northernbook Chapter 1 Your kind of system is rare.
Chapter 1 Your kind of system is rare.
At noon, Lin Liuyi logged onto the Shizi website again to check his books.
"What's going on? Why is this rotten persimmon getting traffic?"
Lin Liuyi didn't understand. Yesterday, the number of readers was still rising, but today it plummeted.
She was momentarily confused, wondering if she really didn't have the talent to write books.
Speaking of Lin Liuyi, she is a relatively unknown author on the Shizi website. Over the years, she has written five, six, or seven books.
Of course, some books are extremely popular, while others are incredibly popular but don't get any recognition. Most of them are just average, just enough to get full attendance.
She had started a new book and thought the data would be better than before.
Unexpectedly, it's still the same. The data fluctuates every day, and she's ready to give up.
"That shouldn't be the case, isn't it? I wrote a historical fiction story."
Lin Liuyi couldn't understand it. This formula wasn't wrong. The female lead transmigrated into the body of an educated youth sent to the countryside, then used her cheat-like abilities to fight against all sorts of awful people. Later, she was given an official partner, and the two of them either took the college entrance exam together or lived a sweet and happy life.
She had it all planned out. With military officer novels being so popular lately, she'd arrange for the female lead to be paired with a soldier, have them have a baby, and then they'd live happily ever after until the grand finale.
Why is the data so bad now, right when the female lead starts going to the countryside? Is it because I didn't write enough dramatic scenes, or because my plot isn't compelling enough?
Lin Liuyi couldn't understand it. She felt so desperate. Why was it so hard to make money?
Everyone says that writing novels is a quick way to make money, so why is it that even though she's written so many, it's still not enough? She doesn't even make 5000 yuan a month in royalties!
Little did they know, it wasn't that easy.
With the booming development of the self-media industry, many people are boasting about earning tens of thousands of yuan a month writing novels. In reality, if you look at the websites, there are only more than 3000 people who earn more than 5000 yuan in royalties.
Is 3000 people a lot? Compared to all the authors on the Shizi website, this number is not large at all.
Therefore, those who can earn tens of thousands of yuan in royalties are extremely rare.
As for why so many people on social media are boasting about it, isn't it obvious? It's all for selling courses!
This is utterly deceptive!
Even though Lin Liuyi thought about giving up a hundred times, he eventually picked up his pen and continued writing articles. Perfect attendance was fine; at least he would still have some money.
It's truly heartbreaking to shed a tear for my own vulnerability!
"Want more people to read your novel? Want more royalties? Want more tips? Want..."
Before the other person could finish speaking, Lin Liuyi immediately perked up.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
The three loud words immediately silenced the other party.
"Why did you stop talking? What else is there?"
Seeing Lin Liuyi's curious and expectant expression, the other person asked her, "No, why aren't you scared? You don't even know what I am?"
"Pshaw, they're just systems and artifact spirits! I've been writing for years, I know this stuff pretty well!"
Lin Liuyi had a knowing look on his face, like someone who writes novels all the time, isn't this what these cheat codes are like?
It's either a system or a space.
Ghosts and demons are impossible; it was agreed that they couldn't become spirits after the founding of the People's Republic of China!
The other party fell silent.
"But are you a system or a spirit?" Lin Liuyi was still a little curious.
"System." The other party reluctantly admitted their identity.
"Oh my, it's a system! So, what tasks do I need to do? Should I start preparing?"
Who hasn't secretly fantasized about quick transmigration?
"No, aren't you afraid I have ulterior motives?" The system started to get anxious. What was going on? Why was this person even happier than it? Weren't humans supposed to be very vigilant?
"Then look at what I have left: a cramped rented room, a meager balance of cash, a mountain of debt, and a frail body. Which one do you want?"
The reason why Lin Liuyi is so persistent in writing novels is simply because she is an orphan.
I managed to finish high school and university by working part-time, and I still haven't finished paying off my student loans.
Although writing novels didn't make her rich, the meager royalties she received each month were enough to cover her rent.
She has another job in addition to her main job, which helps pay off her loans and occasionally helps out the orphanage. Her biggest wish is to save up enough money to buy her own little house, one that belongs to her alone.
If you ask her why she doesn't work part-time, the reasons are twofold: firstly, the timing isn't right, and secondly, her health isn't very good; otherwise, she wouldn't have been abandoned at the orphanage.
Moreover, writing novels doesn't require any other investment; you just need to register. She can even occasionally slack off and use the company's computer to write.
In short, Lin Liuyi felt that he had nothing left for others to take advantage of.
Lin Liuyi's directness left the system momentarily speechless, and it felt its core was overheating.
"But what type of system are you?"
Hearing Lin Liuyi's question, the system was finally able to answer normally, "Hello, host! I am the Multiverse Distribution System! Simply put, I transmit the novels you write to other worlds. If someone reads your work, they will become your reader!"
Lin Liuyi didn't dwell on it. The system had already called her its host, so she asked it carefully, "Become my reader? Then I'll get paid?"
"You'll only get paid after you tip!" the system said somewhat awkwardly.
Seeing Lin Liuyi's calm expression, it quickly tried to salvage the situation, "Host, the rewards from readers in the myriad realms aren't always just money; they could be other things, like pills, immortal herbs, or something like that! Don't you want some?"
Hearing the system say this, Lin Liuyi became interested. "These things really exist?"
"Of course, the world is vast and full of wonders. Besides, if I exist, then those things must exist too!" the system said confidently, then hesitated for a moment.
"However, the system will take half of any tips received!"
"How can you be so stingy!" Although Lin Liuyi hadn't received a single reward yet, hearing the system say this made her feel a pang of heartache.
"The system needs energy to run, and it also needs to publish your articles to other worlds, all of which require energy. Don't worry, host, once my energy is full, I won't share your rewards anymore," the system said obsequiously.
Upon hearing the system's explanation, Lin Liuyi said she would reluctantly accept it.
"However, your type of system is quite rare!"
What can you say about the system? It wasn't originally a system; it was just a tool responsible for distributing things.
It was simply modified into a system, then found to be useless, and was directly banished to the universe. By a twist of fate, it ended up on Earth and even clung to Lin Liuyi, which already consumed a small amount of its energy!