The Preliminary Review Raises Its Standards Because of Su Nian.

When Su Nian wrote it herself, it was as if she hadn't needed to think at all.

Not to mention the readers. Su Nian had left them almost no time or room to think.

Originally, it hadn't been that hard to guess that Elysia was the Thirteenth Herrscher.

But they hadn't had time to carefully ponder every sentence Su Nian had written.

Now, however, Su Nian had stopped writing, giving those thoughts time to ferment.

Letting everyone slowly savor the foreshadowing buried within...

Let the bullets fly a little longer!

Elysia's first appearance and the scene Su Nian had just written created a deeply moving contrast when placed side by side.

It was exactly the same as when they had first met.

That, too, was a kind of hint and guidance.

Mobius called her a traitor. Hiss... she could even predict that she would disappear ten days later?

It was hard to imagine how devastated Kevin would be when he watched his comrade leave again...

So what exactly did Elysia do? I'm so curious. If I don't see it tonight, I won't be able to sleep!!

Did the pure and noble soul refer to Elysia? Was this the synopsis being paid off?

Even the coldest person has a warm rectum, but I feel like... Su Nian's rectum is cold too. Not a trace of warmth!

What kind of ridiculous way of putting it was that?

Please, update a little more! Everyone would do anything to see the next part!

Just thinking about how almost all these people would die later...

Shut up! Su Nian, did you cut off the stream just so you could stab us again?

...They're already dead, but Su Nian brought their characters to life again. Hiss... a knife coated in sugar, yet everyone still loved eating it.

The livestream chat was a chaotic mix of comments, with some people going so insane that they were banned by the platform immediately after posting.

Yet at this moment, the two judges remained focused on Su Nian's plot, examining it even more rigorously than advisors reviewing a thesis.

Why was Elysia another special Herrscher?

What were her powers and her sacrifice for?

Was it truly only for so-called "hope"...

Or had humanity's attitude toward Herrschers become so hateful that she had no choice but to die?

Still, Su Nian's strength truly deserved praise.

The moment one mystery emerged, Su Nian immediately connected it to the next segment of the plot.

Calling Su Nian a genius was no longer enough. Talent was indeed something one was born with.

But this section was entirely the result of experience, a level of mastery that didn't match Su Nian's age at all.

No matter how talented someone was, they couldn't simply become an old hand overnight.

Su Nian had probably worked very hard behind the scenes as well.

The last person they had seen with such genius was Schicksal's strongest, "Durandal." As long as she put in the effort, she would gain something in return—a genius forged by both talent and hard work.

Could Su Nian's talent in this area be compared to Durandal's talent for combat?

"When a story changes settings or enters its next stage, all kinds of minor problems usually arise. But... this transition was seamless."

"Contestant Su Nian has hooked your curiosity again?"

"...Yes. More than that, though, I feel that his way of thinking is simply terrifying."

The two spoke as they watched the livestream chat.

After keeping all the viewers in the livestream waiting for an entire night, neither of them dared imagine what things would look like tomorrow.

People were already losing their minds in the livestream.

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I seriously doubt the mental state of netizens these days. Are they even human?

Corpse literature, rat literature... there were far too many kinds. Those weren't even the only ones.

It was just that Welt could only recognize those few.

But Su Nian clearly really needed to rest. He had already been as productive as a sow today, so there was nothing they could do.

After all, the two of them were also itching to see what happened next. If they could, they would have already joined the army demanding updates.

At this moment, all they could do was wait!

Chapter 60: The Preliminary Review Raises Its Standards Because of Su Nian.

Being young was great. He fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

The instant Su Nian lay down on the couch, he passed out, as though his body had forcibly shut down.

Yet while he slept, the hype didn't decline. Instead, it surged again and again.

The plot he had written earlier was brewing, and as more and more people watched, its popularity steadily soared.

This was originally supposed to be only a small-scale competition in mainland Shenzhou, but with Eden serving as a judge, it was now breaking beyond its usual circle.

Broadcasters from all over the world joined in one after another.

Shenzhou's short dramas had previously exploded across Europe, laying the groundwork for the belief that anything produced by Shenzhou was bound to be high quality.

Hundreds of millions had carefully selected them. Though those stories were somewhat clichéd in Shenzhou, to people on overseas sites they were premium fare, impossible to stop watching.

Now, Su Nian had refined her own story to this level.

It was completely ready to be watched!

A story that even Shenzhou viewers considered high quality had no competitors at all once it was placed overseas.

As the seed contestant who had performed best on the show, she had already become a rising star in high demand.

Su Nian—her name was destined to become known to the public.

At the same time, because of Su Nian's cryptic behavior with the plot, people had already begun analyzing the manuscript themselves, breaking down all its tiny details and lowering the barrier to understanding it.

Lowering the barrier to understanding inevitably led to one thing: once the plot had been made clear, people who had been spoiled could no longer feel anticipation.

But that didn't stop the final segment from building anticipation.

Many people combined the existing story framework and tried to guess what would happen afterward.

But no matter how hard they thought, all they knew was that Elysia died at a banquet.

Had Kevin really killed her? No one knew.

It was time to find out who the real prophet was.

Their guesses came in every imaginable variety. Everything Su Nian was writing now existed only in her mind.

There was no longer any chance of an insider leaking what came next.

Instead, their speculation heightened anticipation for the following plot even further.

So who was the real prophet?

No one knew!

Before Werewolf began in the Elysian Realm, the readers had begun playing it first.

Still... building anticipation was certainly important, but... wasn't raising it too high... a bad thing too?

The night was deep, yet far from quiet.

That night, many people suffered from insomnia.

Some finally managed to fall asleep, only to sit bolt upright in the middle of the night. "No, Elysia is the Thirteenth Herrscher. What does that have to do with the truth she and Raiden Mei were seeking?!"

Resentment was steadily accumulating. Su Nian had never expected that ending on a cliffhanger could inspire such bitterness.

If handing out knives before had been enough to feed ten Evil Sword Immortals,

then now, every Evil Sword Immortal would be stuffed to death!

Yet she really had updated very diligently.

Su Nian slept soundly, while everyone else stayed awake all night.

Not only the viewers, but also her competitors.

They didn't have Su Nian's efficiency.

Nor did they have stories as captivating as Su Nian's.

Naturally, they received far less attention from the audience. But Su Nian wasn't the only seed contestant in the competition.

Overtaking others during the night had always been part of the plan.

Putting in more effort within limited time was only natural.

The competition was fierce. They were all outstanding young talents of Shenzhou.

They merely lacked some experience.

But that didn't mean they were weak.

Even stories about romance and mundane, complicated lives could shine if they were written well.

Bad subject matter? Good writing could overcome it!

Early the next morning, Su Nian slowly woke up. Having slept as well as a baby, she was in excellent spirits.

After washing up a little, Su Nian considered the show's schedule.

She wondered how the program was doing now. Opening her livestream permissions again marked the beginning of a new day.

Viewers who had been waiting in the livestream for ages saw it as a glimmer of dawn.

They instantly flooded into Su Nian's livestream in huge numbers.

Holy shit, the door's open! She woke up!

Even production-team pigs don't sleep as much as you! Update already!

I didn't sleep all night. I waited the entire night, and I feel like... I'm about to drop dead...

Bro, if it really gets too bad, just forcibly shut yourself down too. You can watch the replay.

No. If I don't see what happens next, I won't die in peace...

The livestream was incredibly lively. Though people still had work today, slacking off was one of humanity's ways of fighting for its own value.

Thus, Su Nian's livestream still had no shortage of viewers, though it didn't have quite as many as yesterday's peak.

Meanwhile, the production team had already begun working in an orderly fashion.

Inside the judges' room.

Otto, Welt, and Eden, the three judges, were livestreaming together in the judges' room. Elysia and Kevin's main task this time was to keep the atmosphere lively.

The lineup was exactly the same as yesterday.

The judges' room was arranged rather casually, in the style of a traditional variety show set.

Now, the judges would appraise the contestants' manuscripts together.

Even if some of the writing had flaws, it wasn't bad enough to call it a pile of nonsense.

It was simply not very good to read.

Otto's brows had furrowed so deeply they could practically crush a fly.

After savoring so many excellent works, changing things up and reading something else once in a while wasn't a problem.

But that had to be once in a while.

If too many works were like this, then it absolutely couldn't be called an easy job.