I am a writer. Writing used to be my dream, then it became my means of livelihood, and then it became my lingering nightmare.

I am not a writer in the traditional sense, I am an emerging Internet writer.

To be precise, I am an online writer.

In the era of large-scale popularization of the Internet, the profession of online writers came into being. And I am the leader of this group, commonly known as the Great God.

The day I walked out of school, my dream of writing made me join the army of online writers without hesitation. At that time, I had nothing but a laptop.

My first book made it to the top of the website's ranking list during the new book issue. Later, it was put on the shelves for sale, published, and copyrighted. Everything went smoothly beyond imagination.

Then came the second and third books, each of which had millions of subscriptions. The copyrights of each book were snapped up, and each book brought me a lot of income.

Later, my books needed to be pre-ordered, and the number of pre-orders even reached eighteen, and my coding speed also increased rapidly and firmly like an avalanche.

While I was receiving monetary rewards, I also had tens of millions of book fans. What a wonderful thing, isn't it?

During that time, even when I think back on it now, I feel - how should I put it - just like the best cigars between my fingers, exuding a faint warm flavor.

However, when writing lost its aura of dream and became a burden that had to be done, I got tired of it.

So, after finishing the scheduled book, I announced the closure.

At the same time, in order to no longer be occupied by novels, I chose to travel.

But I sadly discovered that I couldn't escape the world I had woven.

I was drinking wine and watching beautiful women on Jinding Street, the most prosperous street in the world. A new movie trailer was playing on the big screen on the street. I smiled and realized that it was a science fiction film adapted from my tenth book;

I was watching the tide by the crowded Liusha River, and I heard people shouting excitedly: The tide is coming! Look to see if there is a tide beast! I shook my head. The story of the tide beast comes from my nineteenth book, a

This cultivation novel;

I was enjoying the cold wind and watching the sunrise on the top of the beautiful Nanshan Mountain. There was a line of words engraved on the big stone behind me: On a certain year, month and day, there was a martial arts competition on the top of Nanshan Mountain. I sighed. The allusion to the martial arts competition on Nanshan Mountain came from my sixth book, a

This martial arts novel;

I was sitting in a city cafe, and the piano music played on the stage was named after my fifteenth book, which was a romance novel. I was silent;

I was walking on the country road, and the children after school ran by laughing and laughing. The fantasy novel in my hand was my third book. I was speechless;

I want to use games to numb myself, but popular online games are all adapted from my novels...

Gradually, I no longer want to interact with people.

I'm walking in a deserted tropical desert.

Diving deep in the open sea far from the coast.

Stay in an isolated primitive tribe.

Hiking in untouched mountains.

I stayed far away from the noisy crowd, actually I wanted to avoid my novel.

But I couldn't escape myself. During the days when I was alone, I was obsessed with imagining plots and couldn't help myself.

Three years have passed like this.

Three years later, I finally understood that no matter where I was, I could not escape my novel, so I decided to face it.

I changed my pen name, changed my website, and started over. It took me a year to go from being a new person with a new book to becoming a website master again.

I changed my pen name and my website again, and it only took half a year to become a god this time.

…

I stopped traveling around, stayed in front of the computer, and quickly became a fat man.

Even so, my fingers are still nimble, and when they jump on the keyboard, they are like elves dancing in the moonlight.

The characters I typed out seemed to have some kind of magic power, and the words they condensed were born with the power to move people's hearts.

My books are becoming more popular every day.

The number of my book fans is growing day by day.

But I am becoming more confused every day.

I swear, I hate novels and everything related to novels. I don’t want to listen, read, think, let alone write novels.

But what I heard, what I saw, and what I thought of were all novels.

But I still keep writing novels.
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