The Most Hated Person in the Interstellar Era Sees the Comments

My next novel: Global Paranormal Revival? I'll Light Incense and Summon Yin Soldiers to Keep It at Bay! -- When Jiang Mo opened her eyes, spoiler comments were drifting across a floating screen: [LMAO, this goody-two-shoes deserves to die and make room for the heroine!] [Half the credit for the male lead winning the joint academy entrance exam belongs to your ashes~] Only then did Jiang Mo understand her role in the novel: The male lead's personal wallet when he was down on his luck; The only scapegoat on the championship team; The one who was only certified as a "teammate who moved the stars" after her death. Jiang Mo slapped her team withdrawal form onto the male lead's face. "Want this blessing for yourself?" The day she left the promising championship team, the school forum exploded: "From Mecha Support to the Infantry Division? Confirmed Case of Throwing Away Your Future!" "Digging into the Truth Behind the 'Vampire Parasitic Vine' Leaving the Team: Confessed and Got Rejected, Then Sabotaged the Whole Team. Selfish to the Core!" "No Team Found on the Official Site's Livestream: Three Hours Left, Still at Zero~" Everyone waited for her to become a laughingstock. But then... As Jiang Mo tried to recruit teammates, a lazy young man's voice suddenly came from the corner. "Need a team?" A silver-haired boy stood up languidly, his military uniform collar slouched down to his collarbone. The name on his badge was scrawled illegibly. The comments went wild: [Holy crap, that's the final boss!] [Why is this lunatic showing up so early?!] Jiang Mo: ? When Jiang Mo signed up for the tournament, people dug up her team's members: A rich kid who'd spent a hundred thousand and still failed his classes; the true daughter, infamous for her bad temper and tearing her whole family apart; a bottom-of-the-class underachiever who trained more than anyone but kept getting worse. And... An unknown, stunning silver-haired boy? The audience stared, dumbfounded. "Where did they find all these weirdos?" Then, on the day of the simulation match, all the ridicule abruptly stopped. Jiang Mo charged through the energy depot with her modified mecha. The rich kid frantically swept up loot with practiced ease. The true daughter went berserk, dismantling the checkpoint robots with her bare hands. While the other teams were still searching the map, they'd already built a fortress. With insectoid blood smeared across her face, Jiang Mo raised her weapon and kept blasting the spaceship ahead. The boy behind her couldn't sit still any longer. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from her face. "That's an ally!" "..." The girl stood there innocently. "I thought they were here to deliver supplies, too." The male lead from the original story, charred black by the explosion: ??? The comments scrolled by at a furious pace: [??? Didn't the setting say she's a good-for-nothing? They're all freaking war gods!] [Who's the girl blasting a spaceship with a particle cannon? Wait, where's the sickly parasitic-vine girl?!] [Big sis, you're so cool. Blast me, step on me, give me a kiss.] When the "perfectly ordinary" team made it to the Central Star System finals, Their former teammates, once so high and mighty, stopped Jiang Mo. "We were wrong..." Jiang Mo raised a hand, and the four people in the back row all held up their payment QR codes in unison. "Tournament coaching: one hundred thousand per minute." [Reader's Guide] 1. Happy ending / Satisfying face-slapping; 2. The heroine focuses on her career, while the hero falls for her on his own; 3. The whole team grows together, with goofy everyday antics and high-octane battles. Upcoming novel: Global Paranormal Revival? I'll Light Incense and Summon Yin Soldiers to Keep It at Bay! Blurb: [Chinese-style horror overwhelms Western horror / Life-or-death arena battles / Folklore and ghosts in an instance-based story] "You call Eastern ghosts scary?" The moment Su Yan, a graduate of the Folk Customs Research Institute, opened her eyes, she saw a red-clad doll being torn apart by a slit-mouthed woman. She was the last awakened person in Huaxia. A hundred years ago, twelve supernatural arenas descended, forcing humanity to make contracts with ghosts and monsters. Western Awakened wielded banshees and Bloody Mary, and used the Book of the Dead to sweep across the stars. Meanwhile, Huaxia... Its civilization had suffered a break, its Awakened were dwindling, and it was about to become fodder for the arenas. Su Yan picked up the red-clad doll and sighed. "A bride bleeding on her wedding day is inauspicious." In an instant, the doll transformed into a new bride, dressed in a phoenix crown and red wedding robes, while wedding music rang out. Its red thread flew through the air, stitching the slit-mouthed woman's gaping maw into the twisted character for double happiness. "Now it's auspicious," Su Yan said, admiring her handiwork. The entire venue fell silent. Thousands of miles away, an abandoned City God temple sensed the bloodline of Huaxia. Red lanterns lit up at its entrance. The Western Awakened soon learned what "the overwhelming superiority of Chinese-style horror" meant: The moment an SS-rank Bloody Mary crawled out of a mirror, the iron chains of the Night Patrol City God looped around her head and dragged her into the Judge's Hall; An SSS-rank Western evil spirit stepped onto the Bridge of Helplessness, where Granny Meng cheerfully handed her a bowl of her soup with "extra sugar." Her contract was wiped clean, and she switched sides to become a Huaxia wage worker; The Western Awakened sent a hundred ghosts out on a night parade, only to run headlong into the Gates of Hell. The ghostly enforcers, busy stirring cauldrons of oil and raising their tongue-pulling forks, warmly called out: "Next, please!" The Western Awakened: "…" -- Later, when the twelve supernatural arenas felt threatened, they joined forces to annihilate the Huaxia bloodline. Su Yan lit three sticks of corpse-oil incense and unfurled The Ghost Scrolls of Fengdu: "When the three incense sticks burn out, the road to the underworld will appear." "Everyone, come take a trip through the ghostly prison of the mortal world." The clear skies for thousands of miles turned blood red, and an ancient palace descended with a thunderous roar, covering the land of Huaxia. A plaque hung high above the palace gates: "Five-Thousand-Year Training Ground for Vengeful Ghosts." "Welcome." Paper money fluttered down from the sky. Su Yan smiled faintly. "Now it's Huaxia's turn... to set the rules." Theme: Live life with effort and optimism.