IBHON 01

Chapter 01

First, let me explain the content in the parentheses: the parentheses indicate (current main attribute, current dominant personality, current hair color and eye color).

“This young writer of mine, I have received your wish. Your desire will be fulfilled very soon.” A somewhat lazy voice drifted down from the sky. A young man looked at the massive cloud-shaped giant in the sky and swallowed nervously.

My name is Lin Duoduo, a veteran-level flop writer. You absolutely won’t believe what just happened—what occurred is so incredible that even I, a writer, might not believe it if I told it.

Just an hour ago, I actually encountered a wishing spirit!!!

Not a genie, not a river god!

But it told me it could grant any wish I desired.

And then I believed it…

To keep things brief, let me summarize what happened next.

……

As usual, I was walking along the main road heading home, feeling a bit frustrated. Recently, my novels haven’t been getting many readers.

Two hundred thousand words, but only about a hundred people have bookmarked it…

My writing isn’t even that bad—why is it that so few people read it? Could it be that the word count isn’t enough to attract readers?

Probably not, since my neighbor, another writer, had fewer words but already broke ten thousand bookmarks.

I just don’t understand. This novel doesn’t look promising—it seems like it’s going to flop again.

I looked up at the gloomy sky and let out a deep sigh.

Since I started writing, dozens of my novels have flopped. Maybe I should write another one. If this one flops too, then maybe writing really isn’t my calling. At that point, I might just quit the writing world entirely.

I quietly decided to shift my focus and stop looking at the gloomy sky.

Yesterday, the weather forecast said it would be sunny today, but it was clearly about to rain. I was far from home, with no bus directly to get me there, and I didn’t bring an umbrella. If it rained, I’d be doomed.

I suddenly realized how unlucky my life really is. From childhood, nothing ever went my way.

When I was very young, I lost both parents. No siblings, no house. And every time I went outside, I’d step in the neighbor’s kid’s excrement.

Seriously!

Does no one care about people pooping everywhere?!!!

Plus, I have to pay my bills, so I can only spend my free time looking for odd jobs.

I have a little money but am reluctant to spend it—it’s for living expenses, and it’s pitifully little. I’m still in my second year of high school and need to save for future tuition.

No one helps or supports me; I have to learn to be strong. Only by being strong can I survive in this cruel world.

I rubbed my hands together, and suddenly felt a chill all over my body.

It’s summer now, but why do I feel like I’m in winter?

I looked up at the dark sky again.

And then I froze.

My pupils contracted. I couldn’t believe what I saw!!!

The sky shattered like paper being torn in half. Everyone on the ground gradually turned to dust and vanished from the world along the crack.

Their disappearance filled me with deep fear.

“This young writer of mine, I have found you.” A deep voice came from the depths of the sky’s rift. A cloud-shaped giant hand reached out, pressing down forcefully on the sky.

The sky no longer looked like sky—it was better described as glass.

The cloud hand pushed the sky aside with strength, making it possible for the giant’s entire body to pass through the crack. The hole grew larger, and all surrounding matter gradually turned into invisible dust and was absorbed.

The cloud giant leaned down, its hollow eyes fixed on my terrified self, blowing a gust of air that knocked me to the ground.

“Don’t kill me!”

I crouched and hugged my head defensively. How I wished there was a flying cat to tell me I was the new era’s savior and that I should use some magical gem to defeat this world-destroying monster.

Unrealistic, I know—but so is this enormous creature!

I glanced secretly at the cloud-shaped giant again. Its terrifying face had no distinct features, and its wide, unclear grin was as horrifying as it could be.

Forget it—no matter how strong I was, I don’t want to fight something like this.

“Uh… young writer of mine, perhaps you’ve misunderstood something?” The cloud giant stood up from the ground, hovering in the air. The surrounding matter that had turned to dust floated past it, but it ignored everything.

I didn’t speak, just stared at it in horror.

Anyone encountering an unknown creature would panic.

The unknown equals fear.

If I didn’t faint on the spot, that’s already lucky!

Running was impossible with my short legs…

“Uh, okay. Actually, I am a wishing spirit.” The cloud giant spread its hands, explaining.

“Impossible. You think I’m stupid?”

“Kind of stupid, yes.”

Pfft! No way to communicate—they actually directly insulted me!

“Alright, unlucky author of mine. Don’t waste time. Tell me, what wish do you want to make?”

Impatient. The spirit was impatient. If you’re impatient, don’t ask!!!

“Any wish can be granted?” I asked.

Even though I didn’t believe it was a wishing spirit, since it brought up the topic, ignoring it might get me killed.

“Yes, any wish. But be aware, the wish must correspond to the price you pay. I have already paid part of that price in advance for you.”

“Paid part of the price in advance?” I murmured, looking at the matter slowly vanishing around me. As a writer, I immediately realized the problem: “Is the part already paid actually this world?”

“Yes, it’s this world.” The cloud spirit rose higher, reaching below the massive hole, but it didn’t seem to change in size or position.

“Alright, let’s not waste time. Speak your wish, and I will fulfill it.” The cloud spirit said slowly, but the voice was clear in my ears.

Still impatient.

Since it asked for my wish, maybe saving the world is out of the question. After all, saving the world and still being a nobody is pointless.

Trivial wishes are useless—like becoming a billionaire.

In a destroyed world, astronomical wealth doesn’t help at all.

So, a wish that might actually matter… I did have one.

Whether it can be granted is another matter.

Whatever—if it can’t, that’s its problem.

“I want to become the protagonist. I don’t want this unfair fate.”

“That wish… maybe you should choose another.”

“Emmmm.” Really can’t be granted, huh?

“Then I want xx (a certain Bilibili UP user) to update, and I want to see the story completed in my lifetime under catastrophic conditions.”

“Emmmm.” The cloud spirit was silent. Its unclear eyebrows furrowed for the first time.

“Let’s go back to the previous question—into which novel’s world do you want to enter?”

Damn! Even a wishing spirit can’t make that person update?

And the price is a whole world!

Eh, whatever. I sighed deeply, full of helplessness.

“This one.”

I held out my phone, showing the book title to the cloud spirit. It looked down at the title and smiled faintly.

“Good! Young writer of mine, I have received your wish. Your desire will soon be fulfilled.”