The System's Pen Name
Wuma Xiu was extremely interested in Ling Yu's suggestion.
He couldn't wait to start.
I heard that because of his family's confidant, many Gods have now developed a strong interest in the Federation's Star Network.
His confidant is even more ahead of the curve, already possessing an officially verified account on the Star Network.
It is said that the Federation government took the initiative to open the service for him and even designed a unique logo for him.
No one else could imitate it.
Of course, even if they had a hundred times the courage, they wouldn't dare to impersonate the Goddess of Beauty.
Wuma Xiu found that account; the profile picture was a selfie of his confidante, and the bio was quite flamboyant, consisting of a long self-introduction.
Sometimes, his confidante would post a few photos on the Star Network. The photos weren't very professionally taken, and the angles were quite casual; they were obviously just snapped away. But he was undeniably good-looking.
After each post, the comment section is instantly flooded with screams and adoration in various languages, and the number of reposts easily exceeds 100 million.
Of course, that's not the point.
The key point is that if he promotes a romantic pairing, his close friends might see discussion posts about him online tomorrow.
Of course, there were also his other friends.
They might be shocked when the time comes.
Okay, that's great!
Wuma Xiu became more and more excited as he thought about it, and the smile on his lips was simply impossible to suppress.
He was just about to say something to make a final decision when the system spoke up.
[Host, here's a small suggestion for you. Please, please don't do this.]
The system's two Stickman hands rested on its round head, bouncing and jumping.
The whole system looks a bit crazy.
The system's matchstick legs were moving rapidly, while it muttered incantations.
Ahhh, host! What are you thinking about?!
The system was screaming frantically in its mind.
Seven years have passed, and one of its greatest pleasures now is spending time browsing gossip posts on Star Network.
It's not like it hasn't indulged in stories of Asura triangles before; it actually enjoys them quite a bit. It gets even more excited when the story involves its own host.
However, it felt uneasy at the thought of the God of Time and wished it could keep its host a hundred thousand miles away from him.
The other party was simply its nemesis.
It doesn't want to be pulled out of the River of Time, deleted, and started all over again! Help!
Of course, there is another reason why the system blocked it. It is a reason that it dares not tell its host, but which is indeed the root of its guilt.
No one might believe it if I told you.
Many of the wildly popular and widely acclaimed "god-themed" Gods novels on Star Network, considered masterpieces by countless readers, originated from its pen.
This story begins seven years ago.
At that time, its host slept for seven years.
At first, it could look at its own work, but after a while, it began to get restless.
So it secretly created a Star Network account for itself and published one of its previous works on it.
That piece was its first attempt at writing, and the content was still quite raw. Unexpectedly, the system noticed that after a while, the piece went viral.
The comment section was overflowing with eager readers, and messages urging for more updates poured in like snowflakes.
Each page refresh adds hundreds more entries.
Some people wrote lengthy analyses of the plot, some drew fan art, and some shared screenshots of the posts on various social media platforms with titles like "Sisters, come and ship this!!"
Those exclamation marks made its little face turn red.
The entire system shrank into a ball in the space of consciousness, its two matchstick hands covering its head, feeling both ashamed and excited.
The overwhelming enthusiasm of the readers allowed the system to act with complete freedom. With a wave of its hand, it immediately made most of its works available for purchase.
A small number of them simply won't pass the review, but that's fine with us.
For a time, the system was the center of attention.
Its alternate account within this circle quickly rose to the top.
Some publishers even sent it private messages through the Star Network platform, asking if it had any intention of signing a contract.
The system initially refused.
That pseudonym was just a random thing I did out of boredom; who would have thought it would become so popular?
Upon receiving a contract offer from a publishing house, its first reaction was to refuse. It was a system, not an author; publishing a physical book was too absurd. What if its host found out? Would it still have its two matchstick-like legs?
But the readers' sweet talk was too overwhelming. Every day, the comment section was filled with "Please, author!" "I will definitely buy ten copies of the physical book!" "Author, can you bear to see us drooling?" The private message inbox was filled with handwritten long letters and fan-made pictures of merchandise.
However, none of this shook the system's firm resolve.
What truly shook things was a fan-made illustration of a Stickman holding a trophy, captioned "Thank you, god, for descending to earth to write this."
This drawing perfectly captured the system's preferences at that time. Looking at the picture, its entire face turned red from the tip of the match head to the base.
And so, the system, as if possessed, agreed.
Nowadays, you can walk into any bookstore in any star system in the Federation.
Its works are always displayed on the most prominent stand.
The cover design is exquisite, and the author's section displays the pseudonym it painstakingly came up with.
A literary pen name that has absolutely no connection to its original form.
The reason these works became so popular, besides their captivating plots and exquisitely crafted emotional storylines that thrilled readers, is another undeniable factor:
The book is interspersed with several beautiful illustrations from time to time.
The illustrations are absolutely stunning; the lighting, composition, and detail are incredibly accurate, making them look like they were actually taken by a camera after witnessing the scene firsthand.
Readers speculated that the mysterious author might have collaborated with one of the Federation's top illustrators.
Even now, the system sometimes thinks back to the That Matter when it accidentally left its notebook in the host's hands.
They were utterly devastated and filled with remorse.
If it takes it, the host will definitely find out.
Given the host's current personality, he'd definitely snatch it and immediately open it to read.
This is why the system has not been retrieved for so long.
Although the host seemed to have forgotten to look at it after that That Matter.
But what if the host suddenly remembers it one day, finds it out, and happens to see the CP (couple) fanfiction it wrote? Wouldn't its disguise be completely exposed?
Not only will its true identity be exposed, but all the ridiculous stories it fabricated behind the scenes will also be revealed.
The moment the system considered that possibility, the entire Matchstick froze from head to toe, unable to recover for a long time.
That scared the President, it really scared him to death.
But it's alright, one day it will surely take it back secretly when the host isn't looking.
The current system is unaware of the existence of a law called "Murphy's Law".
Simply put, what you fear most is what will happen to you.
It was still desperately trying to comfort itself:
It's alright, so much time has passed, the host must have forgotten about it long ago.
Of course, this isn't the only thing that has changed in the past seven years.
Out of boredom, the system began to reminisce.
It discovered that not only did it not know what its host was thinking, but the other party seemed to be able to hear its thoughts.
To this end, it even spent a lot of money to buy an Advanced Shielding Device from the System Shop.
There are some things that it's best for the host not to know.
Otherwise, it feared that its two matchstick-like long legs would be sawed off into short legs.