Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"The first is the issue of writing style. The concentration of Secondary 2 is too high. At first glance, it seems that you started writing in middle school, right? You have to consider your readership. Secondly, there is the grammar. As a foreigner, I can see that this is full of errors and omissions. Ah! No one buys compositions written by primary school students. Even if there are, the editorial department will not accept them. And then there is the setting issue..."

Sakurai Akira stood nervously beside the young man without saying a word, his face burning as he listened to the man's criticism of his novel.

He didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his face must be flushed right now.

The young man raised his head and said with a serious expression: "The setting of Son of Light and Darkness is too middle-class. I think it can be changed to an ordinary young man, and then as the story develops, his life experience will be slowly revealed. For example, his father actually He is the strongest person in the last era, and his grandfather is a high-ranking member of the enemy. The reason why he can always be unruly is precisely because his grandfather is secretly taking care of him, and the younger brothers below have to give his grandfather face... What do you think?"

Hearing this, Sakurai Akira finally couldn't help but said: "Then why is it set as an ordinary person at the beginning?"

"Because most of your readers are ordinary people, you have to give them a sense of belonging at first!"

The young man spread his hands and said,

"Then we will slowly dig into his life experience, giving readers a feeling of 'Oh shit, the protagonist is so awesome that I fell in love with him.' After all, the current mainstream is still bloodline theory. Why are you better than others if you have no background and no bloodline? Full of justice and passion?"

Sakurai Akira was silent: "What bloodline brings is not necessarily power..."

"for example?"

"Cage, imprisonment, and always only a corner of the sky." Akira Sakurai said softly.

When Akira Sakurai was a child, she often sat in the middle of the playground and looked up at the sky.

But when he raised his head, he always saw the same square sky above his head.

He sat on the lawn and named each cloud. However, the clouds with names were gone the next day, leaving him still sitting on the lawn.

Only then did he realize that that corner of the sky was all he had.

"Young people understand very deeply and thoroughly!" The other party looked pleased.

Sakurai Akira smiled bitterly. He didn't know where this guy came from, but just that glance could make him lose the ability to resist. I'm afraid the other person is also a member of the family, and he is also a mixed race with noble blood.

The law enforcers have said that they only inherit "junk blood", while the law enforcers inherit "elite blood".

Junk ancestry increases the risk of rampage.

And elite blood gives hybrids unparalleled abilities.

The latter are born to be superior to ordinary people.

The former is destined to be imprisoned in this caring school from birth.

How can people who are born to embrace the beautiful world understand moles like them who hide in the dark and cannot see the light?

The sound of turning pages came again.

The young man asked casually: "Did you draw these illustrations?"

He looked through the exercise book, and there were blue pen words written in every corner, as well as comics drawn with pen.

The adventurous boy is carrying a giant sword as tall as a person, with an enchanted short gun strapped to his thigh, and a tall dark god standing behind him; there is also a ponytailed girl with a Japanese sword and a pulley at her feet.

This is an adventure story about the adventure story of Sakurai Akira, the son of light and darkness. He named his sword Blue Judgment, and the enchanted short gun was called Doomsday End. His route is to open the door to the sky channel and open up the star sea route. For this reason, he continued to train himself to defeat the martial god Fa Yinming who sealed the sky channel.

During his long journey, he met Leila, the colorless elf. G. Nami.

Since then, I have formed a fateful bond with this girl with a ponytail and a knife...

This is a story about a middle school student, but it is full of a boy’s burning ambition and low self-esteem from childhood to adulthood.

He poured all his beautiful fantasies and longing for future life into this novel.

So beautiful... yet so mean.

Sakurai Akira replied in a dull voice.

"How about... you stop writing novels and switch to illustration?" the young man suggested, scratching his head.

Akira Sakurai said cautiously: "Do you think I have talent in painting?"

He thought to himself that if this was the case, maybe if he practiced hard for another eighteen years, when he entered the society at the age of forty, he might be able to become a famous illustrator...

"No, I just think your illustrations are at least better than your novels, even if they are half as good as others." The young man shrugged.

Sakurai Akira lowered his head again and remained silent.

"Okay, okay, I'm kidding you." The young man stood up, put his arm around his shoulders, and pulled him to the window. "By the way, isn't this the first floor? Why are there iron bars around the window?"

"Prevent us from running around." Sakurai Akira said expressionlessly.

"Running around? Aren't you an adult in your 20s?" The young man looked stunned.

"We... inherited a rubbish bloodline, and there is a risk of going berserk at any time. Security personnel will come to lock the iron door every night." Sakurai Akira's expression gradually dimmed.

Because he inherited a rubbish bloodline, he was sent to Guancare School after the bloodline identification was completed when he was five years old. His parents never visited him; so law enforcers would come to judge him every year, and his head would always be hanging over his head. He holds the Sword of Damocles; so he will live in a cave for the rest of his life, hiding in the darkness and living a humble life...

If birth could be a choice, Sakurai Akira would definitely not want to be born.

"Trash bloodline?" the young man asked calmly, "Who said that?"

"Law enforcers... we people are born as ghosts, the most despicable kind."

Sakurai Akira murmured, as if he was back in a nightmare.

In the dream, there was a ghost hidden in his heart. Under the overwhelming rain, in the cold and humid rainy night, the ghost crawled out of his body and looked at the world with hatred. The law enforcers held swords in their hands, cutting through the wind and rain, roaring Then split him and the ghost apart...

That was the deepest fear buried in his heart, and he would dream about it every rainy night.

Every rainy night when he woke up, he listened to the patter of rain outside the house, and huddled in the corner in fear. With no one to rely on, he could only hug himself tightly, imagining that someone would hug him and keep him warm.

The room was silent.

The young man didn't answer the call again.

His eyes were blurred and melancholy, looking at the sky that was cut into pieces by the iron railings with clear lines.

Is this the world of ghosts?

The sky is blue and clear, but there is always only one corner, just like the frog at the bottom of the well.

But the frog at the bottom of the well is happy, because it thinks that the world only has this corner of the sky, and it owns the whole world.

But ghosts are different. They know the vastness of the world, but they can only look at their own corner of the sky, daydreaming about whether the sky in the distance will be clearer...

So in the eyes of that girl, the world is like a gem protected by snakes, dangerous and beautiful.

She imagined her own world in the anime, but she was extremely eager to get out of the prison and see the real world outside...

If Akira Sakurai is a dangerous ghost, that girl is a very evil ghost.

She shouldn't have been born at all, and there was only one reason for her to be born, and that was to be a sacrifice for the birth of the new king...

Sakurai Akira suddenly trembled.

He felt the majesty and anger in the air, a majesty that was far superior to the law enforcers, and an anger that seemed to ignite the world!

He raised his head in fear and saw the young man next to him staring at him.

The dark golden pupils are burning with the torch that will overturn the world!

"Do you want to change together?" The hoarse voice was as low as thunder.

"Change...what?" Sakurai Akira asked subconsciously.

The young man slowly stretched out his hand to him, as if he was handing a light that the mole could never see in his life.

"The future, life, the world... everything is good, anything is possible, as long as you want it!"

Sakurai Akira retreated subconsciously, "No... no... what I inherited is..."

"Raise your head!" A cold and stern voice suddenly sounded, "Why should others deny and control your life? Only those with power are qualified to decide the future. Do you only dare to write your dreams in novels?"

Sakurai Akira stood there blankly, with a dry throat and said: "I...I...can I?"

The young man hugged him gently and whispered in his ear:

"I don't know, but if you don't even dare to try some things, then you will always be a waste. If you lose even hope, what are you left with? There is only overwhelming darkness, and you want to spend your whole life A mole?"

He spoke in a low voice, but like a roaring lion, every word was deafening!

"No...I don't want to! I didn't do anything wrong! Why should I be locked up here just because I inherited the wrong bloodline?!"

Sakurai Akira suddenly jumped to his feet and roared, hysterical, but his face was full of tears.

Those eyes burning with anger reflected the young man's figure, as if the mole had seen the blue sky and the dazzling hot sun for the first time.

The young man held out his hand to him again.

"Then let us change our destiny together."

"No one can choose where they are born, but we can decide what we want to do."

"I will promise you that I will never abandon you on this right path until we reach the other side."

Sakurai Akira held the hand while trembling all over.

At that moment, he seemed to see the warm and bright sun.

It turns out that the sun can not be so scorching the eyes, but can only warm the bodies and minds of the moles...