The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 99

Chapter 99

098 mentally reviewed Ling Chunann's interpersonal relationships after his arrival in this world. Ling Chunann didn't have many contacts, except for doctors and nurses, with the exception of Mu Linhua, whom he encountered today.

The doctors were too old, and the nurses were all young girls, none of whom showed any particularly friendly attitude toward the host, so they were unlikely to be from the hospital.

No matter how much 098 thought about it, it couldn't find a suitable candidate. Suddenly, it had a flash of insight. Ling Chunann had never mentioned the appearance of that person before his discharge. This could only mean that the person appeared today!

So, there was only one answer!

098 had never considered itself so clever; it had never reasoned like this before. "Host, do you mean Mu Linke is that person? But how did he become a woman in this lifetime?"

Ling Chunann: "..."

Seeing Ling Chunann's lack of response, 098 continued, "But it seems she's a bit cold to you. Is something wrong?"

"You're very clever, 098," Ling Chunann said, giving it a thumbs up.

"Thank you for the praise, Host." Why did it suddenly feel chilly?

Although that was the case, 098 still didn't think its answer was wrong.

Soon, 098 noticed something wrong at home. "Host, there are monitors installed in this room, connected to the old Mu family residence." Pausing for a moment, it continued, "It's the male lead! He's at the Mu family residence now."

"Okay," Ling Chunann wasn't surprised. "Are there any in the bathroom?"

"No."

"That's good."

"Host, do you want me to help you shield these monitors?"

"No need, let him watch." Ling Chunann finished speaking and even took off his mask, deliberately facing the monitors.

With Ling Chunann looking like this now, anyone who saw him might get goosebumps all over their body. After all, his disfigurement was so thorough that it was almost unheard of in this world.

Seeing Ling Chunann always "accidentally" facing the monitors, 098 understood that this was the host's perverse taste, so it didn't say anything more.

Without discussing this issue further with 098, Ling Chunann opened his brain and entered the brain space.

His novel had already finished, but Ling Chunann didn't pay attention to the completed work. Instead, he scrolled down to the male lead's novel. In recent days, the male lead seemed to have had a burst of inspiration, updating fifty thousand words per day, and was now nearing completion.

Ling Chunann habitually purchased the latest chapters of the male lead's novel, clicked on the last chapter, and happened to see the lyrics of the theme song written by the male lead for this novel, as well as his announcement that this novel would be adapted into a TV series, with an implicit suggestion that some big shots were already outdated.

The comments below were all praising the author's talent for writing songs and expressing anticipation for the TV series.

"It seems the male lead is quite pleased with himself," Ling Chunann commented leisurely.

"Host, you must give him a good lesson!" 098 was indignant. This person had caused harm to the host, not only failing to visit him but also kicking him while he was down in the comments section of his novel. It was unforgivable.

"I will," Ling Chunann reassured the little system, then opened the Ideation Typewriter.

"Host, didn't you say manual typing is better?" 

"That's right." Ling Chunann quickly understood the process of writing with his mind. On one hand, he answered, "But using ideation typing is faster."

Unable to understand Ling Chunann's thinking, 098 decided it was best to remain quiet.

In the original plot, after the male lead finished his first novel, he continued the previous martial arts style, igniting a martial arts craze in the cultural world of this world. Regardless of age, everyone held an infinite passion for martial arts, and the male lead's influence was considerable.

Although Ling Chunann didn't have much interest in martial arts, he loved cultivation novels and other genres with a touch of fantasy.

Although Ling Chunann had never written a novel before, the advantage of ideation writing in this world was that no physical writing was needed. As long as the plot was conceived in the mind, the text would automatically generate, making it more concrete than handwriting. Of course, the writing style was also judged based on the author's depth of thought and breadth of experience.

After experiencing so many worlds, Ling Chunann's experience was naturally considerable. As for imagination, for Ling Chunann, who had once been an excellent actor, it was never a problem.

It was a bit difficult for Ling Chunann to imitate Mu Linke's original style. After all, their thoughts were completely different, which was also the fundamental reason why Ling Chunann insisted on typing when continuing Mu Linke's novel.

However, Ling Chunann understood that if he continued to adhere to Mu Linke's original style, in this cultural environment, he could only rely on his old material and would eventually be overtaken by the new generation, not to mention becoming the number one god of today.

After considering the cultural trends of the contemporary world, Ling Chunann ultimately decided to write a cultivation novel. Similar to martial arts but with more mystical elements, it promised greater satisfaction for readers, especially in a world dominated by romance and realism genres. Skillfully executed, it was sure to capture the attention of most readers.

However, Ling Chunann's aim wasn't just any ordinary success; it was to surpass the male lead. The reason for choosing this genre was partly due to the male lead's later actions, where, under the influence of the writing system, he plagiarized a well-known cultivation novel. Judging by the public's response, it was evidently more popular than his martial arts works.

The first task after determining the theme was to write the outline. To avoid sudden drastic changes, Ling Chunann introduced a self-reliant female protagonist. With the storylines already in place, outlining progressed smoothly and was completed within hours. Over the next few days, Ling Chunann wrote some drafts and then created a new pseudonym.

In this world, everyone could have up to three pen names, all linked to their personal brain interface. Upon establishing the new pseudonym, Ling Chunann remembered 098, "098, help me encrypt the information for the new pen name. Prohibit anyone from discovering the true identity of the author."

"Understood, Host." Finally finding a purpose, 098 eagerly complied and returned with pride, "Host, the information is encrypted. No one besides you and the editor will know the identity behind this pen name."

"Good." Ling Chunann, as he spoke, simultaneously posted the first three chapters from the backend.

Though puzzled by Ling Chunann abandoning his former pseudonym with a large reader base in favor of starting anew, 098 respected the host's decision and refrained from questioning further.

At this moment, 098 suddenly noticed Ling Chunann's new pseudonym reappearing in the announcement.

"[Heroes cherish heroes. Reader 'Xiaoyuan' admires 'Xiaoxiaoyuxie' and offers a king's ticket as a reward.]"

For a hundred consecutive times without pause, 098 was dumbfounded. "Host, I really encrypted your information. You have to believe me. How could someone find your new pen name?"

"Hmm." Ling Chunann nodded without saying anything.

At this point, 098 recalled its previous speculation, which it thought was quite reliable. Suddenly feeling uncertain, it seemed that 'Xiaoyuan,' who had never revealed his true identity, was more likely that man than Mu Linhua.

Meanwhile, readers and authors were buzzing with excitement.

"Fog grass! Who is 'Xiaoyuan'? Why so generous? Ten million! Isn't that too much? But still, begging for favor!"

"The person above is so out of touch for not knowing even the number one rich reader, but isn't 'Xiaoyuan' a fan of 'Mulin'? Who is this 'Xiaoxiaoyuxie'? A new admirer?"

"What? Has 'Mulin' fallen out of favor? Is there anyone here to join me in watching the new author?"

"Returning from the crowd, the masses report that 'Xiaoxiaoyuxie' is a new author. With just three chapters, the genre is unprecedented and exceptionally innovative, leaving readers eager for more."

'Xiaoyuan's' generous act effectively promoted Ling Chunann's new work on the Wind and Cloud Culture Network. While people were still discussing, Ling Chunann had already exited the brain space.

Immediately after his departure, the space that should have disappeared distorted slightly, and then a tall figure appeared in the spot where Ling Chunann had just stood.

Since his last discharge from the hospital, 098 hadn't been able to prevent Ling Chunann from biting himself, especially now that his healing skills were so powerful that he didn't need 098's healing potions anymore. Thus, Ling Chunann became even more adept at handling himself.

In Ling Chunann's words, he was giving this body painless weight loss.

For a long period afterward, Ling Chunann didn't enter the brain space and even typed directly, connecting to the brain to quickly finish writing and publish his work. Meanwhile, his weight loss results were remarkable. From being a round, 200-pound, 5'7'' individual, he dropped to 150 pounds in just over a week, transforming from a chubby to a slightly chubby person.

By the fifth day, the surveillance cameras installed in Ling Chunann's house ceased to function.

Now standing before the mirror, Ling Chunann observed his face. The changes were subtle; the contours were slightly smaller, and his eyes appeared a bit larger. Running his fingers over the scars on his face, Ling Chunann fetched a knife from the kitchen and swung it towards his face.

098 was horrified. "Host, let's talk about this slowly. Don't do anything rash!"

"This face was already ruined. Did you think I wanted to disfigure myself again?" Ling Chunann retorted.

"...The host's argument seems reasonable."

With this realization, 098 refrained from trying to stop Ling Chunann. However, watching him cut his face was still nerve-racking.

All of 098's attention was drawn

 to the blood flowing from Ling Chunann's face, so it didn't notice how precisely Ling Chunann cut himself, aligning each incision perfectly with the existing scars on his face. As Ling Chunann completed the final cut, his face was a blur of flesh and blood. However, his breathing remained steady, and he licked the blood trickling into his mouth with a calm gaze.

In the midst of this, the doorbell rang.

The mechanical voice of the household robot echoed, "Master, your package has arrived."

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