Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Eleven years have passed.

Urban villages in the old city of Jiangcheng.

The basement, less than ten square meters in size, is perpetually dark.

The air was filled with the smell of pickled cabbage and beef noodles mixed with cheap mosquito coils.

Xu Qing was sitting in front of the computer, frantically typing on the keyboard.

He is eighteen years old this year.

She has completely shed the skinny and emaciated appearance she had at the age of seven.

He has now grown into a tall man of 1.83 meters.

He has a delicate appearance and an inexplicable sense of aloofness.

No one could tell from his nonchalant face what a miserable childhood he had experienced.

Those days of being bullied and starved in the welfare home.

Those winters soaked in blood and despair.

He had sealed all these past experiences away in the deepest part of his heart.

At that moment, he was staring intently at the screen of that secondhand computer.

He is writing an online novel.

He has been writing this mindless, wish-fulfillment novel called "Rebirth of the Peerless God Emperor" for three whole months.

A full million words have been updated.

The results are obvious.

Click on the single digit.

The collection remains stable at a pitiful two.

One of them was a secondary account he registered himself.

A clear mechanical prompt suddenly echoed in my mind.

【Ding. 】

[The God-level Entertainment System has detected that the host is engaging in ineffective work.]

Your current earnings are zero.

Their living conditions were extremely impoverished.

The system has automatically opened the Earth's Greatest Works Library for you.

[Please immediately cease creating industrial waste and choose the correct direction.]

A semi-transparent blue light curtain popped open in front of Xu Qing's eyes.

The densely packed book titles began to scroll across the light screen.

The system deliberately highlighted the two books in bold and placed them at the top, adding an extremely dazzling gold foil effect.

[Top recommendation: Nirvana in Fire.]

[Rating: A top-tier masterpiece of political intrigue.]

[As long as the host copies this book exactly, he will surely achieve god-like status in this world and rake in billions in royalties.]

[Second on the recommendation list: Joy of Life.]

[Work Rating: A phenomenal pioneer of online literature.]

[Copy this and you can immediately escape the miserable fate of scavenging for scraps.]

Xu Qing was holding a broken water vat with chipped porcelain.

He tilted his head back and took a sip of cool boiled water.

My gaze lingered on the two glittering book titles for two seconds.

Without hesitation, I dragged the mouse to the very bottom of the page.

He started rummaging through those old categories where even the system wouldn't give special effects.

The system's mechanical voice carried a distinct sense of disbelief.

[Host, please do not ignore the system's professional data analysis.]

These two books represent the most sparsely available and potentially most likely to become hit topics in the current market.

Xu Qing completely ignored what the system said.

He clicked on a book in a category called "Old-fashioned Urban Fanfiction".

The book title is extremely flamboyant and carries a strong sense of nostalgia for the times.

Nine domineering older sisters fall in love with me.

"I'll choose this one."

Xu Qing mentally issued the extraction command to the system.

The system went into a state of limbo that lasted for ten seconds.

If the system possessed the physiological structure of a human, it would probably vomit three liters of blood on the spot.

Do you have any serious misunderstandings about the market?

This is a book that was already heavily criticized by readers ten years ago.

The male lead has absolutely no intelligence and relies entirely on the mindless pursuit of nine female CEOs.

Choosing this option will subject you to extremely severe cyberbullying.

Xu Qing smashed the broken water tank onto the chipped computer desk.

"This is called accurately grasping the readership in lower-tier markets."

"You don't understand anything."

"This kind of simple and direct emotional bond is the spiritual comfort that the general public needs most."

This is a celebration of idiocy.

"Enough with the nonsense, just send the text."

Xu Qing's attitude was extremely tough.

The system is unable to refuse the host's exact instructions due to limitations in its underlying logic.

A massive amount of text data was instantly flooded into Xu Qing's brain.

Xu Qing closed his eyes and digested the information for a moment.

He immediately created a new document and started typing furiously.

He renamed the book "After I Came Down the Mountain, Nine Domineering Older Sisters Vied to Spoil Me".

Then he started updating his novels on websites at a rate of 20,000 words per day.

During this period, he even collected far less recyclables.

Completely immersed in this illogical sister-themed writing.

More than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Xu Qing wrote this novel to the point where it was required to be published and charged for.

On the day the toll service was launched, he went downstairs to buy a one-yuan starch sausage to celebrate.

He squatted on a folding chair in the basement and opened the author's backend.

The screen was filled with red data, which was shoved right in front of my face.

The number of subscribers is displayed as a large zero.

The comments section was more lively than ever before.

The messages were all just random asterisks and gibberish.

Readers expressed their respect for this extraordinary article with the purest form of profanity.

One short-tempered reader posted ten long comments in a row, angrily denouncing the author as having a screw loose.

The system's voice rang in Xu Qing's mind right on time.

【Ding. 】

[Congratulations, host, for successfully causing the poisonous plants from Earth to fail to adapt to this world.]

[The drama "Nine Domineering Older Sisters Fall in Love with Me" has become a complete flop.]

Your current bank card balance is 123.5 yuan.

[With only three days left until rent is due, host, please prepare to sleep on the streets.]

Xu Qing stared blankly at the dismal first-day order data in the backend.

He casually tossed the starch sausage skewers in his hand into the trash can.

"The website's recommendation slot is definitely too poor."

Xu Qing offered a very fair self-defense.

"The tastes of this generation of readers have been skewed by all sorts of fast-food articles."

"They can't appreciate such a pure combination of family affection and romantic love."

That's idiotic literature.

The system ruthlessly revealed the truth.

Xu Qing ignored the system's sarcastic remarks.

He typed out a closing statement directly in the back office.

It contains only a few words.

Because the website won't recommend it, the sisters have decided to take the male lead to Mars and live in seclusion. See you all in the future.

Click to publish the completed status.

Xu Qing stretched out a big yawn.

The bones made a crisp sound.

He walked to the extremely narrow ventilation window and pushed the glass open.

There's a garbage recycling station right outside.

The unpleasant smell immediately filled the room.

Xu Qing, however, did not feel uncomfortable.

He has long since become accustomed to working in harsher environments over the past few years.

Since this book has been cut, a new one must be started immediately.

After all, we still have to eat.

Just as he was about to sit down at his computer, the system popped up a light screen again.

[A disastrous failure has been detected in the host.]

[This system has refreshed the book recommendations for you again.]

[Please cherish this opportunity to start anew, host.]

The layout on the light screen was even more elaborate than last time.

Several extremely dazzling large characters appeared at the very top.

The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

[Rating: A pioneering work of the wuxia genre.]

The current martial arts fiction market is desolate; once this book is published, it will surely sweep across the entire land.

It can not only make money, but also directly elevate your literary standing.

[You could even sell the film and television rights to this book for an astronomical price.]

To attract Xu Qing's attention, the system panel even simulated golden fireworks effects.

Furthermore, "The Return of the Condor Heroes" and "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" are also among the shortlisted works.

It seems poised to sweep the top three spots in the martial arts genre.

Xu Qing stared at the four large characters for a few seconds.

Then drag the pulley very decisively.

They skipped over these masterpieces that were worthy of being recorded in history.

The system notification tone immediately rose eight octaves.

[Host, please stop your reckless behavior.]

This is the Eagle Shooting Heroes.

[Even if you copy blindly, you can immediately escape poverty and become wealthy.]

Forget it.

Xu Qing sat back down in the peeling boss's chair.

"Martial arts fiction is outdated."

"Who has the time to watch Guo Jing shoot eagles on the Mongolian grasslands?"

"What readers need is a one-hit kill and instant destruction."

"Publishing this kind of slow-burning article will only leave you with nothing but the northwest wind."

[This system is guaranteed to be a huge hit, based on its core code.]

Xu Qing remained unmoved.

He quickly browsed through the less common categories on the screen.

This time, he clicked on the "weirdos" section in the Xianxia (fantasy/martial arts) category.

The system once again felt the despair of data and code running wild.

Xu Qing's gaze fell upon a book with extremely gaudy packaging among all the fantasy novels.

The book title is very straightforward.

My Fairy Sister.

Xu Qing patted his thigh.

"This one is good."

"It not only fits the current mainstream theme of cultivating immortality."

"It also perfectly incorporates the older sister element that I'm best at."

The system remained silent for a full minute.

[What exactly did the host experience that caused you to develop such a distorted obsession with your older sister?]

[The writing style of this book, "My Fairy Sister," is extremely simplistic.]

The plot consists mainly of dual cultivation and borderline sexual content.

It has absolutely no literary value whatsoever.

Xu Qing picked up the mouse and clicked "Confirm Extraction".

"You don't understand."

The reason the previous book flopped was because the older sisters were all ordinary people.

"Changing it to a fairy sister this time will definitely keep readers engaged."

You will die a horrible death.

The system's mechanical voice had lost all emotion, leaving only utter desperation.

Text transmission has been restarted.

Xu Qing skillfully absorbed those plot points that were too much to bear.

He even thought the book's opening was very gimmicky.

As soon as the male protagonist came out, he was forcibly carried back to his cave by a fairy sister who had descended to earth.

This plot is absolutely explosive.

Xu Qing typed away on the keyboard, creating a new book.

The introduction only contained one sentence.

I really don't want to work hard anymore; I'm relying entirely on the fairy sister to carry me.

He published the first three chapters in less than two hours.

Xu Qing looked at the notification that the review had been approved and closed the computer page with satisfaction.

He pulled a huge, tattered snakeskin bag from under the bed.

It's the weekend, so there must be a lot of empty plastic bottles on the commercial street outside.

He rolled the snakeskin bag into a ball and tucked it under his arm.

I changed into those faded yellow Feiyue sneakers.

He strode out of the basement.

The sunlight in Jiangcheng was so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

Xu Qing weaved through the bustling crowd.

His eyes were sharp and precise, and he always targeted those empty mineral water bottles.

As he passed the overpass, he encountered two young thugs with dyed yellow hair.