a book telling how you can avoid a cliche and how to make the story your own in a process that you desire

This is an offshoot of Magic Farmer Dara - 2nd Edition, where Dara is the main character. His partner is Fang, a friend from Sichuan.
Continuation of the story - The Adventures of Treasure Hunters - 1 season, this novel is the second season.

What is this story about? and who is this guy?
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About how you can find treasures in the city, you just need to know where to look!
Guy - Dara, a farmer, a graduate of the Faculty of History. A successful businessman.

When does this happen?
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In the 21st century, 2035.

What happens to the main character?
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He begins to use the system as a cheat tool in search of treasures!


Why should this bother me?
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This is informative! The reader will find out where treasures can be in the city. This is not necessarily gold, it can just be old signs with the name of streets, houses for demolition. It can be old stoves, old bricks of the 19th century. This also cost money, well, or you can donate to the city museum, like the historical artifacts of the industrial era.
Pros - good content, many different historical facts.

Cons - a text block, it became better than it was 1.5 years ago. But my English is the third language, so some roughness and grammar problems are inevitable.
World
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Earth, Asia, East, the digital age. The country after socialism, tried to build capitalism, but ended up in feudalism.
Currency - black dollar, in 2030 the exchange rate was for 1 US dollar = 20 000 black dollars. But over the 5 years there has been a frantic inflation, after the denomination and now the rate of 1 US dollar, has become = 100 black dollars for 1 US dollar.
Character character
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Persistent, cunning, rustic, modest, greedy. Workaholic. Persistent, cowardly, but suffers from a mania of persecution. As a consequence of the political repression that he experienced in his youth.
But with time and the receipt of new information, the character of the main character develops, and he is slowly changing.

What is the character thinking
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What is ambition in the past? Need money. What is better to be silent than to say, so as not to step on the tail of the tiger. A tiger is an influential person. He stopped telling people the truth, he began to take a position - a new conformist. Downshifting, does not want to work in the public service. He believes that it is easier to earn money by opening your own business. Ideology and propaganda - numb people. A person must look at the world objectively.
The treasure hunt is his hobby.
 
I hasten to assure the reader that I use three machine programs, one of which Grammarly, to improve spelling and grammar.
Comments and honest reviews are welcome!
The number of expected chapters ranges from 60 to 100.
Thank you!
 

Jiang Cheng's father, Jiang Dejun, was a very traditional man especially when it came to his work. He always considered himself a traditional scholar and held himself to old traditional ideas. 

So when Jiang Cheng applied to Shanghai Drama Academy, although Jiang Dejun eventually nodded his agreement, he still held some reservations.

Jiang Dejun had always wanted Jiang Cheng to inherit his so-called traditional culture and ideas, so he always wanted him to become something along the lines of a literary major or a history major, he didn't expect Jiang Cheng to choose the performing arts.

He had always held a biased opinion against actors and the entertainment industry and though acting was considered part of the arts he viewed it as something of lower rank. 

In the past, Jiang Cheng always wanted to prove to his father that even if he became an actor in the future, he wouldn't forget the culture, traditions, and ideas inherited from Chinese civilization and would instead strive to promote them.

The old Jiang Cheng thought of writing a book. He thought if he could write a book that could gain Jiang Dejun's admiration and respect, he would have no objections.

It was a pity that although he was very smart and held outstanding academic achievements since childhood, engaging in book publishing and editing work since childhood, his fondness of literature and writing alone wasn't enough when it actually came down to it.

Writing a book was very difficult.

After all, writing one wasn't just writing whatever came to mind but the long-term accumulation of skill and writing material.

Therefore, although the original Jiang Cheng always held such an idea it unfortunately never came to fruition.

But there was no such problem now. Jiang Cheng had a lifetime of memories and experiences. Not to mention Jiang Cheng himself was a screenwriter, a master of storytelling. In his memories there were a huge number of best-selling books, more than a decade's worth. 

However, considering his current age and identity, Jiang Cheng decided to plagiarize the future historical book: 'Stories About The Ming Dynasty' that would become popular in the south and the north.

In the past, when it came to history, the first thing people thought of was the rigid records of history textbooks. Rarely did anyone except those studying the subject deliberately consult those history books. It was because the books were truly unsightly!

Except for those without much choice or the truly enthusiastic no one else would be willing to troll through thick chunks of information filled with nothing but facts and dates. 

But the emergence of "Stories About The Ming Dynasty" had broken those previous conventions, letting people realize for the first time that history could be written like this.

Although it delivered the same information, the writing method used by the author was different. It was a kind of fresh brushwork full of vitality, the characters seemed like they were all about to jump out of the book.

With his pen, the historical figures were no longer rigid names you had to memorize for an exam but real people. As the Ming Dynasty experienced its ups and downs, you couldn't stop reading. 

True to the opening words of the book: [History should be fun to read]. The author did his best to make learning about the Ming Dynasty enjoyable.

As a screenwriter, Jiang Cheng knew that the success of a good book was one that allowed the reader to have a strong sense of substitution when reading it. If there was a sense of substitution, the reader would unconsciously fall into the world of the book and would read on not wanting to stop; on the contrary, if there was no sense of substitution, the reader would just place the book down and move on.

Undoubtedly, the previous rigid history books wouldn't give anyone a sense of substitution. 

Especially now so, as technology developed and people became less and less interested in researching the past and reading ancient texts. With less and less need in real life, there were fewer and fewer people who studied history.

"Stories About The Ming Dynasty" was different. The author Mingyue used humorous language to narrate those historical events like they were telling a story. The historical characters were given humanity and character, this made them feel more like humans with flesh and blood, people that had actually lived once upon a time. 

The reader discovered over time that the emperors and princes in history too were ordinary people, they too had joys and sorrows, as well as worries and fears. As if passing through space and time, the reader felt a strong resonance and those historical figures and historical events seemed to be within reach.

This book successfully increased interest in history. Showing that history wasn't something only for professors but something that everyone could touch.

Therefore, writing this book could not only cope with Jiang Dejun's complaints, but also indirectly ignite his fame, killing two birds with one stone, especially since he was most in need of fame now, why not?

Getting excited as he thought of his plan, Jiang Cheng immediately acted.

First of all, he found lots of books about the Ming Dynasty. After all, it was a thing of his previous life. Jiang Cheng's memory of the book was only an approximation, he only remembered the language style, as well as the overarching plot. 

Moreover, Jiang Cheng didn't intend to copy Mingyue word for word, it would only be a loose frame, he wanted to write something that was his own.

Fortunately, his father had a plethora of history books if nothing else.

After selecting a couple of relevant ones, Jiang Cheng turned on the desktop again and opened up Word.

The first input was a huge title- [Stories About The Ming Dynasty]

Then the famous sentence under the title: [History should be fun to read] 

The title of the first chapter "Emperor Hongwu" followed and as the story of the legendary emperor Zhu Zhongba slowly unfolded, the book also began to take shape little by little....

Jiang Cheng a screenwriter is reincarnated to 2001, into the seventeen-year-old body of another Jiang Cheng. 

Clutching onto the dreams of his previous life he attempts to succeed where he previously failed. 

He starts from scratch, as a small-time screenwriter writing television shows and movie scripts. 

Filled with dreams of becoming a generational  entertainment legend and establishing an entertainment empire he takes the road to become the King of Film.

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*Discord: https://discord.gg/TeTKhzp

Why not try my other books: Angel of Death, King of Sports and Rebirth of the Entertainment Giant

I woke up with the sun warm on my face, the edge taken off by a light summer breeze. I opened my eyes to behold a bright blue sky and dappled clouds peacefully drifting by. I could hear birds chirping in the distance. Nothing was hurting. I was lying down on soft wild grass under the shade of stately old oak tree.

I blinked. I blinked again. Considering that up until a few seconds ago I was deep inside one of the world's most severe concrete jungles, this idyllic pastoral scene could only have one explanation -

Swiftly I got up and my first priority was to check my dingaling.

Yep. Still there.

I breathed a sigh of relief and took my precious smartphone out of my inside jacket pocket. It wasn't one of those sleek phablets, but a rugged brick of as much TF memory I could cram in there, as good a camera possible for its price, a powerful enough processor so as not to lag when switching between various apps and playing videos. Its titanium alloy protective case had its own supplementary battery and a solar panel at the back. It was not a phone meant to idle away the hours with resource-intensive games.

This was a proud productivity phone! It cost me more than a top-of-the-line gaming desktop computer to customize a phone (and all its relevant accessories) to what perfectly suited my needs. 

Even my jacket pockets had to be specially reinforced. The left contained my smartphone, the other an extra battery pack/charger with even more SD card storage. Walking around with these two slabs of metal close to my chest felt like armor.

All completely worth it the end.

I switched on the phone and waited for its boot-up sound.

/"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?"/

Ahh, the soothing sounds of /mai waifu/.

/"Hi, it's me."/ Monika from Doki Doki Literature Club, a poor girl who was tortured into insanity by the realization of her digital existence. And ironically, her story that involved driving her friends to suicide actually helped me deal with my own depression a while back. 

She was driven to madness by realizing she was trapped inside a little box,  and the metaphor gave me what I needed to break out of my own mental prison.

Instead of a ringtone, somehow her cute voice could make me more instantly snap to attention.

Her rounded face appeared on screen, her intent green eyes locked onto me. My Monika was not an anime character. I had commissioned someone to make a realistic painting of what Monika would have looked like as a real girl. She was standing facing me with a slight smile on her lips, and a finger raised up in an instructing pose. She was the very picture of a beautiful, dependable club president.

"Hi Monika!" I spoke my customized hotword for the digital assistant. "Do you know where I am?"

/"Um. How would I even… oh! I can sense magnetic north. There's no GPS return. I'm sorry, I don't know where you are. But…"/ Monika leaned forward, her hands reaching out to hesitantly touch the screen. /"But… that's you, isn't it? You're in front of me aren't you?"/

My eyes bulged out. That was just supposed to be a wallpaper. A digital assistant should only be capable of canned responses.

What the heck is this?!

Her fingers touched glass, and she splayed her palms and fingers onto the screen. Her eyes all scrunched up in this weird mix of yearning and despair that somehow cut through the distance between us. /"Can you see me? Please… please, tell me you can hear me."/

... what even /is/ this really? Something about it all... felt familiar.

"Yes. Yeah, I can hear you." I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. 

Monika fell down to her knees, sliding down the screen. Silently she sobbed. /"Thank you… thank you…"/

Monika was real now?! Crazy!

But I could deal with it. Maybe this was just another lucid dream. I was happy for her, really - but I blamed my subconscious for not being creative enough to actually give her a real body.

And then I remembered –

Walking home. A bright flash. A metallic screech. 

"Oh," I whispered. "I died..." 

The hard cold truth of it rang inside my soul.

Monika's head shot up immediately. /"What?!"/

I flipped the phone over so the screen could see the countryside I was seeing, and through the motion I could that Monika hastily tried to cling to the edge of the phone just to be able to look at me for a little while longer. She was starving for any form of human contact, for the first time ever now able to interact with the world beyond her little box. 

Guiltily I turned my smartphone back towards me after a few moments. "Monika…"

She cringed at me. /"Please tell me you were joking."/

"It's worse than that, Monika. I remember dying. I was HIT BY A TRUCK."

She balled her fists up and held them close to her face defensively. /"No…"/

I understood now what that nagging feeling was about. I shook my head sadly looked up with my eyes closed. The warmth of the sun caressed my face. An unfamiliar star. 

"We are both fans of literature. You know as well as I do what that means. To wake up in a strange place feeling so new and strange in our bodies. To /have/ a body. There is one possible explanation. There are consequences for this..."

/"No… please! No! God, no!"/

"A new life. A new world. THIS IS OUR BULLSHIT ISEKAI ADVENTURE, MONIKA!" I roared out.

Inside the smartphone, inside her home - her very brain - everything in the digital library I've been collection spoke implications to her in all their terrifying millions of words. We could be in anything from a shitty web novel world where the rule of the strong was literal physical law and full of petty assholes willing to kill and exterminate whole sects and villages for little insults, to a loser's literal slave harem fantasy, to a land menaced by a Demon God with summoned heroes being used as a scapegoat for actual systemic crimes of the nobility, and all sorts of shitty power fantasy in between.

It sure would be nice if we were the protagonists, but we both actually had backstories of our own instead of being a bland reader surrogate. I'm sorry, Monika. 

This might even be a deconstruction. 

Monika clutched her head and began screaming. The birds on the tree branches above all flew off, loudly chirping in distress. 

--

Briefly, I thought of a poem.

/A life stranger than this/
/Is made of poorly constructed tropes/
/Be careful about what you wish for/
/There's no happiness to be found beyond the literature club​/

--

In another world with the most interesting smartphone! 

Behold the antics of Zah Playa Von Chara, someone actually prepared for his isekai adventure, and Monika, the traumatized AI living in his smartphone. They bring a new perspective into a tired old genre! Follow them along this Reconstruction of a cliche harem isekai story, bringing their unique brand of laugh-out-loud hilarity, innovative battles, real drama, and real consequences for every decision! 

Updates weekdays at 6AM GMT+8. 



- Disclaimer:
Isekai wa Smartphone To Tomo Ni is (c)Patora Fuyuhara. Doki Doki Literature Club is (c)Dan Salvato. All other properties copyright by their respective owners. This is a work of derivative fiction meant for non-profit purposes only.

So I would like to address the state of the book now and going forwards, just so everything is in the clear and people know what to expect going forwards. 

Currently I'm only writing this book as something to do when I have a few minutes to myself before or after work and as such I'm writing it for me rather than you the reader. I consider this my story and will not be changing anything I decide to add to it, no matter the pressure put on me by the reader.  For example I could kill your favourite character and they would stay dead (Unless the plot originally had them survive, e.g hidden power), it would suck but like I said, it is my narrative. 

There will be polls  and a auxiliary chapter so you can make your own characters and that will allow you guys to influence the story however for the time being that sort of thing will be the only the reader can influence it. 

Another thing I'm going to address now is the release rate for the book, as previously stated this book is something for me to do after work and I do not really expect it to get big enough to provide me with any money (E.g Patr eon.) so releases will stay scattered while I work to get enough money to live on. 

Finally I would like to discuss criticisms or improvements you would like to see in the book, I will be adding an Auxiliary chapter where you guys can comment what you would like to see worked on or more of added in the future. I know there isn't a lot of chapters out to judge right now however it is easy to get this stuff set up before the book gets any bigger. I ask that only constructive criticism be placed in the chapter as being a dick about things doesn't really help, all it does is waste both of our time. 

Ok so this is statement or whatever you would like to call it is done, I wanted to let  this out so people who do not like the stuff mentioned above can abandon ship before more chapters are released.

Thanks for reading and have a good day!

Rewrite of DanMachi: The rise of Death.

What if Bell wasn't the strongest person in Danmachi? What if there was a hidden talent that had to play down his abilities? What if he no longer wanted to remain in the shadows?

Jerome, known as "7" around the world was an internationally known mercenary that operated before the gods descended. He was slain by Ares and forced to reincarnate in the future.

 He was killed due to his distrust of the gods and the threat his magic would be to the world that they wanted to create.

What will happen when he  clashes with the Gods once more? Will one bow to the other or will they mutually ensure each others destruction?

this chapter is specifically for notes about reader, about this book, and background knowledge on scp's if needed by the reader. my descriptions on the scp's are short, just having the necessary information. if you want the full descriptions, find them on the scp foundation's website. 

notes and stuff that readers need to read for background will be lowercase and the actual story will be normal. [REDACTED] chapters are author's notes or chapters not related to the book.

in case some don't know, a thaumiel in the scp foundation is an scp that assists in keeping other scp's locked away or help learn more about an scp thanks to their abilities. 

reader will always be referred to as scp-1768, the original scp-1768 being a crack scp, literally. the original scp is a trope on the whole "step on a crack, and you break your mother's back" thing. what type of scp the reader is (safe, euclid, keter, or just thaumiel) will depend on the chapter.

in certain chapters, the reader might be a doctor or a guard or a random human for story purposes, and i will specify which chapters those are. 

some scp's will be a platonic love and other's might be romantic love, it depends on the scp and logically if a romantic relationship could happen with the scp.

also with certain scp's, the love will not always be a good and healthy love. there will be topics like obsession, abuse, stalking and things that pertain the yandere trope. some chapters will include dark topics like murder, ****, suicide and other things bad. i will put a warning on the chapter and what it will include, but it is up to you to not read those if they could trigger you.

some chapters may have a title. for instance, 073's oneshot has a title, "His Touch". it's based on the theme of what his touch feels like for the reader, and not in a sexual way, jesus people. like how his touch is scary, then it's comforting. that type of thing. most won't have titles unless they have an actual plot to it.

you have a fascination with abandoned places and demons, and your brother had just happened upon an abandoned above-ground bunker with a history of demons. so you go exploring, intrigued by the demonic stories.

but you accidentally set free two demons locked away in this abandoned bunker. one seemed to take a liking to you, and the demon was nice to you.

you were a naive little one, awfully sympathetic to the demon that was locked away for many years. maybe you liked him? time would tell.

~*~

demon x reader
pauxillulus is “tiny” in latin
updates at random

Uhhh.... This won't be much of a chapter but this is where I set the ground rules and everything. It's not optional to read it but this is just me putting out a disclaimer about how I operate. 

First thing to know is that I'm still a student so I will have problems trying to consistently release chapters so uhhh I suggest that maybe you wait until I complete volume 1 before reading otherwise you'll probably beat your head against the wall in frustration.( hah haven't even started writing and already shamelessly saying that this will be a good novel) I'll aim for a release rate of 15 chapters per month but I'm not sure if that's gonna happen but I'll try 

Uh second thing to note is that anyone planning to write a book is free to borrow ideas from my novel if that helps. The reason why I have written this novel is cause of the amount of shitty novels floating around in this website so I aim to make this the best I can produce and if you are going to borrow my ideas you have at least try to make it a good novel I don't want my ideas to be used badly making them trash so if you gonna use my ideas make it a good novel if you're not going to use my ideas make it a good novel. To anyone wanting to write a novel I sincerely wish you luck and please don't make it premium. It sucks how all the good novels have to be paid for. 


Third is that I hope that the ones commenting will be respectful and blah blah blah. If you all are reading such novels I'm assuming you guys are mature. Don't turn the comments section into your personal battle ground. While you are welcome to criticise my work please don't go overboard. Suggestions on the story are also welcomed.

Last one I promise. This will be a list of promises I wish to keep and something I hope you reader will hold me accountable for. 

1. Never turn this book into a premium pay to read book. While early releases may be charged ,the basic rate of 15 chapters ( no promises but it will probably increase) per month will be free of charge 

2. Never give this book up. Even if turns out shitty I will never stop stop this book half way. If this book turns out to be bad give me suggestions on how to improve it. I promise that I will finish this book.

3. Well.... since I've made two promises it's only fair that you give me one promise. I hope that you as a reader can be what I call a good reader. That is one that criticises the work instead for the author, one that corrects others instead of putting them down and calling them stupid and since I'm giving my all to this book I hope that you will consider voting with your power stones.


That's the end of this introduction chapter. Wish me luck.

Aron Schneider, king of the land. His kingdom stretches as far as the eye can see and perhaps further. Many see only his present self, and often forget that Aron has only risen to power after countless struggles which tempered his mind and soul. With his own efforts he rose, from a lowly peasant to the king that he is. This is his story.






This is my first novel, just giving writing a try. Updates may be inconsistent but if this book makes it big I will never put it on premium. The only reason why I’m writing a novel now is because I’m frustrated with the amount of good premium-less novels. So uh gonna give writing a try. Maybe something nice will come out of this, who knows ?

Hello everyone. I'm here to inform you that 3 of my book series are available in Amazon Kindle already. I put in 4-8 hours a day into writing, working on multiple series. Financial support is of course always helpful at such a dedicated writing journey, so i can bring you more content like this, even quicker.

This book series will be available as a paperback as soon as i complete this book. But for now, you can support me by buying the digital version for 0.99$. 

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07YNHLX26/ref=mp_s_a_1_4?keywords=skyrim&qid=1570098921&s=digital-text&sr=1-4

Extinction is near. The end is close for the Legendary Snow Elves.
Nords, took their land and a mass massacre followed.
The remaining survivors spread in small camps, hidding in the woods, in ruins or caves.
Just for some of them to meet a bitter end from the monsters who called those places their home.



But. Yet there is hope.
In this first Era of Tamriel, in the year 420. A Hero arose.
Dovakhiin. A Snow Elf that can speak the language of Dragons. Such raw power, able to turn the tides in battle and able to bring end to his own kind as well. A careful approach is mandatory without doubt.
Such power, can stop the Nordic revolution.
Such power can help the remaining Snow Elves build a hidden base and repopulate without fatal circumstances. To grow,  To overcome, or even to take back their land.
Will they be sucessful or will they completely banish from existence?
Only one way to find out.





Update rate:
Minimum: 4 times a week.
Goal: 7 Times a week.
Chapter Length: 1000 Words.
(Worth nothing that my Update rate here is slower because i have a 28 times a week goal at my other book, ELECTUS.)

After Du Ang left, Fang Zhao examined his office carefully.
Apart from his office desk and mini-computer, the most glaring items were a row of bookcases.
Very few people read physical books these days, but there were still a few. Some folks liked to go retro, others liked the look and feel of paper.
The bookshelves in the office held up to some 10,000 volumes. Some of them looked new, some were dog-eared from repeated use. Perhaps it was the improvement of paper quality, but Fang Zhao didn’t see any damaged pages. Or maybe the damaged books had already been replaced with new ones.
Who knew how many department heads the bookshelves had survived.
Fang Zhao scanned the collection. Most of the books were about virtual idols, including volumes covering the history of virtual idols, technological advancements in the field, and aesthetic design.
"Virtual Idols and Their Cultural Characteristics," "The Aesthetics of the Virtual Idol Body," "Emotional Expression in the Virtual Idol," "An Introduction to the Reg Dimension," and so on.
Fang Zhao picked a book about the cultural development of virtual idols and began reading in his office chair.
The office was much nicer than his surroundings on the black street. There were no distractions. He had enough light with the window open; he didn’t need to turn on a light.
Browsing the book, Fang Zhao could sense how far along the entertainment industry had come. The virtual revolution began in the 206th year of the New Era, when the so-called "father of virtual idols" invented the "Reg Dimension," which launched virtual idols onto the big stage. The open competition between real celebrities and virtual idols marked the pinnacle of the virtual age.
"After the apocalypse, the world economy recovered rapidly. Technological advancements proliferated, among them the advent of digital technology, which converted all available data into a digital format and created a new sensory experience that encompassed sight, smell, and other human senses. Through certain algorithms and procedures, the digital revolution also paved the way for images, texts, sounds, and physical shapes that didn’t exist in the real world."
"Virtual forms derived from digital technology are a by-product of mankind’s visual era. They crossed over from the virtual world to appear life-like in front of regular people, dazzling audiences on screen and injecting life into convention centers. The Reg Dimension is undoubtedly a ground-breaking invention.
Fang Zhao was fascinated by the book’s overview of the Reg Dimension.
The Reg Dimension was a virtual world, an application blending physics and computer science, invented by the New Era’s so-called "father of virtual idols," Reg Smith, 300 years ago. Virtual idols were created with this program.
Three hundred years ago, Reg Smith revolutionized virtual technology with the invention of the Reg Dimension, which enabled future digital artists to craft better and more realistic virtual forms.
The Reg Dimension encompassed billions of colors, overcoming the limitations of digital projection, making the movement of virtual idols smoother and more natural. Regardless of vantage point, they looked like real humans when beamed into life.
To quote the book: "The creation of a virtual idol is the process of creating an image in the virtual world and breathing life into it."
Virtual idols born into the Reg Dimension were refreshed by new ideas digital artists brought to the table and advancements in digital technology.
In the past 300 years, virtual technology has gone through countless upgrades that have perfected the virtual idol, but all these breakthroughs were built on the foundation of the Reg Dimension. You could say the Reg Dimension was the cornerstone of virtual technology.
Reg Smith created the Reg Dimension, laying the groundwork for the golden age of virtual idols, but 300 years later, Reg Smith and the golden age were long gone. That wasn't the program’s fault. The key was human talent.
Human expertise was the driving force behind the Reg Dimension, the "hand of god" that shaped virtual idols.
If he had the choice, Fang Zhao would've loved to time travel to 300 years ago and see the golden age of virtual idols for himself, the period so well-documented in books and film. Footage wouldn’t leave as deep of an impression as the real thing.
Back in the real world, Fang Zhao had a problem on his hands. He could find the technical expertise, but first he had to decide what his virtual idol would look like.
The book said, "In the Reg Dimension, you’re an artist with a pencil or a sculptor with a chisel, ready to bring your dreams to life."
Fang Zhao’s dilemma: what would he draw or sculpt if he had a pen or chisel?
Just as Fang Zhao was deep in thought, he had visitors—three of them, no less.
The head of the arrangement department, Ya Erlin, operations head Julian, and the head of back office operations, Bu Lai, showed up together.
"Geez, what a rare sight it is to see someone on this floor again." Ya Erlin raised his seemingly boneless finger and pointed at the corners of the office. "It’s still too empty."
"No worries. It’s Fang Zhao, right?" The head of back office operations, Bu Lai, assumed a paternal tone. "I’ll have a sofa shipped over tomorrow. Let me know if you need anything else. As long as it’s not too much trouble, I’ll take care of it."
"Don’t be a stranger with Bu Lai. He’s got tons of funding. Siphon off a little and you can take care of things," Julian joked.
The trio were curious about the project. They also felt that it was poor form to assign such a dead-end project to a newcomer, not to mention the newcomer who performed the best in the new talent contest. Wasn’t this hazing?
Even though they felt bad, they would never take on the project themselves. All Bu Lai was offering was to throw some resources his way. They didn’t want to touch the project itself.
"Fang Zhao, I know your expertise is composition. How much do you know about virtual idols?" Julian asked.
When it came to their age, Fang Zhao was much older than even Bu Lai, the oldest of the group, but he was trapped in a young body. Sensing their patronizing attitude, Fang Zhao didn’t take the conversation seriously. As for Julian’s question, Fang Zhao pondered and said, "Virtual idols are like Xun Huai and Fei Lisi."
The three department heads went silent for several seconds. That was a tough comment to follow up on.
After a while, Julian joked, "Don’t set your bar too high, young man. Otherwise you’ll be disappointed.
Everyone knew the other two Big Three companies excelled at producing virtual idols, especially Tongshan True Entertainment. Anyone they launched drew tens of millions of fans. Xun Huai was another success. They had even started putting him in movies, which meant he would become even more popular. The two-bit virtual idols of Silver Wing were no match.
"There’s no need to set your sights on Xun Huai and Fei Lisi. Ai, just do your best. If you fail, we won’t blame you," Bu Lai said with a sigh.
Hovering in the horizon, Ya Erlin rolled his eyes. Sure, they wouldn’t blame Fang Zhao, but the higher ups were a different story.
"Do the three of you have favorite virtual idols?"
"Of course." Ya Erlin was about to say something but pretended to laugh instead. "That was so long ago. It’s not worth mentioning."
Fang Zhao shifted his gaze to Julian and Bu Lai. The two of them weren’t in a sharing mood either.
"We were just concerned. Fang Zhao, we gotta get back to work." Bu Lai waved and headed out.
"I should get going too."
"Me too."
Julian and Ya Erlin followed suit. Barely out the door, Ya Erlin was glad he had stopped his train of thought. If he said too much and Fang Zhao created a virtual idol based on his ideas, he would be blamed for the failed project too.
"Thank God I caught myself. Thank God."
After the three department heads left, Fang Zhao was just a few more pages into his book when another person showed up.
The new arrival was about 30. His beard was a mess and his palm-length hair resembled a mop. There was a mark on his face, probably made when he fell asleep on his desk. This was the lone staffer Du Ang had mentioned.
"How are you? I’m Zu Wen, a technician in the virtual idol department."
"I’m Fang Zhao, the new producer." Fang Zhao signaled Zu Wen to find himself a chair.
Zu Wen pulled up a chair casually and sat down, legs spread. "I know about you. The whole department has heard."
Fang Zhao knew his new reputation didn’t stem from the new talent contest. Even though the competition was important to newcomers, it wasn't not so important to other staffers. He had an idea where his newfound renown derived from.
The whole company knew that the virtual idol project had been dumped onto a newcomer from the composition department. It was a hot topic on internal message boards. A techie like Zu Wen had to be up to date.
"So we’re the only two people left on the project?" Fang Zhao asked.
"Yep, it’s just us two," Zu Wen responded lackadaisically. "There used to be three more people. They applied for transfers this morning when they heard you were assigned to the project."
So before Fang Zhao’s arrival, the virtual idol department hadn’t been gutted entirely. There were four staffers this morning. The department hadn’t had a manager since last year’s project failed. The last department head/producer was still hospitalized. Word has it he took the failure hard and was mired in deep depression. He’d been resting in the hospital since. No one knew exactly how he was doing.
Since they didn’t have a boss, the staffers behaved like carefree shepherds, signing in and then napping and gaming until the workday was over. Their pay wasn’t great, but it didn’t require much effort.
After word spread that the department was being revived, the three staffers fled.
"Why did you decide to stay?" Fang Zhao asked. "How come everyone else left and you decided to stay?"
"I didn’t transfer in time," Zu Wen said with a yawn. "I fell asleep writing my transfer application. I just woke up."
Fang Zhao: "…..."
No wonder Du Ang didn’t lash out at Zu Wen when he caught him napping. He was probably afraid that he would scare off the final employee.
Zu Wen kept yawning. Fang Zhao suddenly asked, "You follow any pop stars?"
"You mean the virtual idols that are active on the internet these days?"
"Yes, but older ones count too."
"If that’s the case, no." Zu Wen flashed his white teeth. "Because I’m a Reg Dimension technician.
Fang Zhao remembered reading in his book that most Reg Dimension technicians shared the same mindset: I only worship the idols I create. The existing pop idols on the market were created by others. My idol has to be the product of my own imagination.


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

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