A world on the verge of collapse seemed to be touched by divine power, beginning its metamorphosis like a butterfly reborn.
Like scenes from a movie, toppled skyscrapers stood tall once more, bustling streets resumed their joy, and life in the world continued.
The protagonist of 'How a Bad Guy Is Made' once again charged into battle across the world.
Huang Yifan was like a man possessed, furiously pounding out chapter after chapter.
Caught up in the moment, he directly inserted 'The Song of a Man' into the novel.
Originally, this poem wasn't part of 'How a Bad Guy Is Made'; Huang Yifan added it on a whim. But since the story had now reached the Japan arc, this poem fit perfectly. Of course, while it fit, this version of 'The Song of a Man' was different from the one written by Sihai Ganyan. In truth, 'The Song of a Man' wasn't a poem of violence and bloodshed, but a rousing call to arms, a patriotic anthem of resistance against Japan.
'A battle song soars over the Aegean Sea, every line a tribute to Huaguo.
Blades dance in the heart of Tokyo, each strike soaked in enemy blood.
Carry Ban Chao's ambition, uphold Su Wu's resolve,
Sing the words of Yue Fei, part ways at Yishui.
Leaves fall like sorrow, a warrior's blood runs hot,
The cold wind cuts like a knife, sorrowful songs pierce the air.'
'Gallop fast across the Tianshan Mountains,
Draw your longbow to sweep through Sakhalin.
Steel warships storm into the XN Bay,
A single shot shatters the northern sea's night.'
'The Western powers' luck has run dry,
The Han race rises like the noonday sun.'
'With the courage of a hundred thousand heroes,
We vow to paint the globe in Huaguo's colors.'
'When that day comes, we'll drink wine in Luoyang,
Drunk beneath the bright moon.'
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While Huang Yifan buried himself in his writing, as 'How a Bad Guy Is Made' continued to update chapter after chapter, the entire Lingdian community erupted.
"Holy crap, The Number One White Under Heaven is asking to die. Still updating even with the government watching."
"This guy's insane, he's defying the ban head-on."
"Legend! Is he tired of living, or just fearless?"
Authors across Lingdian couldn't help but be awed.
And so were the readers, the fans of The Number One White Under Heaven.
When they learned he was still updating, cheers exploded across the community.
The entire comment section became a sea of joy.
But the moment they read his message at the end of the first updated chapter, the entire reader base went silent.
This was writing with his life on the line.
One fan left a comment that ignited a wave of emotion from everyone:
"This is the most responsible author I've ever seen.
The most moving one I've ever read.
The most unyielding author I've ever witnessed.
Now I understand what kind of poem 'The Song of a Man' really is.
I finally get why just a few lines from it were enough to knock Badao off his pedestal.
This is the blood of heroes, the will of ancestors protecting our homeland.
The Number One White Under Heaven, you're incredible. I'm proud of you.
Motherland, open your eyes and look, this is how fiercely patriotic a young man can be."
No one knew who started it, but soon, readers began supporting him with tips, and their money turned into the strongest form of encouragement.
"The Number One White Under Heaven, I swear, from today forward, I'm your die-hard fan. I won't say anything more; let my actions speak. 10,000 Lingdian Coins. Please accept it."
"Of course I'll tip! I've been following 'Bad Guy' since its debut. Originally, I planned to subscribe once it went premium fully. But now, I don't even know if that day will ever come. Still, that doesn't matter anymore. 10.000 Lingdian Coins, my heartfelt support. Keep going, author!"
"Seeing so many people tipping… White Boss, I'm just a broke student, but I can still spare 10 yuan. White Boss, even though you're still updating, we're worried about you. I hope you'll be okay. Amen."
"Nothing else has moved me like this in a long time. The Number One White Under Heaven, you're the first person in years to truly touch me. I know you might never earn a cent from 'Bad Guy'. But even if it never goes premium, we'll support you with tips. And to the brothers who are short on cash, don't worry. White Boss won't starve. I'm not rich, but I can still tip enough to make you a top-tier donor."
"Haha, then I'll be the second top donor. The Number One White Under Heaven, I hope you can hang on."
"I don't want to say anything. Here's a top-tier donation."
"Even I, as an author myself, admire you. I'm becoming your top-tier donor too."
"The spirit of Huaguo will never die. The Number One White Under Heaven, I support you. A small token of my respect."
"White Boss, I believe that even if 'Bad Guy' is eventually deleted, your name will live on in history."
Tips came down like a snowstorm.
Some who were tight on money gave one or two yuan.
Those who were better off flooded the page with top-tier donations, one after another.
The entire comment section of 'How a Bad Guy Is Made' was taken over by these red envelopes of support.
But even with all the money flying in, no one, reader or fellow author, felt jealous.
Because everyone understood what these tips truly meant.
Maybe, just maybe, after tipping, 'Bad Guy' would vanish anyway.
And if the book disappearing was the best-case scenario… what they truly feared was that the author would vanish too.
In that moment, many fans broke down in the comments, begging The Number One White Under Heaven to stop updating.
With every new chapter, the danger to the author increased.
With each word he wrote, he drew more attention from the authorities.
The more he updated, the closer he came to real harm.
"White Boss, please stop updating. We don't want to read anymore."
"White Boss, don't update, okay? Please, don't."
"We're begging you, White Boss."
"The Number One White Under Heaven, don't be reckless. If a book is gone, you can write another. But if you're gone, there's nothing left. Honestly, I think 'Bad Guy' isn't even that good. We don't want to read it."
"Yeah, White Boss, just stop. We're begging you."
"White Boss, in that first updated chapter, you said you were a god, and you would save your world. Well, I pray to that god now, please stop. Please hear the prayers of your believers."
"White Boss, even if you don't finish 'Bad Guy', it doesn't matter. Just stop."
But their pleas did not stop Huang Yifan.
Not because he didn't want to.
But because… he couldn't.
He didn't know if he stopped now, would 'Bad Guy' still be there the next second?
He didn't know if he took a break, would he still have the strength to update like this again?
This kind of gamble with his life, Huang Yifan knew full well that once he calmed down, he would never dare to do it again.
So while he was still in this frenzy, he kept going.
In his past life, after being a flop writer for so long, Huang Yifan had never gone this far.
Maybe… that was why he failed last time.
In his past life, he had only liked writing. Even if it was a dream, he didn't chase it hard enough.
But today, in the middle of this madness, Huang Yifan seemed to understand something.
Just like when God said, 'Let there be light', and there was light.
The will of God is the direction of the heart.
The will of the heart is the will of God.
When you write with your whole soul, your world will change with you.
Just like now, even though Huang Yifan was still copying 'How a Bad Guy Is Made' word for word, when he typed out those words, he could clearly see them, these characters, these sentences, these seemingly ordinary, noob-style phrases, they were like living spirits, dancing on the screen, coming to life in the readers' eyes.
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