Becoming a Transcendent Starts with Writing Novels

[The Yokohama arc begins in Chapter 147. The original story gets way too wild later, so some settings won't follow the source material. The bonus chapters require a 65% subscription rate, excluding the bonus chapters.] Ji Yanqiu, a rising literary star who has just won the country's highest literary award, is on his way to the ceremony when he transmigrates by accident. One moment, everything goes black; the next, he's standing on a London street at the end of the twentieth century, in a parallel world where all the literary greats have vanished. After a moment's thought, Ji Yanqiu decides to write a novel first and worry about everything else later. The literary scene here is so desolate. Surely it's been waiting for him to arrive?! As for all those literary greats still alive and running around, every last one of them can sit down and write a novel too! Until his ability awakens, freezing the headquarters of the Clock Tower Keepers and blowing up half of Big Ben. Ji Yanqiu stares at the debt contract handed to him by Chief Agatha, then swallows nervously. Damn! Is this actually the world of Bungo Stray Dogs?! Other transmigrators land as big shots, with plots at their beck and call. But he, a potential Transcendent, has ended up a million in debt for damaging a historical monument, and has been forced to sell himself to pay it off… Ji Yanqiu cries out inwardly: Is something seriously wrong here?! At the end of the twentieth century, the writer Ji Yanqiu enters the literary world under the pen name Pales Leifengal, ushering in an explosive period of literary activity. The literary world calls it the Golden Age. [The story begins when a prostitute lucks into the greatest fortune of her life and rises to become a society hostess. But the man who helped her climb tells her: It's not enough. What you want isn't jewels, lovers, flowers, or applause. What you want is true nobility. You must enter high society., Miss Betty] [The saddest thing in this world isn't being deceived by a liar. It's knowing full well that the other person is lying and falling for it anyway. But it can't be helped. The most dazzling con artist in the world has already managed to fool himself, too. “WHO I am? WHO am I?”, The Gamble] [In the Irish countryside, if you come across a hill covered in gravestones, you'll surely find an old man tending the graves. He was once an officer, and has kept watch here ever since he left the battlefield. No, you needn't salute him. Lay some wild lilies on the graves behind him instead. After all, ninety-nine of the greatest spirits of the fallen lie buried here., Spring of Peace] [Who are you? You are a hero of war, abandoned by your country, the dregs of society, a ghost who doesn't belong. You are an inscrutable madman, an outcast hounded by others, a protector of homeless children, a loyal blade in the government's hand. But who are you? It seems no one even knows you exist., The Nameless] [We are all fools who don't know how to love. We torment each other and back down in turn, mistaking this ambiguous struggle for that unfathomable thing called love. I remember the first time he told me he loved me. It was a winter night on the snowy plain, and he shot me in the chest. He said, “If you don't love me, then die.”, Memoir of Love] The cover depicts the kiss portrait scene from Chapter 96. ·The story starts in Britain, before the Ability War. Later, the protagonist will go to Yokohama and get involved in the main plot. ·The protagonist is a Transcendent, but he's useless at hand-to-hand combat. He's not a pure strategist, and he can't outplay the plotters. ·Many foreign literary figures have heavily fictionalized personalities. Please keep this in mind. Below is the blurb for the upcoming novel, A Guide to Playing the Creator Le Zhijing is an utterly ordinary rich kid. At twenty-three, he wins his first prize in a repost giveaway: an unpopular book titled One Minute to Create the World. It's certainly a gift worth remembering, so he eagerly opens to the first page: [Step one of creation: Mix seawater according to the proportions below, store it in a suitably sized sandbox, and toss this book inside.] Le Zhijing has no idea what this means, but out of respect for the book, he follows the instructions anyway. The author must have had a reason for writing this. Maybe it's some kind of new performance art? The next morning, he goes downstairs as usual. When his gaze happens to fall on the sandbox, he freezes: the transparent rectangular box that had contained nothing but water and sand is now teeming with tiny sea creatures. Whales the size of his palm swim slowly through the water. A rock that seems to have appeared from nowhere splits open, and lava glows faintly below. Of course, none of that is the point. Can someone tell him what those tiny merfolk swimming in the water are?! Just as he leans in for a closer look, click! The housekeeper casually switches on the aquarium heater. The creatures in the sandbox die in the blink of an eye. Lava surges up from underground and floods the merfolk's city. The desperate survivors evolve legs and struggle onto the sand, now dried out by the rising temperature. They build a towering altar and tremble as they beg for his mercy. Le Zhijing, who has just witnessed the fall of an ocean civilization: … The newly minted Creator wipes his face and grabs On the Origin of Species, full of resolve. He refuses to believe this civilization will still perish with his help! February 18: The lights were accidentally switched off, and the Sandbar Civilization perished. February 22: A sneeze caused a massive tsunami, and the Steam Civilization perished. March 1: I threw in an iron pellet without controlling my strength, causing an earthquake. The Plant Civilization perished. March 14: I added too many precious metals, triggering a war between nations. The Beastfolk Civilization perished. … By the time the civilization in the sandbox had reached its twelfth generation, Le Zhijing stared at the sandbox, collapsed from over-mining, and calmly sent his senior a message: [Senior, what does it take for a perfect organism to evolve?] Someone else can raise these humans!!! From birth, the people of the desert have been taught this: The figure you see when you look up at the sky is the master of the world. He watches over this world, and has done so through twelve eras, up to this very day. He is generous, compassionate, and embraces all things. He is the only god in this world. Theme: Literature is life.