A Man Who Would Become a Savior

Wuling had just sat down when a senior student next to him reached out his hand.

"Hey, junior, let's get acquainted. Scars is both my code name and my real name. I thought it sounded pretty good, so I just used it. That Braised Lamb Head in the group chat is me."

As he spoke, he pointed to the blond figure sitting next to him.

"He's Christopher, his name in the group chat is 'Assassin Novelist,' his code name is Araknon. You know about the Potato Mine that got written into the novel as a villain, right? That's what he did."

Christopher nodded to the two of them.

Goodness, Potato Mine, is that what you call your association leader? You know what, it's not bad, the color and personality match quite well.

Wuling also grasped his hand, but without using too much force.

"Wuling, codenamed Rover and Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, nice to meet you. By the way, after being written into the novel, didn't the guild leader do anything?"

Phrolova, hearing this, also leaned closer, clearly curious about the matter as well.

Given Nabomo's Potato Mine -like personality, it's impossible for him to say he hasn't done anything.

As for the code name, he didn't ask. He'd pretty much figured it out by now. Code names are all about looking cool, aren't they?

"How could we not have done anything? But it wasn't anything too serious. We just made sure he couldn't eat the cookies and other snacks baked at the party for three months. Didn't you see he can only drink the instant coffee he brought himself now?"

The Scar pointed to the white cup in front of Christopher. "Hmm, the coffee inside is all gone, with only some residue clinging to the cup. I don't know how he drank it so fast."

"Although the president is easily angered, she doesn't usually get truly angry. She generally only asks for small punishments, and I've never seen her impose any real severe penalties."

The Scar shrugged, looking completely unconcerned.

"Would you two be interested in joining my novel?"

Christopher grinned at Wuling and Phrolova. Wuling thought that if he could chuckle like that, he could apply for a protector position at the Hall of Souls.

Hey senior, don't you look a bit older than you are? You look just like the uncle next door! Writing novels really does make you age faster.

"Um, sorry, I'm not interested in playing a villain right now."

Wuling declined decisively, her tone sincere yet subtly revealing a desire to survive.

Just kidding, a writer who can turn their own club president into a meme will definitely let their imagination run wild when it comes to writing.

If you actually get featured in his novels, you might end up as some kind of bizarre villain or a tragic character.

Christopher was not discouraged by this; his smile remained bright, and he seemed quite calm, as if he was already used to being rejected.

"Hehe, I never said I wanted to be a villain like you. I think a savior role would suit you better than a villain."

Savior? Please, that sounds exhausting.

Phrolova, standing to the side, tilted her head slightly, a hint of curiosity in her cool eyes, and spoke softly:

What type of novels do you write?

"A versatile hybrid, with a focus on doing whatever you want." Christopher patted his chest confidently.

"Transmigrating to another world, showing off and slapping faces, the return of the Dragon King, a loser's rise to power, urban slice-of-life, fantasy cultivation—what genre would suit me best?"

"I've written stories with single male leads, dual male leads, single female leads, dual female leads, harem stories, no female leads, and even yuri. If you prefer non-human or narcissistic themes, I can give it a try."

No, did we go astray in the end? Narcissus is somewhat understandable, but as for non-humans, would anyone really have lustful desires for creatures of another race? Wuling didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.

"Don't worry, as long as you agree, I will definitely show you the original drafts I write from now on. If there are any parts you are not satisfied with, you can ask me to revise them at any time. You can also decide on the character names and other things. The situation that happened to the president before will not happen to you."

Seemingly afraid that Wuling wouldn't agree, Christopher quickly added from the back.

"Furthermore, we can discuss the profit sharing from writing the novel. If you agree, I'll take 40%, and you can split the remaining 60%."

"Hey, money doesn't matter, the main thing is that I'm happy to help my friends."

What else is there to say, bro? If it's free money, why not take it? To be willing to give away 60% and keep less than half for yourself, that's a real man.

Phrolova, who was standing to the side, nodded slightly.

"I agree, but I want to play a villain, but not the really evil kind, is that okay?"

Because they have their own hardships or goals, they commit evil deeds, then repent and are eventually exonerated. Many novels do this, which is a cliché, but it is very forgiving.

If it gets too bad, wouldn't that turn into Counter-Strike? She herself couldn't accept that.

Christopher's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had unearthed two exquisite gems. He leaned forward, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the table, a habitual gesture he made when conceiving a plot.

"No problem, absolutely no problem. A tragic villain with a hidden agenda? That's a perfect match for you. I'm best at writing that kind of thing."

His voice rose slightly with excitement, "I was just looking for a female villain with a strong presence and an air of mystery, and you've just happened to be there. I understand your bottom line: you won't include any scenes of indiscriminate killing."

Scar leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching the commotion from the side. He whispered to Wuling, "Be careful, junior. The faster this guy agrees, the more outrageous his ideas will be later. Last time he promised someone he wouldn't drastically change the story, but he ended up adding a plot where the person loses their memory and marries their enemy."

Wuling raised an eyebrow, taking the reminder to heart, but didn't object aloud. The 60% commission was there; the risk was risk, but the temptation was indeed considerable.

"Let me make this clear first: a savior is fine, but don't throw a bunch of random romantic entanglements at me. Harem plots are a no-go." He drew a red line in advance.

"Also, don't write me off too much like a teenager. I don't want to be suddenly called out to by someone while walking down the street."

"Received, received. All the terms and conditions have been noted down."

Christopher quickly pulled out his notebook and short pencil, and started scribbling away, the pencil tip rustling as it went across the pages.

After he finished writing, he turned the notebook around for the two of them to see, checked it again, and then closed it with satisfaction.

"Now the main characters for the new volume are all here. I need to inform Potato Mine in advance, otherwise, he might kick me out next time."

"Speaking of Potato Mines..."

The Scar glanced towards the door of the activity room. "If she knew you'd signed a new author to a novel writing contract, she'd probably come over to check up on you."

Before they could finish speaking, a voice rang out behind them.

"Araknon, what mischief are you inciting the newcomers to do now?"

She walked over quickly, stood on tiptoe to peek at the writing in the notebook, and frowned slightly.

Christopher frantically hid the notebook behind his back, trying his best to put on an innocent expression.

"There was no manipulation; it was a friendly negotiation. We signed a material collaboration agreement and even agreed on revenue sharing. I also promised to let them review the drafts ahead of schedule."

"Cooperate?"

Nabomo looked at Wuling and Phrolova with some surprise, then glared at Christopher.

"You mean early review! If you dare to secretly write about newcomers, you can pack your bags and get out of here."

"Don't worry, I guarantee I'll complete the mission." Christo raised his hand and swore, though he seemed a little unserious.

Nabomo then let him go, knowing that if he didn't obey, he would suffer the consequences.