night (Part 1)

Chapter 221: Chapter 216 Deserted Mountain Night (Part 1)

For Lu Qiou, his life was one of wandering, lost in barren mountain ranges.

There was no sun here, so none of the beauty born of the sun ever appeared. Besides barrenness, there were only people and more people.

The desolate mountains overlapped endlessly, never revealing their end.

Or maybe... one could say the end was visible at a single glance.

For he knew, no matter how far he traveled, what lay beyond the desolate mountains was still desolation, just barren wasteland.

In such a place devoid of anything, to survive meant, other than consuming oneself, there was only the option to consume others.

Although he didn’t know why he was born, Lu Qiou had survived.

He lived aimlessly, until... that moment.

...

Regarding his childhood, Lu Qiou could barely remember anything, but there was one memory he would never forget.

Because that memory determined his life’s path.

The start of that memory was when the still-young Lu Qiou was deeply shaken by a story.

He couldn’t quite remember why he encountered that story, but that didn’t matter.

What mattered was the shock and emotion that remained in Lu Qiou’s heart at that moment, making him make a decision about life itself.

He, too, wanted to create works that could impact and move others.

But this decision of Lu Qiou met with fierce opposition from his father.

"What use are such things? Can they make money?" his father asked.

Lu Qiou was distressed by his father’s arrogance and ignorance, for without his father’s financial support, he couldn’t even attend school.

However, the only rebellion he could perform at the time was to accompany his devout mother to Church and sincerely beg God to respond to his wish.

Subsequently, God truly heard Lu Qiou’s wish.

Soon after, Lu Qiou’s father met with an accident and died.

Lu Qiou was extremely happy about his father’s death.

But at the same time, Lu Qiou realized something.

His father had died, and he should not have been so happy, but rather he should have felt sadness.

Yet, this feeling of joy was not false.

From this, Lu Qiou understood that his nature was something difficult for society to accept, a so-called evil person.

This society would not accept someone like him, only those who are beneficial and kind.

Thus, to survive, Lu Qiou had to wrap himself in kindness, bury his own nature, and do his utmost to please his mother and everyone around him.

Lu Qiou’s efforts were rewarded, and with his mother’s agreement, he was finally able to attend school.

Lu Qiou did not waste this hard-won opportunity, studying intensely every day until he was forced to sleep late at night.

At the same time, he did not neglect his interactions with others, because he knew that connections were paramount above all else.

This was the lesson his kind-hearted, deceased father had taught him.

In this way, Lu Qiou entered a prestigious school, met respected friends, and with the help of all these connections, finally debuted as a writer.

However, his first attempt ended in failure.

No matter how he promoted, those who did not want to buy his work simply did not want to.

Lu Qiou’s failure made him realize that to have his works more widely accepted, he could not just create for himself but had to be more concerned about the needs of others.

Therefore, Lu Qiou’s second work was not as dismal as the first.

Though it could not be called a success yet, Lu Qiou had already changed.

Lu Qiou knew he was not a genius, so he did not aspire to reach the heavens in one step. Being able to progress steadily step by step, he was already satisfied.

Years later, Lu Qiou finally became a well-known author both inside and outside the industry.

Those at the upper echelons of the industry were well-served by him; meanwhile, he was continuously nurturing new talent, painstakingly guiding them and selflessly helping every impoverished creator.

The evaluations of him inside and outside the industry were extremely high. He was revered and loved by people, so how could he not succeed?

Of course, because this was precisely the disguise he used to protect himself.

As the saying goes: "Because it is not sincere, the words are particularly pleasing!"

But Lu Qiou was still not satisfied, as all these years he had been creating for others, accumulating popularity through shrewd and base means.

Lu Qiou understood that his works were completely replaceable, just mediocre if stripped of facades and pleasing writing tricks, he would accomplish nothing.

He badly desired to create a work for himself, to craft a work that could only be produced by him and receive widespread recognition, impacting and moving others.

This was the purpose of him choosing this path in life and striving so hard for it.

But Lu Qiou was very aware of what kind of person he was; he knew his work and the messages he wanted to convey might not be accepted by the mainstream, by the masses, and might even destroy the reputation he had maintained for so long.

So, Lu Qiou was always troubled, always bewildered.

It was then that he met Feister.

To be precise, it was Feister’s work.

When Lu Qiou was invited to be a judge at a competition for newcomers, a piece of work struck him like a bolt of lightning to his brain.