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In the eyes of otakus, the world of "One Punch Man" is both exciting and boring. There are almost only weirdos who are weirdos, and everything except running away is running away.
King was convinced of this, so he actively expanded his otaku activities. In addition to playing games, he originally made a game script—Book of Sages!
Now, he has expanded his otaku interests to writing. Of course, with his writing style, he cannot control the physical publication of literature, so he deliberately chooses online literature, that is, novels.
He registered an author account on Qidian Novel Network, a subsidiary of Yuewen Group, named him Beibi, and published a novel called "One Punch Man: Emperor's Engine". The content was based on "One Punch Man" which he had read in his previous life. ", combined with King's memories of weirdos, blended the characters and abilities of Saitama and King together, creating a new protagonist - Roy. Roy also means king.
The process of publishing his book was smooth sailing. He signed a contract with 30,000 words. Now after more than three months of hard work and updating, it has finally reached 300,000 words. His editor Ruo Yeju informed him that it will be published tomorrow. This news cheered him up. As usual, I wrote a "Remarks on the Release."
"First of all, I would like to thank China Literature Group for giving me a stage to showcase, my editor-in-charge Ruo Yeju for his care and guidance, my readers for their strong support, my country, my parents, CCTVNBA..."
King wrote a few thousand words of speech eloquently. After browsing it, he nodded with satisfaction, logged into Qidian.com, uploaded the "Remarks on the Shelf", and then published two chapters of the novel on a regular basis.
He fell asleep with anticipation.
Morning came quickly. After the alarm rang, King couldn't wait to lift the quilt, went to the computer with his eyes closed, and turned it on very skillfully. In the ten seconds waiting for the computer to start, he completed going to the toilet, washing up and eating breakfast. work.
Open the Qidian Novel website, log in to the author account, and go to the subscription column. His eyes widened and his eyebrows danced. Junding was put on the shelves for 24 hours - 12457, with more than 10,000 Junding. Well, a new novel master was born.
"Didi!"
At this moment, a new message popped up in the author's background, and he clicked on it to read:
"Dear author, according to our investigation, your work is seriously related to pornography. We are about to seal and deal with your work "One Punch Man: Emperor's Engine (Bah, what a bad title)" in response to national policies."
King almost spit out his blood. You just want to seal my book, but you still complain about my exquisite book title. This is unbearable!
The emperor was so angry that he vented his anger for thousands of miles!
"ah!"
King was so angry that he woke up suddenly and sat upright in bed. He was sweating profusely. He lifted the quilt and took a look. Well, it was time to change his underwear.
"Phew, it turned out to be a nightmare!"
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly got out of bed to check the status of his novel on the shelves. The author's backstage opened, and he stared, Junding... 13.
puff!
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he went to bed silently and continued to sleep. Well, it was better to live in a dream.
Unfortunately, people have to face reality eventually. After lingering in bed for a long time, he reluctantly got up.
No matter how heavy the blow is, life must go on.
He went to the toilet to wash up and have breakfast, and he operated multiple lines of work in one go. After all, he was the strongest man, and he still had this strength.
He thought hard and coded out one chapter and published it again. Since it was the first time it was published, he decided to update ten more chapters, so he devoted himself to the hard coding and finished three chapters before noon.
"Well, let's go out for lunch to comfort myself and change the environment to code."
After one morning, he felt relieved and went out with his laptop in a comfortable mood. He ate at the Geji fast food restaurant as always. He sat in the corner where he often went, quiet and comfortable, and could code with confidence.
He has a bad typing habit. He likes to recite in a low voice while typing, typing one line and repeating the other. This can easily be regarded as a lunatic.
"Boss, King has come out. After waiting for half a month, King went out to eat for the first time. This damn cultivator is obviously so powerful and still not satisfied. Why doesn't he go up to the sky and stand side by side with the sun..."
After King came in to nibble on Geki, a man wearing a coat and a felt hat followed him. He sat down seven or eight seats away from King and spoke casually into the mini intercom installed on his collar.
"Shut up, your nickname is a tracker, not a broadcaster." There was an angry roar from the other end of the intercom. If he hadn't been wearing headphones, I'm afraid the entire Qian Geji would have heard this angry voice.
"Yes, boss." The man nicknamed Tracker replied in a low voice, then shut up and silently observed King's every move.
"This Malatang is going to kill me." In a noodle shop next to Geji, a well-dressed successful man in a suit and leather shoes was eating Malatang with hatred. He was the boss mentioned by the tracker.
Opposite him is a pretty and charming lady, nicknamed Camera, who is responsible for observing and recording the target's situation, and is responsible to the boss.
She glanced at the sparse crowd around her, chuckled, and said coquettishly like a couple, "If you don't like Malatang, you can change it to beef noodles. There's no need to be so angry and affect your work mood later."
The boss is eating spicy hotpot with his head down, raising his head from time to time to flirt with the camera, but there is always a hint of love in his words.
After a while, the camera suddenly touched his ears, and after listening for a while, Fang said affectionately: "Husband, my family just called me, and they are going to slaughter the chicken I gave you to recuperate."
The boss's eyes lit up and he smiled mischievously, "Okay, I like you to eat chicken for me, but..." He said seriously: "You need to prepare the ingredients for making chicken soup. I'll call home and tell them." He immediately stood up, took out his cell phone, and went out to make a call.
"Attention, tracker. Attention, tracker. The handcuffs, fishing nets, electric shock prods and anti-explosion bucklers from the Death Squad are about to come in. Pay attention to King's situation and report it immediately if you find anything wrong."
The tracker lowered his head and pretended to drink Coke. He took the opportunity to get close to the walkie-talkie on his collar and whispered, "Tracker received." Then he raised his head and glanced at King intentionally or unintentionally.
Within the next half hour, four muscular men wearing giant toad glasses, peaked caps, masks, or blowing bubble gum came in, sat down around King in tacit understanding, and vaguely finished talking to King. surrounded.
The tracker saw that the death squad was already seated. There was nothing unusual about King. He was still enjoying his last lunch. He immediately reported in a low voice, "Boss, the death squad is in place."
In the noodle shop, the camera smiled slightly and said softly to the boss, "Honey, the chicken is in the pot. When are we going home? I can tell them when to start the fire."
The boss nodded and answered the question: "This chicken is relatively old and needs to be simmered on low heat for a long time. Please don't be anxious and be patient."