this infinite world

Zhang Heng has been dreaming recently.

What you think about during the day you will dream about at night. This is nothing, but what makes Zhang Heng strange is that he seems to have the same dream all the time. In the dream, he seems to no longer be in human form, but a thing that cannot be named and difficult to describe in words, and is being besieged by several powerful men.

Although the faces of most of the enemies could not be seen clearly, nor did they leave much impression in Zhang Heng's memory, he could still vaguely remember the three strongest ones. One was a beautiful woman in palace dress, one was a woman with glasses and a plain face holding something similar to a millstone, and the last one was a majestic man who walked like a dragon and a tiger, with four sacred beasts following him, the five elements of light surrounding his body, and the eight trigrams accompanying him. He was in charge of the area, and he was also the strongest among them...

"Ah!"

Suddenly, accompanied by a loud sneeze, Zhang Heng woke up from his dream. All the concepts of men and women, the four symbols, the five elements, and the eight trigrams disappeared, and there was only tears and snot on his face, and a blurry vision with stars in front of his eyes.

After realizing that he was dreaming, Zhang Heng quickly grabbed the tissue beside him and wiped his face, then quickly took the water cup from the bedside table and swallowed a few cold medicine pills. After a long wait for the medicine to take effect, he felt better.

"what's going on……"

Zhang Heng muttered, feeling his body regain some strength. He then propped himself up with his arms, leaned on the bed with his forehead covered, picked up the phone on the bedside table and unlocked the screen.

However, when Zhang Heng's eyes fell on the dense messages on the screen, the headache that had just been relieved came back again, and the fatigue of the body surged into his heart. At the same time, these messages also evoked his memories of what happened during this period.

In recent times, Zhang Heng can be said to be quite busy... Of course, it is the kind of busyness that tends to be good.

Since Zhang Heng sold the copyright of "Battle Through the Heavens" for 100,000 yuan, the popularity of this work has exceeded everyone's expectations, even Zhang Heng, the author. Not only have the subscriptions and monthly ticket results broken records, but it has also been ranked at the top of various search engines. The phrase "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't despise the young and poor" has become popular on the Internet, and the book is also showing a tendency to go viral.

Seeing how popular the book "Battle Through the Heavens" was, Qidian.com naturally felt like it was a gift from heaven. As the saying goes, if you don't take what heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences. The decision-makers behind the scenes would naturally not let go of this already rising trend. Soon, a series of plans for subsequent adaptation, game, film and television adaptation were put on the agenda and began to be intensively prepared.

Although Zhang Heng has sold the copyright, on the one hand, the book is still in the process of serialization, and the subsequent plot development is inseparable from him; on the other hand, the corresponding promotion work also requires the full cooperation of him as the original author.

In addition, due to various considerations, Qidian seemed to launch this work as a typical case of the website, turning to a more diversified track, and raising a large amount of funds... Therefore, Zhang Heng, who was still worrying about whether "100,000 yuan was too cheap", had to succumb to the power of capital and actively cooperate with the subsequent plan.

Such an important matter naturally required Zhang Heng to personally attend, and he had to travel back and forth between several cities, being so busy that he almost never touched the ground, and inevitably sacrificed his sleep time. In addition, during this time, Zhang Heng also had to play his favorite online game, World of Warcraft, dungeons, and equipment, as well as appreciate a series of resources sent to his mailbox by various unknown netizens in private chats...

The root causes of most diseases can be traced back to lack of rest and a healthy diet. Zhang Heng was originally a typical single homebody who spent most of his time in his own little world. His daily diet was not nutritionally balanced, which invisibly laid the hidden dangers for illness. As a result, he did not get enough sleep and his body became weaker and weaker due to studying. If he didn't get sick, who would?

Fortunately, Zhang Heng was suffering from nothing more than a common cold. Although it made him feel dizzy, had a poor appetite, and had an irresistible sense of drowsiness, it was only a minor illness after all. However, during the time he was fighting a severe cold, he seemed to be constantly entangled in dreams, and he always had a sense of déjà vu in the scenes in his dreams, as if it was the world he had written...

——Is it possible that there is such a thing as “reader resentment”?
Thinking about the urban legends that have been circulating in the author circle, and his own frequent online scolding of the rich and treacherous old thieves, Zhang Heng couldn't help but shudder. It was not until this moment that he remembered with a guilty conscience that he had not written seriously for a long time because he was too busy recently.

Although Zhang Heng's own special ability means that as long as someone continues to follow the series, the plot will automatically continue even if he does not need to open the computer to type and update the novel. However, perhaps out of an author's "professional ethics" or the principle of being responsible for his own work, Zhang Heng has always been controlling the general development of the plot.

But human energy is always limited, and Zhang Heng is not a hard-working person. As time goes by, he forgets about things in reality... The thriving "Battle Through the Heavens" is fine, but for "Infinite Horror" that he just wrote, Zhang Heng has not seen the specific progress for several months, and how the plot has developed.

It's not that Zhang Heng is a mediocre person, it's just that the benefits between the two are completely disproportionate. Compared with "Fights Break Sphere", which has always paid attention to controlling the development of the plot, "Infinite Horror" is like a chicken rib, which is tasteless and a pity to throw away.

If "Fights Break Sphere" is Zhang Heng's current cash cow, a hen that lays golden eggs and can bring him endless income and fame and fortune; then "Infinite Horror" is similar to the yellow-faced woman at home, a fruit tree that can bear fruit on its own if left there. Its significance to Zhang Heng is just less than one-tenth of the royalties of the former, nothing more.

To be fair, such a rate of return is indeed not worth Zhang Heng's attention. It's just that the dreams during this period reminded Zhang Heng of this book again, and by the way, he remembered the books he had cheated out of after the original "Magic Century", "Legend of the Machine God", "Miracle Flash", "Song of the Great World", "The Song of the Mad Knight", and the group of readers with amazing resentment...

When he thought of the group of trolls who had been chasing him around in various forums, bad memories came flooding back to Zhang Heng's mind, and his head, which had just gotten better after taking the medicine, started to hurt again. But thinking of Infinite Horror, the book he had poured his heart and soul into, Zhang Heng sighed again, picked up his phone, and joined the Infinite Horror book club, which he hadn't been to for a long time.

But what Zhang Heng didn't expect was that even though he hadn't spoken in the book club for a long time, the discussion in the group was quite intense. Most people were discussing the plots with great interest. The speed at which the information was refreshed even made him dizzy... Zhang Heng was a little confused just by looking at the issues being discussed.

What is the Zero Point Sniper Rifle? Is it a high-tech weapon or a legendary magic tool? What is the sudden introduction of the background of the Primordial Heaven? What impact will it have on the main god space and the reincarnation team?

Where did you get me? Am I still watching Infinite Horror?

Even if Zhang Heng no longer paid attention to the situation of "Infinite Horror", he realized one thing at this moment, that is, during the time when he let the story generate freely, the development of the plot had completely exceeded his control... Thinking of this, Zhang Heng quickly opened the mobile browser and searched for the Infinite Horror forum.

Compared to the book club, the guys in the forum were nice and friendly, and their discussions were more detailed and thorough, both in depth and breadth. Even many of the early details were things that Zhang Heng himself had never thought of.

After clicking on a featured post titled "Chu Xuan's Art of Entering the World of Reincarnation for the First Time" and reading it from beginning to end, Zhang Heng suddenly thought, "Oh, so this is the reason why I wrote it this way."

Zhang Heng was immersed in reading, laughing from time to time, and seemed to be enjoying it. After reading the analysis, he clicked on a post marked as the essence, and took a look at the situation in the book club group. As we all know, the book club group is actually a hodgepodge. It is said to be a discussion group for plots and settings, but in fact, there are all kinds of discussions. It is better to say that most of the time, it is normal not to talk about books... And during the time Zhang Heng was reading the post, the topic in the group had already changed several times.

As it should be, everyone is now having a pleasant academic exchange and corresponding resource sharing. Suddenly, everyone turned into a veteran driver, treating a good book club as a racing car on the Akina Mountain, leaving tire marks everywhere.

"(Picture)(Picture)(Picture)(Picture)"

"Anything else? Not sexy enough, give me some more."

"Please add my QQ number and I will tell you more..."

"Get lost! Who let Oatmeal in here? The administrator should kick him out! By the way, I have some good stuff here. Show it to the brothers..."

"You are not a good guy either! The resources I sent last time were Calabash Brothers, Black Cat Sheriff, Blue Cat's Three Thousand Questions, and Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit's Seven Heroes. Get out of here!"

"I'm just a passerby, but The Legend of the Seven Heroes of Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit is pretty good."

"To be honest, it is true that Lantu is very lustful..."

"+1."

"Get lost, you beastians! This group is ruined by bastards like you!"

In a blink of an eye, the post went off track again. Fortunately, the holy administrator finally stopped the argument. He first skillfully cleared the advertising guy and the cereal guy out of the group, and then gave the old driver a gag. Then he sent a series of mysterious codes, which attracted praise from the stupid group members. The message of "good people have a peaceful life" soon filled the screen...

"Damn it, how come the book club of Infinite Horror has become like this, and the management is the one who took the lead and followed suit..."

Although he said so, Zhang Heng couldn't help but smile and hum. As expected, the next sentence the young man said to himself exposed his perverted nature: "You didn't even think of sharing good resources with me in private chat first... Ahem, I was wrong, you didn't even think of notifying me in advance."

"But it doesn't matter now... allow me to criticize it."

Although he knew that his physical condition was not suitable for certain tasks, Zhang Heng immediately forgot all the nonsense when he saw the pictures of his friends in the group. He typed "Good people will have a peaceful life" and got out of bed. He turned on his computer and waited for the download to be completed before fighting with a teacher for 300 rounds...

But what Zhang Heng didn't expect was that as soon as he turned on the computer, the communication software in the lower right corner of the screen started to beep, and the message records instantly filled the entire screen. This gave Zhang Heng a bad feeling.

But when he looked at his phone, he was surprised to find that the messages in the group were no longer "Good people will have a peaceful life", but uniform exclamations...

"Fuck! Great! Capture! I finally caught him!"

"Hush, there's a Z-type monster here. His stockpile is six times the amount we updated today. Let's sneak up on him..."

It was not until this moment that Zhang Heng realized that the reply he had just made, "May good people live a peaceful life", was actually sent from his main account, rather than from the small account that had been lurking in the group to peek at the resources... After thinking about his own situation, Zhang Heng broke into a sweat.

You know, Zhang Heng’s big account hadn’t spoken in the group for a long time. His sudden appearance at this time was like a spark, instantly igniting the enthusiasm of the book friends. After a brief surprise, this group of diehard fans of "Infinite Horror" immediately rose up and threw questions at him one after another -

"Master Z, what is the effect of Zheng Zha's spiritual light 'Heavenly Dragon'? I don't understand it at all..."

"Master Z, can Zhao Yingkong's spiritual light 'Mirror of the Heart' pull out Zhao Zhuikong, Zhao Ruikong and himself? Can it also pull out more brothers and sisters? Is this prototype the God of Hell in Haihu?"

"Master Z, what level is Cheng Xiao now? If the fourth-order gene lock is converted to the next level, it should be Dou Huang? Or Dou Zong?"

"Z Da..."

Looking at the countless questions in the group, Zhang Heng's eyes went dark. At this moment, he had only one thought -

——It’s bad, why can’t I, the author, even understand what they are discussing? (End of this chapter)