Not suffering physical pain, starvation, or freezing was my bottom line. This world has completely crossed that line. I’m about to starve to death!
“Host, please be patient. Only by enduring hardship can one rise above others!” the standard female voice responded calmly.
Ruan Ning laughed in anger, “What do you mean by rising above others? I’m just a dead-end web novelist. What could I possibly rise to?”
The female voice confidently replied, “Host can climb the rankings. Our Jinjiang writers are impressive.”
Ruan Ning’s eyes lit up. “So you’re saying I might make it to the gold rankings? How much am I earning in manuscript fees now?”
A transparent panel appeared, showing numbers racing. Ruan Ning’s eyes widened, but the numbers stopped at 11.425.
Ruan Ning: …
If the decimal point moved three places to the right, that would indeed be impressive.
“Host hasn’t checked your achievements in a while. Actually, you’ve received fewer negative reviews recently,” the female voice consoled her. “It shows you’ve improved.”
The panel’s numbers rolled again, negative reviews decreasing from 5 to 0. But before she could feel happy, she noticed the click count had also drastically dropped.
Ruan Ning: …
This isn’t improvement. It’s because no one’s reading, so there are no negative reviews!
The standard female voice remained confident: “Quick transmigration stories are difficult when incomplete. Host must persist. Maybe you’ll ascend after completion!”
“Ascend my ass!” Ruan Ning exploded. “I just want to eat!”
The door was kicked open with a bang. Liang Fu walked in with a stern face, throwing something on the table with a clang and growling, “Eat!”
Ruan Ning almost burst into tears. Who would have thought she’d end up in such a situation?
The meal was cold porridge with pickled vegetables. Ruan Ning didn’t care and was about to eat, but Liang Fu pushed her hand away: “Wait!”
He brought over a kettle, added hot water and brown sugar, then coldly glanced at Ruan Ning: “Eat!”
The brown sugar and hot water ratio was standard. Ruan Ning’s stomach didn’t hurt, but if pretending could bring benefits, she didn’t mind continuing the act.
