The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 222 - 221 Senior, mine is very DA, bear with it a bit

Chapter 222: Chapter 221 Senior, mine is very DA, bear with it a bit

"Ah?"

The novelist cocked his head, staring blankly at him.

"Do you have any way to copy the novel in my brain?"

Liu Zheng asked.

A long novel of several million characters would take too much time for him to type out.

"There is a way, but it would cause great harm to you, senior."

The novelist hesitated.

"Will it kill me?"

"No, it won’t kill you, just cause a lot of pain."

The novelist shook his head.

"Then that’s fine, let’s do it."

Liu Zheng spread his tentacles.

"Ah, now? With so many people watching."

The novelist’s cheeks turned slightly red.

"The sooner we do it, the sooner it’s over. Stop dawdling and let’s go."

He urged.

"Okay, okay. Then I’m coming in now, senior,"

The novelist said.

"Hurry up, make it quick."

"Senior, could you do me a favor?"

The novelist spoke tentatively.

"What favor?"

"Help me take something out of my clothes."

The novelist pointed at his large sleeve.

"Ah? How do I do that?"

Liu Zheng was momentarily stunned.

"Just reach into my clothing at the left chest area and you’ll touch it."

The novelist said in a hushed tone.

"Is this...appropriate?"

Now it was his turn to hesitate.

"Senior, it was you who just told me not to dawdle; why are you hesitating now?"

The novelist pouted.

"Alright then."

Liu Zheng reluctantly stretched out his tentacles and pulled open her clothing, reaching down through the neckline.

A warm sensation enveloped his tentacles and soon he felt something hard.

"Is this it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No, not that. Move a bit higher up."

The novelist’s voice was as tiny as a mosquito’s.

"Oh."

He adjusted awkwardly, touching something even harder, which felt a bit like plastic.

"Is this it?"

He asked again.

"Yes, take it out."

The novelist said with a lowered head.

Liu Zheng wrapped his tentacles around the object and pulled it out through the neckline.

Upon pulling it out, it turned out to be a black keyboard.

"Here."

He handed the keyboard to the novelist.

"Mm."

The novelist responded softly and then prised two keys from the keyboard.

"Ctrl" and "C."

"Senior, my keys are quite big, so bear with it,"

she said gently.

"Let’s do it."

Liu Zheng closed his eyes.

The novelist gave a slight smile and then, with the speed of lightning, smacked the "Ctrl" and "C" keys onto his forehead.

The black keys, like phantoms, penetrated his skull.

Liu Zheng felt as if his head had been pierced by two red-hot branding irons, making the pain unbearable.

This pain made the sting from the "Rén" character sword tolerable by comparison.

"Senior, which book do you want me to copy?"

The novelist’s voice rang in his ears.

"’Dragon Clan.’"

Liu Zheng spoke through the pain.

He chose this book because it had fewer characters, he had read it more often, and he remembered more of the content.

Also, because this book’s setting and structure were relatively simple, relying mainly on character design and literary style, it was more suitable for a short-story-tale novelist.

"Okay, senior."

The branding irons roamed in Liu Zheng’s brain, scorching as he sweated profusely before finally finding their target.

The novelist, from a distance, grasped and the "Ctrl" and "C" keys flew out of Liu Zheng’s brain, landing in her hands.

She then fitted the "Ctrl" and "C" keys back into the keyboard.

"Could you help me put it back, senior?"

The novelist asked.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng put the keyboard back into her clothes.

This time, he had no other thoughts, just focusing on the pain.

"You should go back and check it out. But when writing fanfiction for this book, there are a few points you need to pay attention to."

He said while massaging his temples.

"Please tell me, senior."

The novelist took out her phone and opened the notes app.

"First, after you review it yourself, you might think the protagonist is too weak and too overly devoted to his senior sister. But that’s the essence of this book, so it’s best not to change it."

"Second, if you don’t want to limit your readers to female ones, then don’t make the protagonist and those male supporting characters into a CP (couple pairing)."

"Third, don’t settle on the female lead too quickly, drag it out a bit more."

Liu Zheng listed the points one by one.

"Okay, senior, I’ve noted them down."

The novelist nodded seriously.

"But senior..."

She looked up at Liu Zheng, her tone somber.

"Are you dragging things out with me too?"

"What?"

He asked, confused.

Just as the novelist was about to speak, a loud bell rang again, and all the noise in the arena was subdued.

"Chatting time is over, please return to your seats."

Black Cat appeared again at the center of the square, speaking to everyone.

Despite its soft voice, all the writers heard it clearly and returned to their seats.

The novelist cast a resentful glance at Liu Zheng but ultimately didn’t speak and obediently stood in place.

"Now, I will draw the method for this competition."

Black Cat waved its paw, and two messengers quickly brought out a lottery box.

It reached its paw into the box, rummaged around, and then pulled out a crumpled paper.

"The method for this competition is a 300-word twist contest."

Black Cat unfolded the paper and read its contents aloud.

"Considering there are some new friends participating in this ball, I will explain the competition in detail."

It glanced in Liu Zheng’s direction.

"Within a limit of 300 characters, excluding punctuation, write a short story. The more the plot twists, the higher the score."

"Of course, coherent structure and beautiful prose are also within the scoring criteria. The story with the highest overall score will be the champion of this competition."

"As for the judges of this competition, yours truly will undertake that role. No objections, right?"

Black Cat surveyed the audience; no one expressed opposition.

"Alright then, the competition time is half an hour. Please use your feather pens to write down your stories in front of you. After half an hour, I will begin the review phase."

As it finished speaking, all feather pens except for the Platinum Feather Pen began to float in midair.

The reactions of the writers in the room varied—some immediately took up their quill pens to write, others entered a planning phase.

And the novelist was among those who started writing immediately.

Being a leading author in the field of short stories, writing such twist endings was as simple for her as eating and drinking.

It took her only ten minutes to finish her entry.

But when she turned to look at Liu Zheng, she found that he had not written a single word.

"Senior, if you’re not good at it, it’s okay not to write."

The novelist thought he was unsure how to begin and quietly reminded him.

This was a purely beneficial segment; there was no penalty for not producing anything.

"That’s not the issue, I’ve just thought of a brilliant idea, but unfortunately, 300 words are too few, and I’m worried it won’t fit."

Liu Zheng spoke with a profound expression.

"Then... maybe you could tell me, and I might be able to offer some immature advice,"

the novelist said cautiously.

"No need, I’ve already figured it out."

He shook his head, then grasped the quill with his tentacle and began to write furiously.

One by one, glowing characters appeared in the air, like 3D projections in a sci-fi movie or the transmission jade slip in a fantasy TV series.

The novelist gazed curiously at the characters, but all she saw was garbled code.

She looked away, disheartened.

Concern leads to chaos; she had forgotten that competitors could only see their own submissions.

Half an hour quickly passed, and Liu Zheng also finished his work just before the deadline.

"Time’s up."

Black Cat waved its paw, and the glowing characters gathered in front of it like rivers flowing into the sea, while the quills returned to their owners.

"Hmm, the quality of the entries this time is very high. It seems I drew a good topic,"

Black Cat said, nodding its head.

It took only a few minutes to read through the thousands of entries, but when it came time to choose a champion, it was struck with indecision.

After a full twenty minutes, it finally made a decision.

Black Cat swung its paw fiercely, and all the glowing characters dissipated like smoke, leaving only two works behind.

"The overall scores for these two works are the same; one excels in elegant prose and clever logical traps, while the other shines with fresh ideas, strong textual impact, and dark humor,"

"In the interest of fairness, I will display both pieces for everyone to appreciate."

"The creator of the work on the left is Miss Fei Shibu, who has been diligently cultivating her craft in short stories for many years and is known for her beautiful writing and detailed descriptions. This work also exemplifies her writing characteristics,"

Black Cat explained while pointing its paw.

The glowing text on the left side suddenly expanded so that all the authors present could see it clearly.

Soon, applause and other sounds filled the arena.

Clearly, this work had won unanimous acclaim.

"Hmph~"

Fei Shibu looked at the novelist triumphantly, a stark contrast to the distressed look on her face just moments ago.

"Have you all finished looking? Then I’ll put it away now."

Black Cat reached out its paw, and the expanded glowing text shrank back to its original size.

"As for the work on the right, its creator is quite interesting. He is not a member of the Writers’ Association, but a companion of a member, and currently works at the Bloody Restaurant’s delivery service."

Upon hearing the name Bloody Restaurant, a disturbance arose in the arena.

Anyone not at the Platinum Writer level still felt fear of Bloody Restaurant’s mandatory delivery service.

"Please take a good look at this delivery man’s work,"

Black Cat did the same with the right side text, enlarging it for all to see.

"Midnight at the chaotic burial hill, moonlight like frost."

"A young man covered in scars knelt before a lone grave, murmuring to himself."

"Mom and Dad, I have slaughtered the Sea Sand Gang that assassinated you, but I was also crippled by the Sea Sand Gang Leader’s last counterattack, shattered my meridians, and can no longer advance my cultivation."

"But from the Gang Leader’s mouth, I learned that the true mastermind is Ye Liangchen, the City Lord of White Cloud Border City."

"Though Ye Liangchen is powerful, even if I trained for another ten years, I wouldn’t be his match, especially now that training has become so difficult."

"Yet, if I don’t avenge you, wouldn’t I be unworthy of being called your son?"

"At this, the young man struggled to his feet, his gaze fiercely determined."

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