Chapter 1 'The Writer'...Jason?

In the last scene of the world of 'Shards', Jason was very clear about the real gap between him and those 'weird'.

The opponent is almost crushing him!

He had no room for resistance at all.

Do not!

Rather, it's like an ant!

Although Jason can't make an accurate comparison for the time being how strong the "weird" existence of 'Lord' is, but after learning about the strange existence of 'Angcheng', Jason has made up his mind.

Don't elevate yourself to the current 'extreme'!

Absolutely not going back!

Otherwise, even if he goes back, once he is targeted by the 'weird' of 'Lord', he cannot escape death.

It can even be said that life is better than death.

Even if he has the talent of 'immortality', it is the same.

Because this in itself is one of the qualities that attracts these 'weird'.

Moreover, since someone can become a Sword God in Novice Village!

That……

Why can't I practice 'One Punch for Peace' in 'Novice Village'?

Jason thought silently.

The heart is more and more firm.

He adjusted his sitting position slightly so that his body could better cover the black notebook that his fingertips were touching, and then he started to move.

Soup of choice (clear soup): beef soup!

After Jason gave the choice, it immediately consumed 7 points of satiety.

Then, more text began to appear in the notebook.

【Clear soup, always delicious. 】

[It can be considered as a link between the previous and the next. 】

[But even more,

exist alone! 】

【what is it? 】

【It depends on your choice. 】

【Remember: This is the clear soup you ordered】

...

After the usual text, √ appears after 【Beef Soup】.

Then, there is the note-

[Background: As a well-known local writer, in ten years, you have only written a book that is still a best-selling book, which makes you questioned, and even you begin to doubt whether you have a writing talent. Therefore, In order to write a true bestseller, you left your familiar home and came to an unfamiliar city. Are you ready to find something special...material? 】

[Main quest: Sell at least 100,000 new books within 120 days (must be purchased voluntarily by others, and only one per person is counted): 0/100000]

[Get a temporary language, when you leave the copy, it will disappear automatically]

[Clothing, appearance, and equipment are temporarily changed, and automatically restored when leaving the instance]

[Detection of gunpowderless weapons]

(Hint: Enjoy your clear soup.)

...

Me, Jason, the writer?

Jason was taken aback.

Before he could regain his senses, the black notebook was closed.

At this moment, he has appeared in a room.

The room was small and very crowded.

In front of him is a large desk, with stacks of books stacked on the left and right sides. Each stack is about 40 cm high and contains books of different thicknesses. Each book has protruding bookmarks. Outside the wooden one, there is nothing to attract attention. In the middle of the two stacks of books is a thick stack of manuscript paper, and on the side are two pens and a bottle of ink.

At this moment, the manuscript paper was empty, and nothing was written on it.

Looking forward on the desk, there is an open lamp, and the orange light of the bulb illuminates the desk brightly, dispelling the darkness.

Looking away from the desk, Jason looked up and saw the clock on the wall.

The desk was close to the wall, leaving no gaps.

Turning to look to the left, heavy, mopping curtains block everything.

On the right, there is a single bed, and you need to get up and walk five steps before you can lie on it.

However, this single bed is too cramped.

It wasn't the single bed itself that was cramped, it was the stack of books on it that made it look cramped.

In fact, not only the bed, but also the floor was full of books.

As soon as Jason turned his head, he saw three bookshelves side by side.

There are also piles of books on the shelves.

"This is the writer's room?"

Jason was a little stunned.

In his imagination, writers have always been tall.

They should light a cigarette, hold the cigarette in their left hand, and hold a pen in their right hand. Sometimes they write hard, sometimes stroke by stroke, sometimes when they stop to concentrate, take a breath, and immediately feel inspired, and lower their heads to write again. .

Even when you're in a hurry, make sure you're decent.

Even if you don't have a suit, you have to be formal.

And he?

The upper body is pajamas, the lower body is big pants, and the feet are bare.

Slippers were thrown in the corner of the room.

After looking around and not finding the mask and the machete with a wide blade and a short handle, Jason's eyes were placed on the drawer of the desk.

According to past experience, his mask and machete with a wide blade and a short handle should be nearby.

And that experience did not go wrong.

When Jason opened the desk drawer, he found his mask and the wide-bladed short-handled machete.

stroking the mask and his weapon.

Jason unconsciously felt at ease, then he stood up and walked to the slippers in the corner of the room.

During this period, he carefully avoided several stacks of books.

After putting on his slippers, Jason walked towards the door.

Outside the door is a small living room.

Compared with the study and bedroom room, the small living room is much cleaner and tidy.

The small living room can be divided into two parts based on where Jason is standing.

On the left is a round coffee table and four sofa chairs.

On the right is the corridor leading to the outside of the suite.

Walking out of the room, you can see the refrigerator, TV, telephone, etc. against the wall, while on the side of the corridor is the clothes hanger.

From inside the thin coat hanging on the hanger, Jason found a wallet, keys, etc.

Inside the wallet was an ID card and two bank cards, as well as 173 yuan notes and three 1 yuan coins.

There is one key, one big and one small, and the two keys are chained together.

A small card is strung on the back of the big one.

The sign clearly reads: 'Apartment 3A-313'.

And behind the sign is the phone number: 0054444944.

Apparently the big key is for this house.

Putting the wallet back in his coat pocket, Jason took the key and pushed open the door.

The big key is for the apartment.

Small ones are supposed to be mailboxes and the like.

And since this is a rented apartment, there is a very high chance that there will be a mailbox outside the door.

If there is a mailbox, there will be a newspaper.

He needs paper things like newspapers to help him confirm more information.

Just as Jason speculated, he found a stuffed mailbox on the wall outside the door. Holding the small key, Jason easily opened the small lock and took out the newspaper inside.

At the same time, there are four letters.

Along with the letter, Jason took it back to the room.

Of course, Jason hasn't forgotten about TV.

After turning on the TV, he started flipping through the newspapers.

Newspapers are distributed continuously, the earliest date is: D99.7.10.

The most recent newspaper is D99.7.17.

Through the TV broadcast, Jason can confirm that this is today's date.

A total of eight newspapers, dated consecutively, none of them were lost.

Likewise, there's nothing up there that makes Jason worth worrying about.

Leaving the newspaper aside, Jason brought the four letters over.

In one of the four letters, there is no sender or address, and the remaining three letters are written in accordance with the format, with both senders and recipients.

The senders of the three letters were John, Brian and McCall.

The recipient is him, Jason.

Take apart the first of the three letters, signed by John.

Hi Jason:

You said you wanted to know something special?

I have some stories here, I don't know if you want to hear them or not.

Give me this number XXXXXXX if you can.

A friend you never met: John

99.7.14

...

This is the first one.

"A friend you've never met?"

Jason frowned and opened the second one.

Hi Jason:

I might have something here that interests you.

But I want you to hear something about me.

In exchange, I will tell you what interests you.

A friend you can trust: Brian

99.7.15

...

Without any hesitation, after checking again and confirming that there is no danger inside, Jason opened the third one.

Hi Jason:

I thought about it for a long time and didn't know whether to write this letter or not.

After some hesitation, I decided to write to you.

Not to satisfy your curiosity, I just want to give you a piece of advice.

Your Loyal Friend: McCall

99.7.16

...

Looking at the three letters in front of him, Jason frowned more and more tightly.

Three friends with various prefixes.

One letter a day.

As for the purpose of the three people, Jason can probably guess. After all, 'he' came here to collect materials, and the three should be the ones who provided him with 'materials'.

only……

Between the lines of the three, Jason always felt a little strange.

Moreover, the three people are different personalities.

The first John should be inclined to confide unilaterally, but he did not want to see anyone. No doubt this was a very withdrawn person.

Although the second Brian asked him to listen, he had the premise of exchange. Obviously, this was the one who followed his own rules.

The third McCall is the strangest. Unlike the first two, the other party seems to be very worried about him and wants to help him, a righteous partner?

Jason shook his head and put away all three letters.

Then, he looked at the fourth letter.

This is the only letter without a signature or address.

Moreover, the envelopes are also made of thick kraft paper.

"Anything to cover up?"

Jason murmured to himself, picked up the letter and examined it carefully.

The thick kraft paper blocked the light, making it difficult for Jason to see what was inside, but this did not prevent Jason from judging by the touch that it was a boxy, thin thing inside.

Such a thing obviously cannot be a bomb or something.

But other dangerous goods are not excluded.

Jason stood up and took the letter into the study.

He remembered that in the drawer of the desk, in addition to his mask and the machete with a wide blade and a short handle, there was also a paper cutter.

Picking up the paper cutter, Jason carefully cut open the envelope.

Then, the envelope stood up—

Ding!

Amidst the sound of the metal colliding with the desk, something fell onto the table.

"blade?"

Jason looked at the blade on the table in surprise, and the whole person was a little unclear.

Send a blade?

What's the meaning?

Threat?

But there are only blades, but no threatening words.

There was no letter paper in the envelope, so Jason opened the entire letter paper just in case.

There is also no text inside the envelope.

This puzzled Jason.

However, there is one thing Jason can be sure of.

The person who sent the special letter must be someone who knew him well.

At least, the other party knew that he lived here.

Without an address, the 'postman' can't be predictable.

Even a good 'postman' like him can't do it, let alone those ordinary postmen.

"interesting."

Jason muttered to himself.

Then, he was about to call that Mr. John, who wanted to hear some stories about him.

He has not forgotten his main mission: sell at least 100,000 new books within 120 days!

This is not an easy thing!

Jason is not a writer though.

But he knew that he didn't even write a word now.

A book should be written at least 20w words, right?

Even if it is thinner, it will take hundreds of thousands of words, right?

Jason made some uncertain guesses.

But just as he was about to pick up the phone, the phone rang first—

Jingle Bell!

After the phone rang three times in a row, Jason confirmed that it was not a mistake before picking up the phone.

"Hey."

"Jason? When will you submit the manuscript?"

"It's the 17th today!"

"You promised me to deliver the manuscript at the end of the month!"

Just after Jason spoke, a slightly irritable voice came out of the receiver.

Reminder?

is the editor?

Jason thought subconsciously.

And this silence made the editor on the other end of the phone even more irritable.

"Don't play stupid!"

"Don't say you lost your memory!"

"Last time, you already used this excuse!"

"I'm your editor LaVine."

"Our publishing house's address is 221 Bean Street, Mayor Jones, and the phone number is XXXXXXXX"

"I checked that your cat and dog are in the pet store and they are all fine and not sick."

"Also, no one of your relatives has been married in the last six months, let alone a funeral!"

"And you?"

"I didn't eat a bad stomach!"

"So, send the new book before the end of the month!"

After speaking, the other party hung up the phone without waiting for Jason to answer.

click!

Beep, beep!

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Jason couldn't help shrugging his shoulders. He could tell that the editor was furious, and it wasn't the other party's fault. Just look at the reasons he used before.

It sounds fake.

Since it's time off, it's natural to be real.

At least to say that the hand is injured and the like, and it is put on a plaster, it is best to find a doctor to issue a certificate.

This is reasonable.

Eat a bad stomach?

Too fake.

Who will eat a bad stomach?

A person will not eat a bad stomach.

Delicious food.

He can never have enough.

With this thought in mind, Jason put the receiver down and started to call the John.

And this time, it was interrupted again.

Jason looked in the direction of the door, which was almost six times more than ordinary people's perception. He could clearly hear a series of footsteps going up the stairs. The footsteps were very messy, at least five people.

Moreover, after arriving on the 3rd floor, these people went straight to the room where he was.

The next moment, there was a knock on the door—

Boom, boom, boom!