Kael’s heart leaped with joy as he hastily clicked to pay for the view.
Then, he saw the latest updated Chapter of "Extre Heavenly Demon."
...
Odin was first shocked, then instantly beca furious.
He summoned Thor, Loki, and others, surrounding the protagonist.
At the sa ti, the projection of the World Tree appeared behind the Northern European gods.
The gods united, preparing to deliver their most powerful blow.
But the protagonist just looked at Odin bewilderedly, making no attempt to defend himself.
As a result, the protagonist was naturally beaten until he spat out blood.
Odin said disdainfully, "Dying under the projection of the World Tree is your glory. Accept your final punishnt, heretic!"
The protagonist now felt the danger and kept shouting in his heart, "I have gotten to where I am today through my own relentless effort."
The hardships I’ve endured — how could you natural-born deities comprehend?
So, Deep Blue.
All attribute points, add them to !!!
Then...
Naturally, it was basically a massacre of the Northern European gods.
Only Odin, left with a breath, looked at the protagonist unwillingly and asked with his last bit of strength, "Who are you, exactly? How can you resist the power of the gods?"
Then, the sowhat distorted protagonist slowly walked up to Odin, breaking his neck while delivering a classic line.
"Can’t you see? I’m just an ordinary person, a very ordinary person indeed!"
This line caused the gods from India, Egypt, and others who ca to see what was happening due to the massive energy fluctuation to cringe inwardly.
But the protagonist slowly turned his head, looking in their direction.
"You, are you with these nonsensical fellows?"
The trembling deities replied, "No, no. We are rely adversaries."
"I don’t believe it." The protagonist faced them, slowly approaching.
...
Damn!
The protagonist, looking dumbfounded, kills the powerful with a second’s effort!
This act is truly damn impeccable!
Kael closely read on, constantly exclaiming in his heart.
But after finishing the updated Chapter, he almost sprayed blood on his keyboard.
That’s it?
Cliffhanger bitch!
He was about to go back to the comnt section to leave a ssage urging the next update.
But a paragraph below the text caught his attention.
"I updated today, where’s your streaking?"
Not good, Kael thought with a start and quickly returned to the comnt section.
He saw the comnts increasing crazily like mad.
"I don’t know what you think, but if I were called out by the author, I would definitely have gone streaking already!"
"That one in New York, let know when you’re streaking, I live near Ti Square."
"Brooke Shields streaked, Madonna streaked, even Rodman streaked, now is it your turn?"
Kael’s mouth twitched slightly as he looked at the ssages.
Damn it,
Why did it have to be updated today of all days!
anwhile, Wang Jian finished today’s update and, thinking of tomorrow’s release of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone" physical book, left the office.
He returned to his apartnt, half-reclining on the sofa while watching the popular TV series on television, comparing the scenes to those described by Catherine in his mind.
But due to recent overwork, he soon fell asleep.
At this ti, the turned-on TV in the background was broadcasting local news on New York’s Channel 2.
"According to our reporter on the scene, a man has been reported streaking in New York’s Ti Square."
"And this is just the beginning of streaking incidents in New York City."
"Currently, multiple streaking incidents have occurred in areas such as Manhattan, Brooklyn, Long Island."
"Psychological experts believe that this is a form of outburst due to the excessive pressures of modern urban life."
"Next, we’ll connect with a renowned psychologist to deeply analyze this behavior!"
anwhile, on the website, people continually leave comnts saying: I’m naked, next to tag a na.
Of course, Wang Jian, who was sound asleep, had no idea that his readers were playing sothing akin to the Ice Bucket challenge in the comnt section.
Even if he were awake, he probably would have had a hard ti understanding the seemingly endless death-defying ntality of foreigners.
The next morning, Wang Jian crawled up from the sofa, feeling a slight crick in his neck.
He looked at himself in the mirror, his neck tilted to one side.
Then he picked up the phone and said to Tom, "I won’t be attending the promotion ceremony today. Please apologize to the person in charge at Random House on my behalf."
But after changing his clothes, he was still a bit worried.
After all, "Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone" was the first online novel to step into the domain of physical publication.
He thought for a mont and said to himself, "I’ll just go to the event and be a quiet observer."
It must be said, Random House took "Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone" very seriously.
Not only did they release the book simultaneously across the United States, but they also organized a publishing ceremony at the biggest bookstore in the country.
Whether they valued the book, or the collaboration with the website, or just wanted to get ahead of the other five publishing houses, only they knew.
When Wang Jian arrived at the bookstore as an ordinary reader, he saw a plethora of posters and famous writers’ endorsent slogans.
Including one he had written himself.
"A groundbreaking tournant battle with epic narrative descriptions will surely provide readers with a unique magical feast."
Thinking about it, Wang Jian felt the description was quite fitting.
But hanging his banner next to Neil Gaiman, just below Stephen King, made him a bit embarrassed.
Soon, however, he had no more energy to be precious.
Because a large crowd attracted by the posters gathered around.
Wang Jian, while trying to keep his balance, couldn’t help but exclaim, "Who says only Chinese people love a spectacle?"
"Isn’t it the sa all over the world?"
Then, outside the bookstore, staff cleared an area.
A Random House editor walked out with Tom, hand in hand.
The editor, smiling, took a pair of scissors and cut the brown paper wrapping of a book.
After that, he pulled out a copy and handed it to Tom.
Tom, grinning, handed the book to the first buyer.
The buyer cooperated very well and made a delighted expression in front of the caras.
Seeing this, Wang Jian murmured, "This staff mber’s acting is no good; he needs more training."
Next, as the bookstore doors opened, the surging crowd pushed him inside.
Wang Jian dodged the stream of people while observing the buying situation.
Monts later, all he could do was sigh at the overwhelming advertising effect of Random House.
Despite most fans pre-ordering on the website, there were still many people making purchases.
But his apparent indifference to browsing even a sample caught soone’s attention.
A shifty-looking white man whispered to Wang Jian, "You’re an author too, right? Look at the publicity that the book is getting, then look at ours?"
Wang Jian frowned at him, but the man obliviously continued, "But Random House can’t help it; there’s a difference in the quality of the books!"
Hm, not the classic case of sour grapes.
"I heard that the author was originally a single mother with no writing experience but made a sudden leap in her writing skills after receiving a writing guide."
The man leaned in toward Wang Jian with a conspiratorial air and pulled out a small booklet from his jacket.
"I have this little booklet, fifty US dollars a copy, do you want one?"
Hm?
Four big characters suddenly appeared in Wang Jian’s mind.
"Tathagata Divine Palm"?
He took the booklet with interest to see what kind of scam the Arican trickster was using.
But when Wang Jian looked at the cover, he could only wordlessly stuff the booklet back into the man’s hands and turn to leave.
Because the booklet was none other than the "novice writing guide."
And the author was none other than himself, Wang Jian!
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