I Became the Richest Person in the Interstellar World by Writing!

Synopsis: I'm a struggling author on Lujang, making it big as an entertainment mogul among the stars.

Yu Yue is a full-time writer with two and a half years of experience.

But the channel he writes for is a harsh place. His living space is squeezed by period dramas, while wealthy women use their money to get ahead. So even after leaving for two years and returning, he's still a nobody.

Then he sets aside his pride and writes an interstellar mother-in-law and daughter-in-law □□ period novel. It becomes an instant hit, but the day before he can collect his earnings, he transmigrates.

When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself at the semifinal of the tenth authors' convention, hosted in Red Moon City, one of the three major cyberpunk cities.

The good news: This is a literary wasteland. The popular essays, poems, and musings are all completely unoriginal.

The bad news: The original owner maliciously plagiarized someone else's work and has landed on the arrogant male protagonist's assassination list. In five minutes, he'll be disgraced and dead in a flash.

The System is still desperately trying to get his attention: Ding! Welcome, Host, to the "Die in Your Place" System... Please follow the procedure...

Yu Yue: "...Fuck off, you piece of crap."

Facing the male protagonist's stern accusations, he straightens his collar and stays perfectly composed. In fifteen minutes, with the professionalism of a seasoned writer, he quickly skims the openings of more than twenty manuscripts.

He picks up one called The Max-Level Expert Comes Down the Mountain to Slaughter the Newbie Village, then another called The True and Fake Young Masters: Turns Out the Richest Man Is My Dad, then another called Thirty Years East of the River, Thirty Years West: Don't Bully a Poor Young Man, I Was Cast Out of My Home, but It Turns Out I'm a Heaven-Rank Battle Emperor...

To the male protagonist's astonishment, he keeps pulling out manuscripts, one after another, piling them on the table into a little mountain.

The whole room is in an uproar. Could he really be a genius?

The dark horse of the year, who fights his way through the competition and ultimately takes first place, is moved to tears as he clutches the champion's golden trophy and 500,000 star coins.

Good heavens, money is so easy to make here.

He decides to make a little more.

Two months later, he's become a famous entertainment mogul throughout the Empire and the Federation. Numerous advanced planets open their doors to him, vying to invite him to settle there permanently.

Traveling bards sing of his legend.

According to the rumors, he was born in a slum among the lowest of the low, wears a silver mask over half his face, and has silver hair and green eyes. He's a ruthless and cunning man.

Yet the Crown Prince is his kindred spirit and closest friend, the 3S+ starship commander is his most fervent admirer, and an ancient clan openly backs him, declaring that anyone who disrespects him is their enemy.

Countless people spend fortunes just to see him. Even the ever-proud, aloof siren clan willingly sing the praises of his new radio drama.

Yu Yue, overhearing the rumors about himself: Huh? I only wanted to earn a little bit of writing money.

System: ...Right. You did earn a few billion bits.

Theme: A healthy, uplifting spirit of self-reliance.