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It's 10 p.m. in the villa's living room.

Shen Qingqiu pushed a printed supplementary agreement for the variety show in front of Lin Yan.

She was wearing a silk nightgown, her hair casually piled up at the back of her head, exuding the aura of a cool and aloof female CEO.

"Look, if there are no problems, sign it. We'll take an early flight tomorrow morning, directly to Coconut Breeze Island in Hainan."

Lin Yan picked up the agreement, didn't even glance at the beginning, and flipped directly to the last page. His eyes were fixed on the "Food and Beverage Protection Clause" section.

"A sufficient amount of fresh seafood is provided daily. In addition, a roast suckling pig will be specially provided by the production team..."

Lin Yan read it aloud and nodded in satisfaction. He picked up a pen and quickly wrote his name.

"Alright, boss, I'd be willing to leave my life on the island tomorrow for this pig."

Shen Qingqiu put away the agreement and warned coldly, "The island is broadcasting 24/7, so you better behave yourself. I don't expect you to be a super hard worker, but at least don't lie on the ground and sleep in front of millions of viewers."

"Also, people from Xingyao Entertainment have been watching you closely these past few days. Tomorrow, one of their rising star Chen Yu will be among the guests in your group, so don't go and hand him a knife."

Lin Yan waved his hand dismissively: "Don't worry, as long as there's enough food, I'm a person who prefers to live a peaceful life."

After saying that, he shuffled back to his large bedroom on the first floor, slipping on his slippers.

Lin Yan closed the door and collapsed onto the large bed. His eyes were a little sore from playing games for two hours straight.

But I can't sleep.

I always feel inexplicably energetic the night before joining a production team.

He got up, sat down at the computer desk, pressed the power button, and skillfully opened the browser.

Since I've decided not to be a hard-working, overworked celebrity in this world, I need to find some other fun.

Having a whole treasure trove of entertainment in one's mind and letting it rot away is truly a waste.

With his hands on the keyboard, he typed "largest novel website" into the search engine.

A page titled "Qihang Chinese Website" popped up on the screen.

Lin Yan clicked on it, and the homepage was filled with colorful recommendations, all with various formatted book titles.

"Nine Dragons Soaring to the Heavens".

Urban War God Dragon King.

The Iceberg CEO's Personal Bodyguard

"The End of the World: I Have a Watermelon Knife"

Lin Yan scrolled the mouse wheel for a full ten minutes before finally sighing.

The online literature market in this world is astonishingly large, with hundreds of millions of readers across the internet.

However, the subject matter is too homogeneous, completely resembling the early stages of fantasy and war god genres from ten years ago on Earth.

He clicked on "Suspense" in the category options, and the page that popped up was basically full of old-fashioned detective stories or dry supernatural ghost stories.

"No tomb raiding content?" Lin Yan raised an eyebrow.

On Earth, tomb raiding was once a super genre that supported half of the online literature world!

This kind of theme, which combines traditional feng shui, folk legends, thriller and suspense, and brotherhood, has an explosive appeal to readers.

Let me save the online novel world.

Lin Yan opened the author registration page.

Enter the pen name: 【摸金校尉】, verification successful.

New work: The Grave Robbers' Chronicles.

Synopsis: [Fifty years ago, a group of tomb raiders in Changsha unearthed a Warring States period silk scroll. The fragments recorded the location of a peculiar ancient tomb. Fifty years later, the grandson of one of the tomb raiders discovered this secret in his notes. He and a group of experienced tomb robbers set off to search for the treasure…]

Click Create.

Lin Yan opened the document software, and the familiar book appeared clearly in his mind, word by word.

His hands moved across the keyboard like afterimages, leaving only the continuous clatter of the mechanical keyboard in the room.

Chapter One, Blood Corpse.

"My grandfather was a tomb raider, to put it bluntly, a grave robber. In my hometown, this craft has many intricacies..."

No need for brainstorming, no writer's block; Lin Yan is simply a ruthless humanoid typing machine at this moment.

Two hours later, Lin Yan pressed the Enter key heavily.

I stretched and rubbed my sore wrists. I had typed a total of 30,000 words.

The plot then progresses to the point where Wu Xie, Fatty, and Xiao Ge enter the Seven Star Lu Palace and discover the Seven Star Suspicious Coffin containing the blood corpse.

It's perfectly positioned, right in that most nerve-wracking spot.

Lin Yan directly packaged all 30,000 words into a single volume and uploaded it to the backend of Qihang Chinese Website.

Choose to release at set times, two chapters per day.

"Done. Let the natives of this world experience the terror of being dominated by 'Chapter Dogs'."

I turned off the computer, crawled into bed, and fell asleep instantly.

At the same time, in Shenzhen, at the headquarters building of Qihang Chinese Network.

The editorial office was still brightly lit late into the night.

The editor of the suspense section, nicknamed "Cidan," was frantically chugging coffee in front of his computer screen.

He was a newly promoted editor and was assigned to the least popular suspense channel on the entire site.

Every day, the submissions we receive in the back office are either illogical locked-room murders or boring ghost stories that are just trying too hard to be mysterious, making people sleepy.

Pidan casually refreshed the list of newly created works in the backend.

A new book title popped up: The Grave Robbers' Chronicles.

"Tomb raiding? Notes?" Pidan frowned; it was the first time he had ever seen such a title.

The category I chose is Suspense - Ghost Hunting Adventure.

"Probably another nonsensical wilderness survival story." Pidan clicked on the first chapter with a sarcastic attitude.

Five minutes later, the coffee cup in Pidan's hand tilted, and he didn't even notice that coffee had dripped onto his pants.

"Luoyang shovel... smelling the soil to identify the era... the Nine Gates..." Pi Dan's breathing became rapid.

He turned the pages one by one. The writing was not fancy; in fact, it could be described as narrating in the most colloquial way.

But the overwhelming sense of realism is simply breathtaking.

Especially at the end of the first chapter, when Grandpa's companion was dragged away by the bloody thing underground, and Grandpa desperately escaped from the tomb, blood still flowing from his arm...

Pidan felt a chill run down his back.

He subconsciously glanced back at the empty space behind him and rubbed the goosebumps on his arm.

"Holy crap, this level of immersion is unbelievable!"

He became addicted and read all 30,000 words of the draft he had saved in the back office in one go.

Until the heavy breathing from the Seven Star Coffin ceased.

"Damn it! What's next?! You're such a short-lived dog!" Pidan couldn't help but slam his hand on the table.

The commotion immediately alerted the editor-in-chief, "Old Knife," at the next workstation.

Old Dao walked over with a thermos cup, frowned, and tapped on Pi Dan's table.

"What's wrong with you in the middle of the night? Did you find a good book during the investigation?"

Pidan excitedly pointed at the screen: "Editor-in-chief, this book is amazing! A completely new genre! It's about how to dig up antiques and raid tombs. The setting is so meticulous, it's like a textbook, the immersion is unbeatable, it's definitely going to be a hit!"

Old Dao leaned over to look at the book title, then glanced at the first few paragraphs.

He frowned and shook his head.

"The writing style is too dry. And frankly, isn't tomb raiding just about digging up people's ancestral graves? Readers read web novels for thrills, to see the protagonist show off and get their comeuppance. Who wants to watch a bunch of grown men digging up dead bones in a dark, smelly mud cave?"

"But the realism of this setting..." Pidan tried to argue.

"What's the use of realism? This book has a small target audience from the start. The suspense channel already has very low viewership, so don't waste recommendation resources on this kind of obscure and strange book."

Old Dao blew on the goji berries in his cup, setting the tone with an air of old-fashioned wisdom.

"Just give it a random, marginal post and let it flop. If it flops, the author can just abandon the project."

Old Dao turned and walked back to his office.

Pidan stared at the backend page on the computer screen and gritted his teeth.

The editor-in-chief had spoken, and he couldn't disobey.

Within my own permissions, I can only place "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles" in the "New Book Recommendations" section at the very bottom of a secondary page tomorrow night.

"Sorry, boss. I hope your book is lucky enough to survive." Pidan clicked "Approved" and then pressed the "Assign Recommendation" button.