A work…?
A novel…?
I suddenly had a good idea… write a novel!
Back then, I casually made up a story that caused such a huge uproar—this proved I had talent!
So I began slowly researching and came up with many ideas.
I was very optimistic about my work, because it could not only showcase my talent, but also prove I had once come to this world. It was evidence of my existence.
At first I established a very grand world setting. I planned to write a time-travel novel where the protagonist constantly traveled through history to complete missions.
But I was wrong—this exceeded my abilities.
My time was only a day and a half, but this book needed at least a million words to finish.
Could a normal person, without eating, drinking, or sleeping, input a million words within a day and a half?
I tried many times, but no matter what, I couldn’t write to completion.
The closest I came to finishing was when I heavily compressed the story. When I was just one chapter away from full completion, I was somehow possessed to proofread it one more time before the earthquake came. It was precisely this proofreading that cost me the chance to finish.
A day and a half was really too little time.
I no longer had the courage to write it again.
My typing speed was only over four thousand characters per hour. How could I possibly finish a novel in one day?
So I thought of a second theme. I created a character called “Chu Qi.” He wielded a “Seven Black Sword” and punished evildoers in the jianghu.
This novel’s expected completion word count was only two hundred thousand words. If I worked hard, I was confident I could finish writing it within a day and a half.
But later, a turning point appeared in my life.
After how many loops did I meet that person?
I calculated—about two hundred and sixty loops.
That day I finished writing the entire “Seven Black Sword” and was in a very good mood.
This was my seventh time finishing “Seven Black Sword” in one day.
I seemed to be increasingly familiar with this novel’s plot, and this work was becoming more effortless.
I held a can of beer and, as usual, drank at home while waiting for the earthquake to arrive.
I was in a good mood today, so I prepared to start arguing with Chen Junnan directly after entering the room.
When I opened my eyes in the room, everyone around me looked shocked. I knew they were stuck, so I didn’t pay attention.
But a few seconds later, I was also shocked.
There was one extra person in this room!!
What was going on?!
I had already woken up in a room of eight people for two hundred and sixty consecutive times, so why were there nine people in the room this time?!
Just two minutes later, I calmed down.
This extra person was also a young guy who looked pretty good. According to my experience, good-looking people had no brains.
Just like Chen Junnan.
I took the opportunity to look at Chen Junnan. This look was serious—it gave me quite a fright.
Chen Junnan was smiling with tears streaming down his face, his expression looking especially complex. He stared intently at the extra person.
He seemed to have something he wanted to say, but couldn’t say anything. In the end, he revealed a completely twisted smiling expression.
What was going on?
Did they know each other?
I had never seen Chen Junnan show this kind of expression. He seemed crazy!
“But… being crazy is good…” I thought to myself. This way, couldn’t he listen to my instructions and vote?
When everyone had finished telling their stories, before I could guide everyone to vote, the newcomer suddenly picked up paper and pen and began calculating.
What was this… what was he calculating?
In just a moment, he stated his deduction.
This deduction left me completely stunned.
Oxygen? Oxygen content?!
My goodness… so the grids on the wall were used to calculate area?!
The central clock was used to calculate time?!
I, I take back my words… this person doesn’t seem to be stupid.
He said his name was Qi Xia.
He was too smart. He probably wasn’t here to cause trouble…