I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

Seeing that it was still early, Tian Xiwei hesitated for a moment before switching to Weibo to see what story "Wings of Mourning" was about.

Upon opening the novel website, the first thing that catches the eye is a comment from author Zero, which can be described as extremely arrogant and domineering—

"Readers of the Chinese website, your emperor has returned!"

Although it had only been posted for less than an hour, the comments section had already exceeded 99+, and the comments were simply "appalling":

The great writer Zero has once again graced his loyal Chinese website with his presence today.

[Standing before you now is the holder of the highest collection record and the highest sales record for online novels, the fastest rising Black Gold author in history, the youngest Black Gold author in history, the most popular online novel author in history, the only online novel author in history to have entered the top ten of Weibo's trending searches, the highest mountain in the online novel circle—Zero!!!]

Grandpa Zero, you've finally come back to see your grandson!

Upon seeing this last "heartfelt confession," Tian Xiwei couldn't help but burst out laughing.

God's authors, God's comment section, God's readers.

But to be honest, the atmosphere in the comments section is really great—cheerful, peaceful… and, well, even a little abstract!

However… Tian Xiwei stared at the comment “the youngest black gold writer in history” and fell into deep thought.

The youngest?

But didn't Teacher Yan say that Zero is only a few years younger than him?

If I remember correctly, Teacher Yan is already over fifty years old this year, so according to him, Zero must be at least over forty.

Is someone in their forties already the youngest black gold writer?

Tian Xiwei didn't quite understand, but she was in a hurry to watch "Wings of Mourning" and didn't dwell on it too much.

She clicked on the novel's main text and quickly became engrossed in it.

The story begins on a warm, sunny afternoon.

Young Lu Mingfei, despite being the "most outstanding" student, was invited to the principal's office for afternoon tea for the second time because his report card was too bad.

After chatting with him for a while, the principal told him a story—a story about Lu Mingfei's grandfather's grandfather.

The story takes place in the autumn of 1900, on a drizzly night.

Young Menek Cassel and his companion Lu Shanyan—Lu Mingfei's grandfather's grandfather—are passionate young men dedicated to overthrowing the feudal imperial system and ending the old era.

And the young Hilbert Jean Angers, traveling to a port in Germany to receive a special cargo.

A coffin.

When Tian Xiwei read this, she twitched her nose. A rainy night, a coffin... Could this be a horror story?

She glanced at the darkening sky outside the window and chose to continue looking down.

The coffin contained the remains of a young boy whose skeleton and organs looked exactly like those of an ordinary person, yet were completely different.

Because his heart actually has two atria and one ventricle, and in the only ventricle there is a conspicuous septum—a structure commonly found in reptiles.

This is a dragon corpse, an indescribable humanoid specimen.

If this specimen can be dissected, it will provide unprecedented detailed information for humanity and for mixed-race groups.

Menek sought out a renowned surgeon, Modler, to perform the dissection of the specimen.

Angers, as an assistant, served both to help and to supervise.

Menek and several elders drank tea and smoked cigars, awaiting good news.

During the autopsy, they discovered a chilling fact.

This "corpse" has clearly been dead for thousands of years, but the specimen still has soft skin and warm hair, as if it has never been affected by time.

His hands were handcuffed with forged steel, and his heart and head were nailed with long spikes, as if to nail down some unspeakable fear.

The doctors pulled out the long nails one by one and began to cut, but were horrified to find that, after a thousand years, the shriveled corpse was still flowing with blood.

The dissection proceeded methodically, and with each step deeper, Moder felt a growing sense of dread.

He was astonished to discover that this corpse, which looked no different from a human in appearance, had an internal structure completely different from that of a human, like a completely new species.

Suddenly, Modler, who had just opened the corpse's chest cavity, froze.

Because he saw with his own eyes that the corpse's dried-out heart actually beat slightly.

This is not a corpse, but a living being.

This discovery thrilled Modler to the point of madness, because as the witness to it all, he was destined to make history!

But at that moment, Angers was horrified. With lightning speed, he picked up the half-meter-long nail that had been driven into the corpse's heart earlier and, ignoring Modler's attempts to stop him, drove it into the heart again.

This is to prevent the revival of this ancient life.

Angers wiped away a cold sweat and immediately set off to inform Meneke, Lushanyan, and the elders that they had not received a corpse.

It is a life that can only be cursed and sealed, but cannot be completely killed.

However, Angers will regret this action for the rest of his life.

Because after he left, faced with the "miracle," the nearly insane Modler not only disobeyed Angers' orders and pulled out the giant nail, but also had his assistant doctor begin injecting the boy with adrenaline.

Thus, the monster's resurgence brought about a devastating disaster that could never be averted.

Seeing this, Tian Xiwei's heart clenched, and feelings of dissatisfaction and regret surged within her.

She continued looking down.

Angers rushed back as fast as he could, but it was too late; the monster's resurgence was inevitable.

All he could do was try to undo the colossal mistake he had made, even at the cost of his own life.

In the blink of an eye, Angers was defeated by the resurrected boy.

Following that, the chief and the tiger, Lu Shanyan's two companions, also chose to sacrifice themselves, leaving the boy in the wine cellar so that their companions could fire cannons capable of killing the monster.

Menek lost three of his comrades in an instant, but he had no time to grieve. He simply wiped his face, removing the rain and tears, and fired the cannonball.

But the monsters won't be killed so easily. All they can do is buy some time so their companions can send away something called an "egg".

Menek was responsible for leading the Secret Society elders, Viscount Charlotte and Marquis Gambet, away with the "egg".

Lu Shanyan stayed behind to cover the retreat and stop the resurrected boy, an ancient and noble first-generation being, a dragon king.

"Goodbye, Yamahiko," Menek whispered.

"Actually, I originally wanted to... help you kill the dragon you most wanted to kill." Menek's voice was hoarse.

"He won't die. But his throne will be overthrown by millions of people, and China will build great cities like Hamburg, with steamships sailing from Yichang all the way to the sea, and railways connecting all directions. The Chinese will no longer smoke opium. Children will be able to attend schools funded by the government. When you go to China again then, many people will speak English and German, and they will take you on a tour. China... is a very beautiful place," Lu Shanyan said softly.

Reading this, Tian Xiwei took a deep breath, realizing she might be having trouble sleeping tonight.