A World Where Only the Readers Get Hurt

[My first book. The writing is immature, and the plot is simple.] [Complete!] [Original male protagonist, no romantic pairing] [The protagonist isn’t truly kind or virtuous. He has a weak sense of morality and barely appears in the first ten chapters.] [An ensemble cast, with forum posts, delusions of grandeur, a BKing protagonist, extremely chuunibyou descriptions, and dungeons that don’t require much brainpower.] How do you win readers’ affection? Looks, talent, and a tragic past. How do you make readers cry? Obsession, resentment, and a spectacular death. Fall from the highest peak. Make your exit at the grandest banquet. Play a final song with your life. It’s a formula that never fails. "Doomsday" was a comic that drew a huge following as soon as it launched. It had gorgeous art, excellent production, and characters who were adorable and lovable. Readers were thrilled! On top of that, the author churned out chapters at the speed of someone reincarnated as an octopus, racing ahead of all the authors locked in a cutthroat competition and taking first place with a brilliant comeback. One character had been at the top of the popularity charts ever since his debut He went against the world, threw himself into the game, used himself as bait, and risked everything. He came with an obsession buried deep in his bones, and would stop at nothing. Everyone knew him as a powerful ability user with no known past, who belonged to no faction and acted in strange, unpredictable ways. The wariness and suspicion he inspired at first gave way to trust and confusion, then became a pool of stagnant water. Every emotion came to an abrupt end with that world-shattering betrayal. From then on, everyone knew his name, and no one knew his name. Everything returned to the starting point. Question: Are the readers of "Doomsday" crying again today? Answer: They sure are. First there was Meng Jiangnu weeping until the Great Wall fell, and now there are the "Doomsday" readers crying all over the forums. So where is the real starting point? Shi Xu won the lottery, but before he could even figure out how to enjoy his wonderful new life, a sudden car accident sent him flying into the sky and face-to-face with the King of Hell. As he was gloomily cursing the whole world, he was suddenly pulled into a world on the verge of destruction in the form of a ghost. An unknown creature told him that it had sensed his immense potential and enough resentment to keep ten Evil Sword Immortals alive, so it wanted to make a deal: the protagonist would help it complete the plot and create a happy ending among the many bad endings, earning popularity points along the way. In return, after he succeeded, it would use the energy it gained to send him back to his original world and revive him on the spot, so he could enjoy the wonderful, wealthy life he’d been promised. And so, two guys who didn’t want to die struck a deal. "Doomsday" was born. A plug for my upcoming novel: "Hello, Did You Call for a Rescue?" Synopsis: A strange program appeared on the computer. A pitch-black icon, with a garbled name. No matter how many times he uninstalled it, it would be right back in the same place the next day. Thinking, “Virus or not, I’m taking you down with me,” Shi Qi clicked it without a change in expression, ready to go out in a blaze of glory. … Huh? You [swear word] thing, you’re a game?? Mist shrouded the world, and an unknown System invaded Blue Star. Humanity lost control of its own lives and was forcibly confined in isolation. Only those who obeyed orders and cleared the games could earn the supplies they needed to survive. Those who resisted were killed without mercy. Despair and suffering formed a nest, while darkness and bloodshed piled up into high walls. Then the impenetrable encirclement was violently torn apart. Light streamed through the cracks, and the world began to be reborn. Someone knocked on the heavy wall and asked with curious wonder, as everyone stared dumbfounded: “Hello, did you call for a rescue?” Theme: Even in the most desperate circumstances, never give up hope.