On the Nth day after his manuscript was rejected, He Chen felt that no one in the world understood literature.
Then something strange happened.
Then he discovered that his manuscript could kill the weird.
Then he thought: Look, this world still has aesthetics.
Weird people: "We have no aesthetics! We are just contaminated by you!"
He Chen: "Don't be modest, you clearly understand."
This is a story about a desperate writer who relies on (what he thinks) his literary talent to force all weirdos to become readers in the apocalypse.
