I'm a platinum-level author, so what if I play professionally?

In the dimly lit room, the clattering of the keyboard echoed incessantly.

"The Fizz moved the minion wave, and the game is over."

"Although I got solo killed in this wave, he lost a huge wave of minions."

"The way the opposing team is targeting me gives my teammates a huge opportunity to develop."

"Why doesn't the streamer use his ultimate for 30 minutes? Because as long as I don't use it, the opponent will be constantly afraid."

"The streamer's commentary shows a good understanding of the game. What rank is the streamer? The streamer is currently in Silver I promotion matches; winning this game will get them into Gold!"

[Defeat!]

"It's okay, the streamer will be in Gold after three more games."

[Defeat!]

"It's okay, the streamer will be Silver I in three more games. But the streamer is tired, so that's all for today's stream."

Song Wen turned off the live stream, a hint of fatigue showing on his face, but he immediately shouted again with great energy.

"Wang Ke! Where's my dinner?!"

"Here it comes..."

The door behind him was pushed open, and a bowl of rice with green peppers and shredded pork was pushed in front of Song Wen.

"Is this all we're having for dinner?" Song Wen asked, sounding a little disgusted. "Xiao Zhu's cooking is much better than yours."

Wang Ke sighed helplessly.

"Brother, you've been eating and drinking at my house for a month now, and you're still complaining. By the way, Zhu Kai only knows how to order takeout; he can't cook at all!"

Before they knew it, the two had been together for a month, and after this period of adjustment, Wang Ke had completely demystified the protagonist he had created.

He felt that if he electrified Song Wentong, Song Wentong could change his name to Abin.

"Don't rush," Song Wen said, already picking at his food. "Once I become a professional player and win the world championship, I'll take you to live a good life."

"Why don't you try reaching Gold rank first?" Wang Ke sighed, looking helplessly at Song Wen, who remained confident despite not having reached Gold rank for a month. "You've already stepped out of the book, why do you have to play games when there are so many other things you could do?"

Upon hearing Wang Ke's name, Song Wen gave him a disdainful look.

"Bro, I'm the protagonist of a League of Legends novel, a six-time world champion. What else would I do if I didn't play games?"

"Yes, even a six-time champion struggles to reach the Gold level."

Song Wen shoveled down a couple more mouthfuls of rice, his tone becoming serious.

"After this period of trial and error, I have figured out where the problem lies."

"Where?"

"over you!"

"My problem?!"

Wang Ke pointed to his nose, which was clearly red and warm.

"What does this have to do with me? For the past month, you've been saying I haven't done anything?!"

For the past month, the two have discussed and experimented countless times about why Song Wen couldn't reach the Gold rank.

Initially, they thought the data in Wang Ke's novel was too vague. Because of this, Wang Ke used over a dozen different accounts to harass the editor who had already blocked him, to the point that the editor even suspected Wang Ke was trying to pursue her. In the end, the text was revised, but Song Wen remained stuck in the Silver rank.

Later, Song Wen conceptually proposed the hypothesis of influence. As the protagonist of the book, his abilities might come from the readers' perception of him. Although Wang Ke revised the text, no one read it, so his strength remained unchanged.

So Song Wen started live streaming, and after each live stream, he would recommend that his fans read Wang Ke's novel, "League of Legends: The Super Invincible Demon King".

Unfortunately, not many people watched Song Wen's live stream, which was a Silver-ranked streamer, and among those few viewers, only a handful were willing to read the novel.

And the feedback from this handful of people was—

This novel is as bad as the narrator's skills; I couldn't even finish the first chapter.

"Is it my fault that the novel is badly written? Isn't it your fault for lacking charisma as the protagonist? If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have written a female protagonist novel. Look at other novels where the female protagonist transmigrates; at least she gets a glimpse of what's going on. What can you do?"

"So here's the question: why can't you be a female author?"

The two stared at each other, their stubbornness seemingly inherited; once they started arguing, it often went on and on.

Wang Ke knew this well and immediately interrupted:

"If all else fails, we'll have to take it to the factory to tighten the screws."

"Don't rush," Song Wenming said, clearly getting anxious when he heard about going in to tighten the screws. "Actually, I have a bold idea now."

Song Wen opened Wang Ke's novel and began to speak:

"Based on the information we currently have, my abilities depend on two factors. First, it comes from your perception; second, it comes from the perception of the general public."

"With your current Silver rank understanding, could you even write about the intricate game strategies between professional players and the tactics and tactics of professional teams? You wouldn't be able to, your understanding wouldn't even be sufficient to grasp that level. Humans cannot create things beyond their comprehension, so my abilities are limited by your level of knowledge!"

Upon hearing Song Wen's words, Wang Ke opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to refute, but then felt that what the other party said made a lot of sense, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute it.

During this time, he discovered that Song Wen's strength was indeed somewhat unpredictable.

However, he also discovered a pattern.

If one's own strength is n, then Song Wen's ability is n+1.

Wang Ke's current gaming skills are only good enough to survive in Silver rank, but Song Wen can dominate in Silver rank, proving that he has at least Gold rank or higher.

But the Silver rank is strange; even if you can dominate, it doesn't mean you can win.

What's more, he also brought along his ELO.

If this equation holds true, then when he becomes the strongest king, Song Wen will be the strongest king +1.

Once Wang Ke possesses the skills of a professional player, Song Wen might truly be able to reclaim his place at the top.

But the key problem is that Wang Ke is no good!

He's just a lousy novelist. If he were really that talented, why isn't he going to go pro and make a name for himself? Why is he still here writing novels and trying to make a living?!

Song Wen was clearly unaware of this; after all, for him, the protagonist of a wish-fulfillment novel, there was nothing he couldn't do if he wanted to.

"And public perception is simply how many readers actually see your novel! The more people appreciate your novel, the stronger my influence becomes!"

"I understand," Wang Ke said. "It's the power of faith! Just like the cheat codes in your novels."

"Yes!" Song Wen became more and more excited as he spoke. "So, I have a plan for these two points! Starting today, you need to improve your League of Legends skills, including but not limited to raising your rank, watching more streams and videos of high-ranking players, and watching more match replays. Also, that 'League of Legends: The Super Demon King' novel you wrote is really terrible. I think you need to rewrite a novel with me as the protagonist!"

Seeing that Song Wen was still talking eloquently, Wang Ke was completely numb.

"Dude, are you the one going to go pro, or am I the one doing it? I don't have the energy to do so many things!"

"Why not? I see those novelists who write hundreds of thousands or even millions of words a day, updating tens of thousands of words daily. They can do it, so why can't you?"

Wang Ke suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"That's different, bro. Actually, many online novelists aren't human! They're little creatures who hide underground and sneak into human society via the internet. They're called goblins, fat otaku, earth sheep, fake humans, goblins, and things like that. They used to be frequently dug up in mines. They'd smoke as soon as they saw light, and their remains would vanish without a trace."

Wang Ke's expression twisted, as if he had thought of something terrifying.

"These little monsters like to eat the brains of corpses. With each one they eat, they steal the deceased's memories from their previous life. Plus, they have seven to ten fingers on each hand, making them fast typers and excellent novelists. Some authors have captured these creatures in the past, enslaved them to write novels for them, and thus became great writers, such as a very famous writer from Jiangnan. However, these creatures live in harsh conditions and die easily. Readers outside the industry don't know the situation and always say that they've run out of ideas."

"Now that the internet is so highly developed, these things no longer need to rely on humans; they can be written by people behind the scenes."

"So those lazy and poorly written pieces you see are most likely written by human writers. The reverse isn't necessarily true!"

Song Wen remained silent for a long time.

"Are you finished editing?"

"Um, this is just an outline. I feel like I could write a two-million-word novel around this idea."

Song Wen pulled Wang Ke to sit down in front of the computer.

"Stop whining, bro, just start writing! Once I win the championship, your novel will definitely be a huge hit, and wouldn't that be good for you too?"

Despite Song Wen's persuasion, Wang Ke remained unmoved.

"Brother, forcing me won't help. I'm just a nobody. I've been writing novels for so many years and haven't taken off. You can't expect me to soar to the sky!"