Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

"In another year or two, you'll be close to awakening your Qi, which means awakening your spiritual energy. There are many things you'll need money for in your future cultivation and increasing your spiritual energy! Start saving slowly~"

So even becoming a superhuman doesn't mean you can't live without human sustenance! In fact, it consumes even more energy!

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Gold loses one fourteen-hundredth of its volume every year; this is known as "wear and tear." Therefore, of the fourteen billion pieces of gold circulating worldwide, one million pieces are worn away each year.

This million dollars turned to dust, drifting and floating, becoming atoms light enough to be inhaled and exhaled. This inhalant, like a heavy burden, weighed on people's consciences, chemically reacting with their souls, making the rich arrogant and the poor vicious. —Victor Hugo

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Chapter 20: Gou Quan Writes the Book, Fatty Gets a Share of the Money, Zhao Hao Levels Up

June 22nd, the summer solstice.

The night before, Zhao Hao eagerly awaited today's sign-in, much like a child waiting to open a Christmas present the next day.

But the system still wouldn't recognize it!

Enraged, he roared, "The summer solstice is a seasonal solar term, and every civilization on Earth has to recognize it! Does your garbage system even understand holidays?!"

Zhao Hao roared angrily at home early in the morning, but the system remained silent...

Unfortunately, I haven't had the system for very long, and there are still many things I haven't figured out yet.

Although he was a little impatient, Zhao Hao was still able to patiently explore and figure things out slowly.

It's not like the kind of situation where you transmigrate and your whole family dies, you have a blood feud waiting to be avenged, or you're jilted by your fiancé and relentlessly hunted down.

"...So I'm actually quite lucky? I can take it slow?" Zhao Hao consoled himself.

However, Zhao Hao did make progress. First of all, he practiced boxing every morning and evening. The Wanxiang Boxing has no fixed routine and simulates all things. It is simply the most imaginative boxing style.

Zhao Hao has clearly felt his own progress during these days of training.

Even their physical fitness has improved to some extent!

However, it's not displayed in the attributes yet, so it might not have the +1 effect. But the enhancement is real.

In addition, Zhao Hao has already copied more than half of the Yunzhuan version of the Huangting Neijing Jing in one go!

The progress is very obvious!

After experiencing initial discomfort for the first few days, Zhao Hao's adaptability began to improve rapidly. He guessed it was because he had a mental attribute of 7 points after transmigrating.

5 points is the average for ordinary people, and I am 40% higher than the average person, which may be why.

Even Uncle Tie said that Zhao Hao has improved very quickly: "I didn't realize you had such good talent!"

June 23rd is Olympic Day.

Adventure Diary: Father's Day is fine, I'll just pretend the system doesn't have a father. Summer Solstice is fine too, I'll just pretend it's a solar term. But why don't you even treat Olympic Day as a holiday? Don't you have any Olympic spirit at all?

Zhao Hao couldn't figure out what kind of festival this was. Could it be a traditional Chinese festival?

The next day was Saturday, and Gou Quan came to find Zhao Hao.

First, they wanted to meet and have a meal together; second, they wanted to discuss Liu Bei's grand plan!

Gou Quan: "Hehe~~Hehehe~~~"

Gou Quan kept chuckling to himself while eating, making the waiters uneasy. They wondered if he was high on drugs!

If it weren't for Zhao Hao, a Song man, by his side, that kid would definitely have fled to save himself.

Black people are already more prejudiced, and this guy looks like he's mentally unstable at first glance!

Zhao Hao quickly kicked his shin: "Damn it, what's wrong with you? What are you grinning about!"

Gou Quan wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, snapping out of his reverie.

"Here's the thing... I think it's too slow for you to write all by yourself! You have no idea how many people are urging me to release a new book every day! Our books are selling like hotcakes!"

"But we can't keep up with the word count!"

"I thought to myself, why don't I give it a try? My writing skills are pretty good too!"

Gou Quan stared wide-eyed at Zhao Hao, hoping to gain his support and affirmation.

Goodness, you've become a mature and capable writer; it's time to learn to type on your own!

Zhao Hao leaned back tactically, arms crossed: "Where have I seen that expression before?" That's right! Gou Quan always wants to try out anything good, and he always has that same expression. Like that "mob" incident where he got a beating...

But what else could he say?

It's like when a friend suddenly says they've started writing online novels and asks you to take a look. What would you say?

Ah, not bad, keep it up, you'll definitely become a big hit!

The editor just has poor taste; he'll be a hit on another website!

This generation of readers has terrible taste!

Persistence is victory!

It's okay, that stuff wasn't written by a human! Let's go, let's go play games!

"Did you bring it? Let me see how it's written!"

Zhao Hao took a notebook from the excited Gou Quan. Gou Quan was so excited! It was as if he could see himself becoming the number one bestselling author in the United States.

Yes, I understand. Everyone goes through this.

However, upon seeing Gou Quan's handwriting, Zhao Hao realized that English could be written so sloppily!

With your skill level, you could become a doctor in a hospital!

It takes a lot of effort just to decipher the handwriting; it's practically a game of spot the flaws!

Zhao Hao felt that this thing was comparable to the Cloud Seal script.

After a few minutes, Zhao Hao stared at the laptop in silence, Gou Quan stared at him with hopeful eyes, and the waiter stared at Gou Quan, the mental patient. The scene was quiet for a while.

After about three minutes of silence, Zhao Hao took a deep breath and spoke with difficulty...

"Um... isn't there a tiny problem with this line? The male protagonist, with both arms severed, is wailing and crying?! Tears are rolling down his face like Lanzhou noodles?! And he shouts: 'Why am I mute?!'"

Zhao Hao knew that there was a Lanzhou noodle restaurant near Gou Quan's house run by people from Shandong, dating back to the Song Dynasty!

But the description of tears rolling down like Lanzhou noodles still gave him a strong shock!

What an incredible imagination!

Both arms were severed, and he clutched his head and wept bitterly, his tears flowing like Lanzhou noodles... I can picture it! I can picture it!

Gou Quan explained, "There's nothing wrong with it! This is a tragic male protagonist! It's all about starting with a slump and then rising to the top!"

Zhao Hao nodded with difficulty. He hadn't expected Gou Quan to know the strategy of first suppressing and then elevating, to understand some tricks, and to have done his homework. "If you knew the Golden Three Chapters," he thought, "wouldn't you soar to the top?"

Gou Quan has already tried so hard, how can I be so harsh on him? Everyone has a first time.

Zhao Hao took a deep breath and gave a faint smile.

At this moment, the waiter panicked a little when he saw this: Oh no! Another one has gone mad!

Zhao Hao then asked, "Okay, we already have a mute male lead... so what about the female lead?"

Gou Quan slammed his fist on the table: "The female lead was blinded by the headlights of a luxury car all night..."

This scene was clearly his masterpiece, and his excitement was beyond words.

Zhao Hao's expression at that time (*゜ー゜*).

Gou Quan continued, "Also, I think I portrayed the rich and powerful man the best!"

"Where is it good?" Zhao Hao was already numb.

Gou Quan waved his hand casually: "He's incredibly generous! The chairman of the Universe Group, worth ninety trillion! And he's incredibly gentle... Look, it's his girlfriend's birthday, and he dropped three atomic bombs on her to celebrate! He even said, 'If you like, I'll drop one for you next year!'"

"And he especially loves working out; he's the kind of powerful man with a forty-two-pack!"

Zhao Hao felt his mind beginning to twist: "Forty-two abs? Is that even human?" He thought of a human centipede.

"Oh dear! They're lined up sideways!" Gou Quan patted his stomach.

Is that a beer barrel? Is that the Beer Man, with such a big belly?

"And look at his girlfriend, she's so pitiful! She's been an orphan since she was little!"

"An orphan? That does fit the style of a certain place!"

"Right! Let me tell you, this is what happened! This woman isn't an ordinary person; she was born with memories of her past life!"

Oh, this is getting interesting!

Did I misunderstand Gou Quan? This is a female protagonist rebirth novel! It's a female-oriented novel!

"When the woman saw that the doctor who delivered her baby was the man who killed her, she was terrified and shrank back!"

Zhao Hao: It...it shrank back? w(?Д?)w

"When the doctor saw this, he quickly pulled her out! The woman tried to pull back forcefully, so the doctor pulled her out forcefully!"

Zhao Hao: Is this a tug-of-war? Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

"After a while, the woman became an orphan!"

Zhao Hao: This probably deserves a celebration with the release of a giant Ivan! (°ー°〃)

It's numb, completely numb!

Zhao Hao was so embarrassed that he almost tore the sole of his shoe with his toes!

The waiter, who had been eavesdropping, was getting tired of it all!

As if witnessing something extraordinary had shocked and corrupted his spirit, he stood frozen in place, teetering on the verge of collapse...

Please, leave the novel alone! The readers are innocent!

My main concern is that you might get hacked to death in the street by some of your furious readers!

Didn't you see the waiter next to you clenching his fists, his veins bulging?

He had reached the limit of his patience!

If you say even one more word, he might suddenly attack and kill you!

And so, Gou Quan's dream of becoming a yellow-skinned literary youth sank into the sea before it even set sail.