I am a street novelist, an online article author whose article subscriptions are empty.
According to readers, the setting is old-fashioned and the writing is poor. Maybe I'm really not suitable for this industry. Why did you choose this career in the first place?
I look at the collection of new works that have been completed but are still bleak, and the deposits that have bottomed out. Decide to start looking for a job to support yourself tomorrow. Forget it about novels or whatever.
Then, I came to a new world.
The unknown consciousness kidnapped me.
He said this, this world is a world composed of my outline.
My experiences will be made into comics and published in my world. Only when the heat reaches the required level can I go home.
No matter how you look at it, it's an unreasonable condition, but I don't have the right to refuse.
Rather, I am really worthy of admiration for still trying to think of a way out when my worldview is shattered like this.
Finally, he left. Only a clone of a small ball of light was left. And I need to be the protagonist of the comic and make the plot interesting enough to make it popular enough to make me come back.
What exactly does He expect from a street novelist?
In short, although I have made many plans, I am ready to spend the rest of my life in comics.
At night, on the hotel bed, I took out my old diary and wrote down the most outrageous day in the past twenty years. And looking at the night sky similar to that of my hometown, I prayed for everything to go well.
At least set a small goal of not dying immediately at the start?
Intention: Let everything win HE!