Put Pen to Paper and Write a Song of Righteousness with a Startling Start.

Zhu Moyang has been writing street novels for thirteen years. On this day when he traveled to another world, his father was about to be chopped off by a loan shark. A blood mole on the palm of his left hand suddenly became hot, and the literary system awakened. He dipped blood into ink and wrote the word "righteous" on the creditor's face. The golden light exploded, and the creditor knelt down and vomited blood: "You... What did you write?" Zhu Moyang looked down at his palm and smiled: "I have been writing something that no one has read my whole life, and finally someone is kneeling down to read it." The Demon King of the North led a million demon soldiers to knock on the pass. Zhu Moyang ascended the city and wrote three lines of poetry. The moment the poem was completed, millions of monster soldiers turned into ink stains on the spot, and they didn't even have time to scream. Before he died, the demon king asked: "Who are you?" Zhu Moyang put the pen into his sleeve and said calmly: "A street writer. It's just that this world... Finally has someone who knows the stuff."