When he opened his eyes again, Chu Bamboo's face was etched with unconcealable fatigue. He rubbed his cheeks, forcing himself to focus.
"Nuwa No. 17, pull up all the bestselling novels in the world from the year '30 until the internet went down..."
As the light screen materialized, Chu Bamboo clicked on it out of habit and began to watch casually. He read at an incredible speed, his mind simultaneously lost in thought.
'I can probably finish this fifth-ranked bestselling web novel today... Four point seven two million characters. What a grind!'
This novel was one of the two Chu Bamboo had published in reality, and also one he quite enjoyed reading... although he still hadn't received a contract offer text message...
Finally.
It was noon.
The familiar sound of a door opening rang out. Per a previously set command, the screen in front of him automatically switched to a plain silver-white.
