I entered Huayu Entertainment in 2016.

Hearing the busy tone of the phone, Wang Zian put the phone on the table, and the screen went dark.

For some reason, I felt a strange, faint happiness in my heart.

After quickly composing himself, he took a deep breath and began to write his reflections seriously.

Regarding the conclusion of "Once Upon a Time There Was a Spirit Sword Mountain"... Thank you to all readers.

When he was seven years old, he awakened a memory from another time and space, most of which were about knowledge.

Occasionally, other things would creep into his mind.

They are complete, detailed stories, sometimes in the form of images and sometimes in the form of text.

Over the years, he gradually wrote down these stories.

Up to this book, "Once Upon a Time There Was a Spirit Sword Mountain," he has written quite a few books, using two pen names and creating different series for each, with each pen name achieving a platinum account.

The latest one, of course, is "Once Upon a Time There Was a Spirit Sword Mountain," which just finished airing.

Previous titles include *The Bad Guys*, *Seven Swords*, *My Girlfriend is from a Thousand Years Ago*, *Soul Street*, *Chinese Hero*, *The Sun and the Moon Are Wrong*, *Attack on Titan*, *Jujutsu Kaisen*, *Xia Lan*, *Fox Spirit Matchmaker*, *Corpse Brother*, *Akame ga Kill!*, *Black Clover*, *Hunter x Hunter*, *Demon Slayer*, *Fumoran's Burial*, *Jujutsu Kaisen*, *Dr. Stone*, *Qin's Moon*, and more...

If his list of works were compiled, it would fill an entire screen.

One of the most popular books is the original long-form novel "Naruto Warriors," set in the Naruto world, with subscription numbers so high that it makes the editors laugh in the middle of the night.

His farewell message had just been published when the editor in charge, Hongxing, called.

"Hey author! Your book is finished. When are you planning to start your next one? I can help you get maximum traffic support—homepage promotion, pop-up promotion, and full-channel coverage. Just tell me the date you're starting the new book!"

Hearing the editor's urgent greetings, Wang Zian felt somewhat unreal.

"I'll stop writing for now!" Wang Zian decisively and straightforwardly refused.

"Big Brother, please don't!" Red Star was on the verge of tears; "You're already Platinum, do you know how much of an impact it has if an account at this level isn't updated for a long time?"

"You really can't stop updating. Could you at least write a short story to tide you over? Besides, you've written quite a few short stories!"

"I know, but I really can't write it right now."

Wang Zian leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the constantly scrolling comments section on his computer screen. His tone was calm. "I have some very important things to do next, so I'll take a break for six months."

"A six-month break? Not retiring from writing?"

"It's not that I'm retiring from writing!"

"That's good, that's good!" Editor Hongxing breathed a sigh of relief. If a platinum-level author were to stop writing during his maintenance period, that would be a major incident in his career.

Half a year is considered a rest period for these online novel masters who have been writing for many years.

"Hey author, during your break, take a look at some of your old books. Some of them aren't finished yet, you know what I mean?"

Prince An nodded: "Understood! I'm the chief steward!"

"Hehehe~!" Hongxing laughed somewhat awkwardly.

My editor is a ruthless person who will stop updating and start a new book at the drop of a hat.

There are too many unfinished novels that have stopped updating to this day, and they are being chased and scolded by readers, but they don't care at all.

If it weren't for her own strong writing ability, she really wouldn't want to take on an author like that.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zian went back to QQ and looked at his largest fan group.

That was his earliest platinum account's reader group, which consistently had over a thousand active members, and they usually talked about the plot and related topics.

Because a long novel had suddenly finished tonight, messages in the group chat were scrolling by rapidly, and the chat history on his phone screen was scrolling upwards at lightning speed.

[Southern Hero]: Another classic has come to an end, yay!

This person is always very active in the group.

She was the first to send a row of confetti emojis in the group chat.

Next up is [Northern War God]: I hope you'll start a new book soon. Several masters like you, whose works are classics, have stopped writing much in the last two years. Please keep going, Master.

【Sweet Coconut】: Sigh! Do you think this book was easy to read? The beginning was so funny, everyone thought it was a lighthearted comedy, but the ending was so tragic! Author, you have no heart!

Looking at the comment, Wang Zian muttered to himself, "Where do I lack a heart?"

A smile played on his lips as his eyes scanned line after line of reader comments.

[Striving Xiaotian] suddenly chimed in the group chat: Agreed, this book is perfect for adaptation!

Then another familiar profile picture popped up.

[Adorable Bean]: I really like the male protagonist; he has a very strong will. But I prefer the author's previous book, *Attack on Titan*, which has a deeper meaning. I dreamed about it all week after reading it.

[Boat]: Don't flatter the author too much. Once he gets cocky, he'll start going on hiatus again for his next book! Can't the author just fill in the gaps in the books he didn't finish before?

Wang Zian looked at the flood of reader comments and found them strangely amusing.

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Prince Ann has two Platinum accounts.

One is called "How can we say we have no clothes?", and the other is called "Keep your mouth shut".

Each account is responsible for a different area.

Qi Yue Wu Yi specializes in historical fiction, fantasy, and xuanhuan (a genre of Chinese fantasy literature), while San Yan Ke Kou (another genre of Chinese fantasy literature) guards the urban supernatural and otherworldly continents.

Each account has a number of good books listed.

In fact, Wang Zian had also wondered whether the memories that had been flooding into his mind since he was seven years old were real or some kind of hallucination that he could not explain.

On his birthday, a version of himself from a different time and space, having lived a different life, packed up everything he had seen, heard, and read and handed it to him all at once.

The premise itself is as absurd as a third-rate fantasy novel.

But whenever the numbers in the bank account, the sample books on the bookshelf, or the cheers from the readers' group appear, these successes provide solid proof of the authenticity of those memories.

So sometimes when he turns off his computer and lies in bed late at night, he stares at the ceiling and asks himself: Which side is the real world?

However, thanks to these resurrected memories and stories, he is doing quite well now.

As he finished reading the book and leaned back in his chair, he suddenly realized something: he had grown up.

Wang Zian was considering whether to open a new account and this time register it under his own ID card.

The two accounts I used before were registered under my father's ID card and my mother's ID card, respectively.

It wasn't that he wanted to hide it, although he did want to hide it, mainly because he was only twelve years old when he applied for the account, which was below the minimum age for signing a contract.

Now that he's an adult, he can legitimately open a new account using his own ID card.

What should he write on this new account? He hasn't decided yet.

But it's always better to apply first.

Just as he had easily registered an account, his WeChat suddenly rang.

It is its own group of platinum authors.

He had set this group to "Do Not Disturb" for a long time. He would only check the messages every few days, and even then, he wouldn't reply; he would just silently peek at the screen.

He had just finished dealing with a bunch of things today and was in a good mood, so he clicked in to take a look.