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"Anyway, please help me. This is also for the future happiness of your friend." Maeda Wanzi said, "Although the initial release of this book "Demon Wars" was very disappointing, it has a good follow-up effect and does have the potential to be a hit. In order to make further progress and to produce subsequent manuscripts, I will do it even if it means anything. Then I will get up and catch the person. Please pay more attention on your side. Thank you again!"

The phone hangs up.

The man sat for a while, then got up thoughtfully, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and shook a martini. He couldn't help but start to think about whether Shimazaki Nobunaga had any strange signs recently. It didn't matter if he thought about it - he found that there seemed to be nothing normal about this guy.

While claiming to be the emotional guru of the Heisei era, he actually has zero experience in love.

While criticizing the poor social and economic situation, he is more ruthless than anyone else in spending money to draw cards.

While he reminisces about the glory of being the student union president, his academic qualifications remain a mystery to this day.

While playing the main role in the ultimate harem show, he has no female voice actor colleagues with whom he has a good relationship. He pushes for roles and is not interested in the CV of the role. You know, even Matsuoka Yoshitsugu would have female colleagues teasing him!

He even asked for photos last night. After requesting a few sets, he turned his attention to the truth and asked if I had any pictures of paper people, as if this was his main purpose.

Could it be...

Could it be that Shimazaki Nobunaga, who seems to be growing up peacefully and smoothly, is actually a super-second-dimensional person whose soul has long been deeply alienated from reality, and writing light novels and constructing the world in his heart is the process of his reconciliation. When this process is blocked and the dream leading to Gensokyo is broken, will the Sixth Heaven Demon King, who has long been missing inside, do something bad that will make his relatives and friends cry?

Yin Ze felt that he should really take it seriously. At the very least, if the manuscript was cancelled due to delays in submission, it would be a big blow.

Just as the man was sending messages frantically on Line and preparing to make a phone call, there was an abrupt knock on the apartment door.

Yin Ze thought it was his little sister upstairs calling him for dinner, so he went to open the door.

"Hey, I knew you were at home." Shimazaki Nobunaga was carrying a suitcase and laughed, "Dude, can I stay for two days? I can just sleep on the floor."

"What are you doing?" Yin Ze was stunned on the spot.

"Oh, something happened. I need to stay out of the spotlight for a few days." Shimazaki Nobunaga smiled bitterly. At the same time, he recalled every detail of how he broke the peony flower jar. If his father who was away on a business trip found out, his butt would probably be split into four pieces. Well, he had to avoid his father's anger for the time being.

"Did you have a conflict with your family? Was there any friction?" Yin Ze pondered for a while, his eyes becoming visibly darker.

"I guess so, but it's just a small problem." Shimazaki Nobunaga put his hands on his hips and said truthfully.

If it is really a small matter, they will naturally tell it. Only those bad things that are difficult to tell will be covered up. This is also a kind of stubbornness and helplessness of adults.

The experienced Yin Ze sighed secretly and said gently, "Since it is not important, I won't ask. You come in first."

Shimazaki Nobunaga had no problem with it. He carried his suitcase in, skillfully found the spare bedding in the closet, and neatly made a bed on the floor. The Audio-Technica had done the same thing before when they spent New Year's Eve here.

"Have a drink." Yin Ze took out a can of beer at the right time.

"Oh, thank you." Shimazaki Nobunaga had been walking for so long in the hot summer and was extremely thirsty. He drank the can of ice-cold beer so refreshingly.

Seeing this man drinking to relieve his sorrow, Yin Ze's tone became softer, "Is there something wrong with you recently? If you don't mind, can you tell me about it and let it out?"

"No." Shimazaki Nobunaga was puzzled, and at the same time felt that the other party was abnormal. He spoke so softly, which was unprecedented. It was as hypocritical as a hunter who set a trap. Years of intrigue made him look around and be on guard.

"If there's nothing, then there's nothing. Why are you on guard like this? This isn't a den of dragons or tigers." Yin Ze shook his head. Of course he noticed the nervous look on Shimazaki Nobunaga's face, and he already had some answers in his mind.

"You go do your own thing, I'll charge my phone." Shimazaki Nobunaga felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.

"Okay, you calm down first, that's fine." Yin Ze nodded and went to heat up the leftovers in the refrigerator.

Ten minutes later, the food and drinks were placed on the small coffee table, and the two men sat opposite each other. Shimazaki Nobunaga also took a pair of chopsticks, looking at his phone and laughing foolishly, while occasionally picking up food.

"Is there really nothing happening recently?" Yin Ze thought for a while and asked.

"No." Shimazaki Nobunaga still said.

"Then why did you run away from home?"

"Oh, I was afraid that my father would chase me with a broom and beat me." Shimazaki Nobunaga said, "I dropped his beloved peony."

"The cover-up this time is more detailed, which is an improvement. It seems that he has really calmed down." Yin Ze nodded.

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"You said you had nothing to do recently. Then... why are you delaying the manuscript? The editor has come to me." Yin Ze said calmly.

"I actually came to you. Miss Maeda is too cruel." Shimazaki Nobunaga was stunned, and then said, "It's nothing, I just lack some inspiration recently. You don't understand this, sometimes writing is to open the computer, stare at a blank document for 8 hours, feel sad, and then turn off the computer. This is also a kind of writing."

"You wouldn't run away from home, would you?" Yin Ze shook his head gently. "Is it possible that your lack of inspiration and avoidance are related to your upbringing? Isn't it said that if you want to be an excellent creator, you must first have an unhappy childhood? You love reading sad literature so much, I guess you have found resonance, right? I'm sorry, I didn't notice your heart with old scars for so long."

"What's wrong with you? You look weird." Shimazaki Nobunaga raised his head, then looked back at his phone and continued to smile cheerfully.

"What are you looking at?" Yin Ze asked kindly like an old grandfather.

"It's just a normal N-site video." Shimazaki Nobunaga smiled and turned down the volume. The video was a collection of a fighting game, mixed with some animation clips. The combination was creative and very creative. "This video is well made. I'll watch it when I have nothing to do."

"After watching it so many times, have you given any likes or encouragement?" Yin Ze said seriously.

"Like to encourage?" Shimazaki Nobunaga was sure that something was wrong with someone. He looked around secretly and said with a guilty conscience, "Isn't this a bit bad?"

"Why? We should praise others for doing well. Or are you looking down on others? As a fellow creator, you see others producing more powerful works, but you can't break through your limitations no matter what and are stuck in a dead end?" Yin Ze said firmly.

"I don't know. When it comes to making videos, it's a matter of supply and demand. If someone watches it, someone will edit it. I never promoted it. I just secretly watched it a few times when I had nothing to do. I didn't ask them to edit it. It has nothing to do with me. If you want to blame someone, blame them." Shimazaki Nobunaga chose to distance himself from the matter in advance.

"Why are your voices so loud?" Yin Ze became more and more kind and stretched out his hand, "What are you looking at? Let me see it too."

The Sixth Heavenly Demon King quickly defended.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic. The manuscript can't be delayed any longer. Submit it as soon as possible." Bo Xun was as kind-hearted as a bodhisattva.

“I don’t have any inspiration at the moment.”

"The editor is a professional, you should listen to her opinion."

"Oh, don't say that. Ms. Maeda is too awesome. That feedback can make me stop." Shimazaki Nobunaga shook his head and sighed, "From her perspective, she only cares about the results and the market. But how can a masterpiece that can lead a generation of trends be born like this? Otherwise, why are there so few masterpieces?"

"Does it mean that your theme is not clear enough, the characters are not vivid enough, the conflicts are not detailed enough, the reversals are not intense enough, the narrative is not tortuous enough, the emotions are not strong enough, the main line is too flat, there is a lack of hooks, and there are no explosive points?" Yin Ze was concerned.

"My goodness, none of it is good. Is the illustration the only good thing?" Shimazaki Nobunaga looked at him coldly.

"You can't escape. Well, let your brother give you a push. The word 'people' means one party supports another." Yin Ze said solemnly and sent a text message.

"What are you going to do?" Shimazaki Nobunaga felt something was wrong and leaned back.

"Let's go to the editorial department. You will definitely be able to break through in that environment." Yin Ze clenched his fist. "Since the door to the second dimension cannot be closed, then go and become the supreme emperor. Then other newbies will read your articles and sing the OP of the animation adapted from your original work."

"Stop joking. I can't write in a place like that." Shimazaki Nobunaga waved his hand.

Yin Ze didn't say anything else.

More than ten minutes later.

After the phone vibrates and gets an accurate reply.

A fierce look flashed in Master Yin's eyes.

The Corridor of Life, overclocked, 300%——!

With his five senses enhanced, his agility and body coordination soaring, Bo Xun easily subdued the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven who could only lie on the ground and kick his legs.

The man carried the other man and went downstairs before he ran out of energy. Downstairs, Maeda Wanzi's car had already parked.

Yin Ze moved quickly and pushed Shimazaki Nobunaga, who was screaming like a woman, into the back seat. As soon as the door was closed, the car started to move and sped away.

Asamiya Kazuki, who was carrying a pot of soup to the second floor, witnessed the illegal kidnapping. She looked at the security door of the single apartment, which had not been closed yet and looked a little messy.

……

Lightning Library, headquarters.

"C9251, this is your ID card. Go to the innermost studio. Air conditioning and cold drinks are all available. If you want to eat, call the internal number. If you want to stay overnight, register with me and then check in at the chain hotel next door. Come here to settle the bill the next day. Also, leave all your electronic products behind." said a burly security guard who looked like he came from a Hollywood gun battle movie.

Shimazaki Nobunaga was voluntarily put on a sign and walked into the studio. The decoration was quite fashionable, and there was a cat for decompression. The only thing was the six perfectly parallel workstations that reminded people of a classroom with super strict management, which made people feel resistant.

"This is the author room specially set up by the headquarters. As long as you are an excellent author of the platform, you can come here for free to finish your manuscript. Food, drink and accommodation are all free. It is also convenient to communicate with the editor." Maeda Wanzi said, "Only Mr. Lieyan's works have good stamina to be qualified in advance. Here, he can display his talents without distraction, and at the same time, he can talk with equally diligent and excellent authors and expand his circle. After all, most light novel authors are relatively homebodies and are too lazy to go out."

Yin Ze stood outside the door, separated by a wall, his face full of emotion, staring deeply, "Write well in there, and try to get out tonight. I will come to see you every three hours."

“……”Shimazaki Nobunaga found a seat and sat down in silence.

It seems like I can hide from the limelight here.

But how could one go in and hide from the limelight? !

"Is the food and lodging really free? I see the decoration here is very exquisite, and the snacks are very complete. Do we really not have to pay anything?" Yin Ze praised.

"This is a creative space specially set up for authors. Of course, all aspects, including air, humidity, heat, cold and light, have to be taken into consideration. The author of "Dark Reincarnation Fantasy" used to like to come here to write." said Wanko Maeda.

“Can outsiders come in?”

"No, resources are limited. We need people with achievements and potential. On the other hand, this is also a gathering place for high-quality light novel authors."

"That's fine. With such good treatment, Brother Shimazaki Nobunaga will surely be promoted here and get the happiness that belongs to him."

The illustrator and editor walked away, speaking one sentence at a time.

Shimazaki Nobunaga was silent for a long time, but finally moved - he went to get a bag of potato chips.

When I turned on the computer, I found that there was only an intranet, and I could only access various encyclopedia websites and information websites. At the same time, I could also watch the works of my peers on the same platform online.

Shimazaki Nobunaga opened a blank document, ostentatiously changed the background paper to a girlish light pink, and then fell silent.

The hour hand is ticking.

"H-hello?"

A faint, timid voice, as if finally mustering up the courage, broke the silence.

Shimazaki Nobunaga couldn't help but turn his head away. She was a very quiet girl.

How many starts can a cup of coffee hold?

Fate is meeting again around the corner.

I encountered a river with floating flower foam, and the most beautiful fireworks are always encountered unexpectedly.

"Um, um, my name is Takehara Yuumi..."

"Ah, hello, my name is Shimazaki Nobunaga."

Chapter 168 Driving in the Boundless

The man returned home and found the girl busying herself in front of the stove, cutting vegetables and making soup. Everything was in order.

"It's not a good idea to leave everything to you. Is there anything I can help with?" Yin Ze asked kindly.

"No, it will be ready soon." The girl's back as she cooked looked very housekeeping. "By the way, you said on the phone that you would be home soon, why are you still so late?"

"Ah, I chatted with my friend for a while without realizing it." Yin Ze played a role in promoting this book.

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