A Third-Rate Novelist in a Cyberpunk World

A Qi transmigrates into a cyberpunk world where everyone is mentally ill.

People are either going crazy or on their way to going crazy.

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A rough outline: A third-rate novelist who writes trashy fiction transmigrates into a cyberpunk world and discovers that his writing can effectively curb the madness. But since he is only a third-rate novelist, all he can write is stuff like, "Rolling around in a garbage heap is great fun" and "How could flowers bloom without our corpses fertilizing the city?"

And because he's a total weakling, he wants to find a gang to protect him. But when the gang gets attacked, he's the first to run. The brothers left behind hang him up and beat him, calling him a shameless novelist with no sense of loyalty.

His writing is so awful that anyone with even a little literary taste has to hold their nose while reading it. They also assume the author is deliberately using vulgar writing to disguise the novel's soothing effect on the mind.

By a twist of fate, he doesn't even realize that in this cyberpunk world, where people have brain-computer interface chips installed at the side of their necks and even an eighty-year-old grandpa has sharper senses than he does, he's a cyber illiterate.

He can only write using ancient characters from five hundred years ago, so readers often struggle through passages like, "Two [unreadable characters] were placed by the door, and [unreadable characters] stepped on [unreadable characters]."

When the corporation comes after him, they think they're battling some dark abyssal force left over from an ancient civilization. And so begins a thousand-year struggle of wits against thin air.

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Having transmigrated into a cyberpunk world with not a penny to his name, A Qi's first task is to make a little money.

For example, with his third-rate writing.

Or with a few stories about love, hope, and the moon.

Theme: Words spread dreams, love, and hope