To kill someone, you must also destroy their spirit.
[Red Fox]: So we're not going to do anything?
【The Dream Weaver of Hell】: Do nothing? No, we should help them.
[Red Fox]: ? ? ?
【Dream Weaver of Hell】: Posting an announcement.
Instead of resorting to insults, one could simply say, "I'm delighted to see that 'The Ferryman' inspires my peers' creative endeavors."
We have always been tolerant of such tributes and derivative works.
Only a hell vast enough can accommodate all sorts of imitators.
P.S.: Readers are advised to read the original work first, then any derivative works, to avoid confusion regarding the world-building.
[Dream Weaver of Hell]: They want to piggyback on my popularity, right? I'll just expand the traffic pool.
When the readers who were lured in discovered that the product didn't match the description,
My "magnanimous" announcement is the final brick that will crush them.
【Dream Weaver of Hell】: If they want to build a "ferry universe", then let them build it.
However, in the end, there will only be one sun at the center of this universe.
Red Fox felt goosebumps rise all over his body when he read the last sentence.
It was a thrilling feeling of being dominated by absolute confidence and absolute power.
[Red Fox]: Understood.
After finishing his chat with Red Fox, Lin Que leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.
a long time,
Lin Que looked out the window, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of clouds.
Looking towards that distant and unreachable space and time.
He silently recited it to himself, with three parts apology and seven parts reverence.
"Teacher Little Lucky Heaven, and Teacher Claire."
And all the works I 'borrowed,' the predecessors of that world.
Lin Que murmured softly.
"Initially, it was just for survival, for making money."
To give my parents a better life and free them from the worries of daily necessities.
He recalled the lunch table at noon,
The way his mother, Wang Xiulian, beamed with joy because he "knew a great writer"
I recall my father, Lin Jianguo, quietly straightening his back because his son was successful.
But now, it seems there's something else added.
Perhaps, when a story can give a privileged girl like Ye Xi the courage to break free from constraints,
When it could offer a sliver of comfort to those complete strangers in the comments section of *New Tide* magazine late at night,
This matter itself transcends the meaning of money.
Now that they've put on this "god" hat, in order to prevent it from falling and injuring their family members,
He had to make this god appear even more real than the real one.
"I assure you all."
Lin Que's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a rare firmness.
"Now that I have brought these stories into the world, I will never dishonor them."
I will let the people of this world know.
What is true fear? What is true salvation?
What is... true literature?
"This is the only work I, the fire thief, can do to pass on the fire."
Lin Que put away his thoughts.
Looking at the stack of review materials and mock exam papers piled up to half a person's height on the corner of the table,
My temples started to ache slightly.
He can stir up the world in the turbulent literary world.
But the mock exam papers in the real world are like an unshakable mountain.
"Alright."
Lin Que sighed resignedly.
He pulled a brand-new "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" book out of his schoolbag.
"First, resolve the principal contradiction."
After ferrying others across,
It's time to look back and check my final grades.
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