This is definitely not the lukewarm warmth of "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store".

This is a flower that blooms in despair, carrying the scent of blood, yet all the more beautiful.

"Seeing the depths..."

Shen Qingqiu looked at the rain and murmured to herself.

"Just how many worlds are contained in your head?"

...

The Suyin Magazine.

Editor-in-Chief's Office.

Fu Bencai stared at the magazine "New Tide" on the table.

He didn't even notice the cigarette ash falling onto his finely woven trousers.

The office was eerily quiet.

The editors opposite him remained silent, not daring to raise their heads.

"In just half a day, the first printing of 350,000 copies in Jiangcheng sold out completely! The online discussion has reached fever pitch!"

Fu Bencai pointed at the computer screen, his fingers trembling.

Look at these comments!

On the screen, the Weibo hashtag #Ferryman# has already climbed to the top of the trending topics list.

[@TheBook-EatingCat: I'm speechless! I thought it was inspirational, but it turned out to be poison mixed with sugar!]

Mr. Mikami, are you a devil? You killed off the female lead right at the beginning?!

[@MidnightReading: This is amazing! The wasteland setting is absolutely brilliant!]

If this is what the afterlife is like, then I hope my ferryman is a handsome guy.

[@Literary critic Lao Zhao: If "The Relief of Worries" is a hand that comforts mortals, then "The Ferryman" is a lamp that guides the souls of the dead.]

The profound skill in writing goes far beyond what can be summarized by the word "healing." This is the mark of a master!

Fu Bencai looked at these comments, his face turning ashen.

He originally thought that as long as the channels were blocked,

If we get a few more people to control public opinion, a small magazine like "New Tide" won't be able to cause any trouble.

But he underestimated the power of the content itself.

In this era where content is king, true masterpieces cannot be suppressed.

"Editor-in-chief, should we... continue to find people to write smear articles?"

One of the editors asked cautiously.

"Write my ass!"

He cursed after paying the principal.

"Going to criticize them now is just giving them free publicity! Do you think they're not selling fast enough?"

He slumped back into his chair and lit a cigarette.

This time, he really misjudged the situation.

That guy named Jian Shen wasn't some newcomer who needed to be mentored at all; he was a tiger that had already grown up.

He tried to leash a tiger with a dog leash.

That's ridiculous.

...

Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School

Grade 11 (3)

During recess, the classroom was in complete chaos.

"Wow! Have you guys seen 'The Ferryman'? It's so heartbreaking!"

"Where was the abuse? I think Tristan is super handsome, okay!"

A cold, aloof bodyguard falls in love with me—I'm totally shipping this!

"Lin Que, have you seen it?"

Zhang Ya turned her head, holding a magazine.

Do you think Dylan will eventually make it out of the wasteland?

Lin Que was catching up on sleep while lying on the table when he heard this, and lazily opened one eye.

"I think so."

How did you know?

"because……"

Lin Que yawned.

Love can transcend life and death.

"Tch, here we go again."

Although Zhang Ya expressed her disdain, her eyes shone with excitement.

"But Mr. Jian Shen wrote really well. The imagery of that wasteland is just like watching a movie."

Lin Que chuckled inwardly.

Of course, like in movies,

This is a bestseller from a previous life, tested by countless readers.

Just then, Wu Di rushed in through the back door, holding his phone and looking terrified.

"Breaking news! Breaking news!"

"What happened? Was there an earthquake?"

"no!"

Wu Di rushed up to Lin Que and shoved his phone in his face.

"Brother Que, look! The Dream Weaver of Hell posted on Weibo!"

Lin Que was taken aback.

When did he post on Weibo? How come he didn't know?

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the official Weibo account of Hongguo.com had reposted a book review of "Human World is Like Prison" along with a picture.

The image shows Yang Jian standing on ruins in the novel "Human World is Like Prison," with the caption:

Hell is empty; all the devils are here on earth.

In the comments section, a fake account with the ID "Hell's Dream Weaver" posted a comment:

[I heard the guy next door wrote about a wasteland? Ha, that's my territory.]

This comment was pushed to the top, and below it were fans of both sides arguing.

[Fans of Jian Shen: I'm taking my author away, no thanks! Horror novelists, don't try to ride on my coattails!]

[Dream Weaver's fans: Who's riding on whose coattails? When our Dream Weaver became famous, your Jian Shen was still making chicken soup for the soul!]

[Passerby: Fight! Fight! I want to see Yang Jian go to the wasteland and chop Tristan down!]

Lin Que's lips twitched again.

This generation of netizens is really dramatic.

"Brother Que, do you think these two gaming legends have a grudge against each other?"

Wu Di looked like he was looking for gossip.

"The smell of gunpowder is really strong."

Lin Que rubbed his temples and spoke nonsense with a straight face:

"Maybe. Perhaps they were enemies in their past lives, and they're locked in a love-hate relationship in this one."

"A love-hate relationship?"

Wu Di shivered.

"Wow, that's too much."

Lin Que smiled and turned to look out the window.

The rain stopped, and the dark clouds dispersed.

A beam of golden sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the playground.

Just like the golden wasteland described in "The Ferryman".

He not only wants to grow roses in this cultural desert, but also to build a tower to heaven here.

Jian Shen was responsible for providing directions at the top of the tower.

The Dream Weaver of Hell is responsible for suppressing evil spirits at the bottom of the tower.

Speaking of which,

Now that the base of the tower is solid, it's time to climb up the tower a bit more.

...