The air in the classroom felt as if it had been sucked out.

The phrase "From this day forward, there will be no more ghosts in the world" still seems to echo in my ears.

Lin Que remained slumped over the table, his breathing even.

It seems that the turbulent waves in the outside world have nothing to do with him.

The walk back to the office was short, but Shen Qingqiu felt like she had walked for a long time.

Until you sit down in the chair,

When her fingertips touched the cold tabletop, she realized that her palms were covered in cold sweat.

"Is this really an ending that a human could write?"

Shen Qingqiu asked himself this question.

It's not a happy ending, it's not a tragedy.

Rather, it is a near-divine dictatorship.

Yang Jian transformed himself into the biggest ghost.

They suppressed all the turmoil in the world with absolute terror.

This concept and this scope completely exceeded her understanding of online novels.

If "The Ferryman" is about finding a glimmer of light in despair...

"Humanity is Like Hell" transforms despair itself into order.

at the same time,

Beijing, headquarters of Hongguo Reading Network.

"It's collapsed! It's completely collapsed!"

The head of the technical department rushed into the conference room, sweating profusely:

"Mr. Zhou! The server is completely down!"

The traffic just now was twenty times the usual amount! Two backup lines even burned out!

In the conference room, Chief Content Officer Zhou Tong and Editor-in-Chief Honghu looked at each other in bewilderment.

On the big screen,

The graph that originally displayed real-time data has now become a straight upward vertical line.

Then, it came to an abrupt end.

"Twenty times..."

Zhou Tong's hand holding the teacup was trembling.

I didn't even feel the scalding hot tea splashed on the back of my hand.

Red Fox swallowed hard, his voice hoarse:

"Mr. Zhou, the last data compiled by the backend just now..."

The final chapter of "Human World is Like Prison" has a read completion rate of... 99.8%.

Zhou Tong slammed the teacup in his hand onto the table with a loud crash.

99.8%.

This means that almost everyone who started reading this book from the beginning has finished the entire book.

"They've created a god..."

Zhou Tong muttered to himself, his eyes gradually shifting from shock to fervor.

"No, this is the return of the true god! Quick! Notify the public relations department!"

Issue a press release! Praise the 'Dream Weaver of Hell' to the skies!

Tell the entire internet, this is a miracle in the history of online literature!

...

The Jiangsu Provincial Writers Association Building.

The usually quiet and solemn office area,

At that moment, the phone was ringing incessantly, creating complete chaos.

"Chairman! The data on Redfruit.com has overflowed, and the server has crashed twice!"

The secretary rushed into the office, nearly dropping her tablet computer.

Gu Changfeng sat behind his large desk, holding a purple clay teapot in his hands, his brows furrowed.

On the computer screen in front of him, the final chapter of "Human World is Like Hell" was displayed.

"What's the panic?"

Gu Changfeng put down the teapot, but his hand trembled slightly, and a few drops of tea splashed onto the table.

"It's not that we're panicking, it's that the literary criticism world is in an uproar!"

The secretary handed over the tablet.

"Look, several veteran critics in Beijing have spoken out."

Gu Changfeng glanced at it.

[Renowned commentator Lao Zhao: This is heretical! It's a provocation against traditional morality! What kind of values ​​are these, letting a "ghost" set the rules?]

[Editor-in-Chief of Vanguard Literature: Genius! Absolute genius! This is true realist magic!]

The Dream Weaver of Hell tore away the veil of hypocrisy, telling us that sometimes what maintains order is not love, but fear!

The two sides were locked in a fierce debate, the tension so high it was almost suffocating.

Gu Changfeng took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.

"This kid..."

He muttered to himself.

"They really dare to write that."

I initially thought he was just someone who wrote ghost stories to scare children.

Unexpectedly, this final touch elevated the book to a philosophical level.

He offered his body to the ghosts, and his power lasted for eternity.

This kind of spirit even made him, an old man who had been writing traditional literature for decades, feel a chill down his spine.

"Chairman, should our Writers' Association make a statement?"

The secretary asked cautiously.

Gu Changfeng remained silent for a moment, then put his glasses back on, his gaze becoming profound.

"No comment is the best comment."

He pointed to the ID on the screen.

"This Hell Dream Weaver, like that Jian Shen, is a 'monster' we need to pay close attention to."

The literary world is likely about to undergo a dramatic transformation.

...