"Who are you calling a weirdo?"
Wade asked curiously, "Don't just hand out random nicknames. The readers won't know who you mean. Webnovels should be as simple and straightforward as possible."
Death stared at Wade speechlessly before snarking, "They won't get confused. The moment they hear 'weirdo,' they'll think of you."
"Wade, enough nonsense. Can you travel to that world in your real body?"
"So the weirdo was me all along? Lesson learned."
Realization dawned on Wade. "I'll see if I can get over there. Wait a moment. If I can, I'll come back to negotiate my price."
"Negotiate your price?"
Everyone was speechless. Was this guy really on their side? Why was he, uh, just like them?
Then Wade disappeared. A second later, he appeared in New York. Refusing to give up, he kept traveling, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't reach the Cyberpunk world. He couldn't even reach Hell. He could only keep hopping around Earth.
"This doesn't seem very scientific."
Wade couldn't figure it out. Then something occurred to him, and he teleported to the park where Andrew was. He found that Andrew had split into two: one was constructing a Magic Array, while the other was painting.
"Boss, your painting really sucks."
Instantly forgetting why he had come, Wade walked up to the oil painting and offered his critique. "Not only is it ugly, it has no soul. Do you know what the soul of an oil painting is?"
Bang! Wade's head smashed into the oil painting and burst apart. Andrew said quietly, "The soul of an oil painting is painting with blood."
With his head blown apart, Wade gave him a thumbs-up, indicating that the Boss was right and the Boss was wise.
"As if I needed you to tell me that."
Andrew