This endless world

Zhang Heng has been dreaming recently.

It is not a big deal to think about something during the day and dream about it at night, but what makes Zhang Heng strange is that he seems to have been dreaming the same dream all the time. In the dream, he seems to no longer be in human form, but a thing that cannot be named and difficult to describe in words, and is being besieged by several strong men.

Although the faces of most enemies cannot be seen clearly, and they cannot leave too much impression in Zhang Heng's memory, he can still vaguely remember the three strongest ones. One is a beautiful woman in palace clothes, one is a woman with glasses holding a thing similar to a millstone, with a plain face, and the last one is a majestic man who walks like a dragon and a tiger, with four elephants and beasts following behind him, surrounded by the five elements of light around his body, accompanied by the eight trigrams, and in charge of the circle. He is also the strongest among all people...

"A-choo!"

Suddenly, accompanied by a loud sneeze that shook the world, Zhang Heng woke up from his dream. All of a sudden, all the concepts of men and women, the four images, the five elements, and the eight trigrams disappeared, leaving only tears and snot all over his face, and a blurry vision of stars in front of his eyes.

After realizing that he was dreaming, Zhang Heng quickly grabbed the tissue beside him and wiped his face, and then quickly took the water cup from the bedside and swallowed a few cold medicines. After a long time waiting for the medicine to take effect, he felt that his body was better.

"What is going on..."

Zhang Heng muttered, feeling that his body had recovered some strength, and then he supported his body with his arms, leaned on the bed and covered his forehead, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside, and unlocked the screen.

However, when Zhang Heng's eyes fell on the dense messages on the screen, the headache that had just been relieved came back, and the fatigue of his body surged into his heart. At the same time, these messages also evoked his memories of what happened during this period.

Recently, Zhang Heng can be said to be quite busy... Of course, it is the kind of busy that tends to be good.

Since Zhang Heng sold the copyright of "Battle Through the Heavens" for 100,000 yuan, the popularity of this work can be said to have exceeded everyone's expectations, even Zhang Heng, the author. Not only have all kinds of subscriptions and monthly ticket results broken records, but they have also ranked at the top on various search engines. The phrase "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't bully the poor young" is even more popular on the Internet, and even this book has a tendency to go out of the circle.

Seeing that the book "Battle Through the Heavens" is so popular, Qidian.com naturally feels like a pie in the sky. As the saying goes, if you don't take what God gives you, you will suffer the consequences. The decision makers behind it will naturally not let go of this already rising trend. Soon, a series of plans such as subsequent adaptation, gamification, and film and television adaptation were put on the agenda and began to be intensively prepared.

Although Zhang Heng has sold the copyright, after all, the book is still in the process of serialization, and the subsequent plot development is inseparable from him; secondly, the corresponding promotion work also requires the full cooperation of him as the original author.

In addition, Qidian.com, for various reasons, seems to have launched this work as a typical case of the website, turned to a more diversified track, and raised a wave of funds... So Zhang Heng, who was still annoyed about "Is it too cheap to sell for 100,000 yuan", had to succumb to the power of capital and actively cooperate with the subsequent plan.

Such an important matter naturally requires Zhang Heng to come forward in person, and he has to run back and forth in several cities, so busy that he almost has no time to touch the ground, and inevitably sacrifices his sleep time. In addition, during this period, Zhang Heng also needs to play his favorite online games, play dungeons in World of Warcraft, and taste a series of resources sent to his mailbox by various unknown netizens in private chats...

The root causes of most diseases can be traced back to the lack of rest and healthy diet. Zhang Heng was originally a typical single otaku, spending most of his time in his own little world, and his daily diet could hardly be called nutritionally balanced, which invisibly laid the hidden danger of illness. After all these, he did not get enough sleep, and his body became weaker and weaker in his studies. If he didn't get sick, who would?

Fortunately, Zhang Heng was just suffering from a common cold. Although it made him feel dizzy, had a poor appetite, and had an irresistible sense of sleepiness, it was only a minor illness after all. However, during the time he was fighting a severe cold, he seemed to be constantly entangled in dreams, and he always had a sense of déjà vu in the scenes in his dreams, as if it was the world he wrote...

- Could it be that there is really such a thing as "reader resentment"?

Thinking of the urban legends that have been circulating in the author circle, and his own actions of often scolding the rich and treacherous old thieves on the Internet, Zhang Heng couldn't help but shudder. It was not until this moment that he remembered with a guilty conscience that he had not been writing seriously for a long time because he was too busy recently.

Although due to Zhang Heng's own supernatural power, as long as someone continues to follow the serialization, even if he does not need to open the computer to write and update the novel, the plot will automatically continue. But perhaps out of the "professional ethics" of an author, or perhaps with the principle of being responsible for his own works, Zhang Heng has always been controlling the general development of the plot.

But human energy is always limited, and Zhang Heng is not a hardworking person. As time goes by, he forgets about things in reality... The thriving "Battle Through the Heavens" is fine, but for "Infinite Horror" which was written at the beginning, Zhang Heng has not seen the specific progress for several months, and how the plot has developed.

It's not that Zhang Heng is a vulgar person, but the benefits between the two are completely disproportionate. Compared with "Battle Through the Heavens", which has always paid attention to controlling the development of the plot, "Infinite Horror" is equivalent to chicken ribs, which is tasteless and a pity to throw away.

If "Battle Through the Heavens" is Zhang Heng's current cash cow, a hen that can lay golden eggs and bring him a steady stream of income and fame and fortune; then "Infinite Horror" is similar to the yellow-faced woman at home, a fruit tree that can bear fruit by itself if thrown there. The significance to Zhang Heng is just less than one-tenth of the manuscript fee income compared to the former, that's all.

To be fair, such a rate of return is indeed not worth Zhang Heng's attention. It was just that the dreams during this period reminded Zhang Heng of this book again, and by the way, he remembered the books that he had cheated out of after the original "Magic Century", including "Legend of the Machine God", "Miracle Flash", "Song of the Great Thousand Worlds", and "The Song of the Mad Singing Knight", as well as the group of readers who were extremely resentful...

When he thought of the group of trolls who were chasing him and spitting at him on various forums, bad memories came to Zhang Heng's mind, and his head, which had just gotten better after taking the medicine, started to hurt again. But thinking of "Infinite Horror", which he had poured his heart and dreams into at the beginning, Zhang Heng sighed again, picked up his phone, and entered the Infinite Horror book club group that he had not been to for a long time.

But what Zhang Heng did not expect was that although he had not spoken in the book club group for a long time, the discussion in the group was actually not low. Most people were discussing these plots with great interest, and the speed of information refreshing the screen even made him a little dizzy...Just looking at the issues discussed, Zhang Heng was a little confused.

What is the sniper rifle at zero point? Is it a high-tech weapon or a legendary magic tool for cultivation? What is the background of the sudden introduction of the prehistoric heaven? What kind of impact will it have on the main god space and the reincarnation team?

Where did I go? Am I still watching Infinite Horror?

Even if Zhang Heng no longer pays attention to the situation of "Infinite Horror", he realized one thing at this moment, that is, during the period when he let the story generate freely, the development of the plot has completely exceeded his control... Thinking of this, Zhang Heng quickly opened the mobile browser and searched for the Infinite Horror forum.

Compared with the book friends group, the brothers in the forum are nice and kind, and the discussions are more meticulous, both in depth and breadth. Even many of the early details are things that Zhang Heng himself has never thought of.

Clicking on a featured post titled "The Art of Chu Xuan's First Entry into the Reincarnation World", after reading it from beginning to end, Zhang Heng even had a thought of "Oh, so this is why I wrote it here."

Zhang Heng was immersed in reading, laughing from time to time, and seemed to enjoy it. After reading the analysis, he clicked on a post marked as the essence, and took a look at the situation in the book club. As we all know, the book club is actually a hodgepodge. It is said to be a discussion group for plots and settings, but in fact, there are all kinds of things to talk about. It is better to say that most of the time, it is normal not to talk about books... And during the time when Zhang Heng was reading the post, the topic in the group had already changed several times.

As it should be, everyone is now having a pleasant academic exchange and corresponding resource sharing. For a while, everyone turned into an old driver, treating a good book club as a racing on the Akina Mountain, with tire marks everywhere.

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"Are there more? Not enough, give me some more."

"Please add my QQ number, I will tell you more..."

"Get lost, who let Oatmeal Brother in! The administrator should kick him out! By the way, I have some good stuff here, show it to the brothers..."

"You are not a good guy either! The last time I posted resources, besides Calabash Brothers, it was Black Cat Sheriff, or Blue Cat Naughty Three Thousand Questions and Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit Seven Heroes, get out of here!"

"Pure passerby, Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit Seven Heroes is pretty good."

"To be honest, it is true that Blue Rabbit is very lustful..."

"+1."

"Get lost too! This group is ruined by you bastards!"

In the blink of an eye, the building went astray again, but fortunately, the sacred administrator finally stopped the dog group members from arguing. He first skillfully cleared the advertising guy and the cereal guy out of the group, and then gave the old driver who was not in line with the group a gag, and then sent a series of mysterious codes, which attracted praise from the stupid group members, and the message of "good people have a peaceful life" soon filled the screen...

"Damn it, how come the book club of "Infinite Horror" has become like this, and the management is taking the lead in following the trend..."

Having said so, Zhang Heng couldn't help but smile and hum. Sure enough, the next sentence the young man muttered to himself exposed his old perverted nature: "You didn't think of sharing good resources with me in private chat first... Ahem, I was wrong, and you didn't think of notifying me in advance."

"But it doesn't matter now... Let me criticize it."

Although he knew that his physical condition was not suitable for certain jobs, looking at the pictures of the sand sculpture group members, Zhang Heng instantly put those things behind him and said, "Good people will have a safe life." "He got out of bed, turned on his computer, and waited for the download to finish before fighting a certain teacher for 300 rounds...

But what Zhang Heng didn't expect was that as soon as he turned on the computer, the communication software in the lower right corner of the screen beeped, and the message records filled the screen in an instant. This gave Zhang Heng a vague premonition.

And when he looked at his mobile phone, he was surprised to find that the messages in the group were no longer "good people have a safe life", but uniform exclamations...

"Fuck! Big Z! Capture! I caught you!"

"Hush, there is a big Z here. His archives are six times the number of updates we have today. Let's get close to him quietly..."

It was only then that Zhang Heng realized that the sentence he had just replied, "Good people have a safe life," was actually sent through his own trumpet, not the trumpet that had been diving in the group to peek at the resources under the screen... After thinking about what happened to him, Zhang Heng suddenly started to sweat.

You know, Zhang Heng’s account has not appeared in the group for a long time. The sudden appearance of a spark at this time instantly ignited the enthusiasm of book friends. After a brief moment of surprise, the die-hard fans of "Infinite Horror" immediately started to move together and asked him questions one after another. Throw it over——

"Master Z, what is the effect of Zheng Zha's spiritual light 'Tianxing Longxiang'? I can't understand it at all..."

"Big Z, in addition to pulling out Zhao Zukong, Zhao Ruikong and himself, Zhao Yingkong's spiritual light 'Heart Mirror Reflecting Soul' can also pull out more brothers and sisters? This prototype is the hell in Haihu. Ares?"

"Master Z, what level is Cheng Xiao now? If the fourth-level gene lock is converted to the next door, should he be a Dou Huang? Or a Dou Zong?"

"Z is the biggest..."

Looking at the countless questions in the group, Zhang Heng's eyes darkened. At this moment, he had only one thought -

——Oops, why can’t I, the author, even understand what they are discussing? (End of chapter)