Like many in the industry, Qianlong Lee had a distant dream in mind. He longed for his voice and recognition in the online web fiction world.

But Qianlong Lee was so poorly qualified as a web writer that she spent several years as a web writer, but nothing came of it.

But Qianlong Lee was just a public network writer who didn't make any money and didn't want to give up, even though her days were boring and there was never a day off. Do not want to give up their dream of network writers, no matter the day or night, no matter how hard it is will not extinguish the dream of network writers.

After returning home from work in the afternoon and finishing a quick meal, Qianlong Lee turned on her computer.

Customarily open the fiction website where you write your book, and the page pops up with a background message. Was it a response to a contract request? Qianlong Lee thought to himself, nodding backstage with a glimmer of hope.

"Hello dear web writer, your application for a contract has failed, but don't be discouraged..."

Sure enough, it was the same familiar reply. Qianlong Lee had applied for more than 40 signings, but each time the answer was the same.

In the writing of online fiction, only contracted online fiction is likely to receive a fee, public works will not earn any income, let alone a website recommendation and any welfare benefits.

Without a contract, there is no recommendation, and trying to survive a fiction site with a vast portfolio is a joke.

After years of simmering resentment bubbled to the surface, Qianlong Lee bristled and took a swig of the white wine at the table, which he used to refresh himself while trying to stay up.

Countless days and nights of silent code words, only this white wine could bring him any solace.

Qianlong Lee looked up to the sky and said, Can't I fulfill my wish to be a successful web writer for the rest of my life?

Lying limp on her bed, she caught a glimpse of a bottle of sleeping pills lying next to her bed, Qianlong Lee grabbed them and opened her mouth to pour them all into her mouth.

Sleeping pills mixed with alcohol numbed Qianlong Lee's mind, and his mind drifted into a mysterious state.

"Since I can't live my dream of being a web writer in real life, try another world." Qianlong Lee thought before passing out.

Unlike previous dreams, this one didn't feel like a dream, but was extremely real. Qianlong Lee felt his soul drifting, drifting, even to a continent.

In the sky, Qianlong Lee could see a peak in the distance, rising high into the sky.

Further down, below was a rolling mountain range. Up close, Qianlong Lee could see a building standing on the hill.

Here is one of the top ten literatures on the mainland. Three gold tablets are suspended above the main peak of the mountain gate. Web author potential list, network author strength list, network author contribution list.

Qianlong Lee glanced casually, only to see that many of the most famous names in the online world were listed.

Qianlong Lee found these names particularly familiar and seemed to have heard of them from memory. This dream world seems to have some connection with the real world of online writing, but what is the relationship between the two?

Qianlong Lee's soul continued to descend, landing squarely on a slightly smaller peak next to the main peak.

There was a skinny teenager lying on the mountainside, and Qianlong Lee felt a suction in his soul, and he effortlessly merged into the man's body, and as their memories merged, Qianlong Lee came to know everything about the body's original owner.

Three years ago, the owner of this body left the country and came to pay homage to Qixi Wen Zong to become the official network writer of Qixi Wen Zong.

It's just a shame he's so poorly qualified to break his contract for three years. So you can't be a contracted network writer at all, you can only be a public network writer for Qixi Wenzong.

There are no benefits for the writers of the public network, who have a hard day's work.

The original owner of the body, a young man also known as Qianlong Lee, had been working himself to death, and Qianlong Lee's spirit had just arrived, so it had invaded the man's body.

The teenager was a social network writer in Qixi Wenzhong, where social network writers like this man are like ants.

On this side of the mountain, they claim to have thousands of public web writers.

Ordinary public network writers like Qianlong Lee have no place in the Zondo family, and are arguably the lowest of the low.

However, if some public network writers are Zongmen to see, take the signing Dan under the gift of Wen Zong, can successfully break through the signing realm, that can be a dragon, straight up.

Unfortunately, Qianlong Lee, the original owner of this body is really sad, three years of being a public network author has not been seven Hei Wen Zong.

Without signing Dan, becoming a signed network writer was a distant dream.

Sighing silently, Qianlong Lee sighed inwardly, no matter what the world, such a lowly insect like him, will always be the least valued existence.

Qianlong Lee opened his eyes and looked around at the foot of the hill, one by one, public network writers were walking around.

Everyone's face was full of haste. There are countless chores waiting for them, the public network writers, to do every day. They do the most strenuous work in the literary world, and yet they are not respected at all.

The public network writers of Qixi Wenzong are often those who practice network writers together with extremely poor talent.

Many of them are too poor to break through in their lives, or even enter the realm of contract network writers in many lifetimes.

In Qixi Wen Zong, public network writers who sign up below the state level do not receive any benefits from Zongmen at all. In fact, for them, the journey of practicing network writers is just a waste of their youth.

Qianlong Lee quickly adjusted to the situation, and the young man who had just died was in a similar situation.

It's just that this Net-a-Porter continent is a little different from the real one, where people practice the incredible power of writing together.

But by the same token, Qianlong Lee, who lives on the internet continent, is also a sullen and uninspiring web writer.

It was also the lowest of the low, and as soon as they crossed over, Qianlong Lee began to contemplate how to change the status quo.

"There's still a month to go until this year's N*****x series, but with Qianlong Lee's current public trifecta of fixes, there's no hope of getting ahead." Qianlong Lee sighed.

Qianlong Lee quickly adjusted to her current identity because of similar circumstances.

As one of the top ten literatures organization on the mainland, Qixi Wen Zong is located on the main peak of the original mountain range.

The main peak hangs high in the clouds, making it difficult for birds to jump. Surrounding the overhanging mountains was a series of rolling peaks, lost in the mist.

On Tiandu Peak, an adjunct peak of the overhanging mountain, the sound of swords ringing out faintly on its blue-tinted crest was unrelenting.

There are not too few, let alone hundreds, of satellite peaks like this, in the Seven Seasons of the Hanging Mountains.