New world: a wild premise, Dreambook webnovels, and nearly two hundred and fifty million in tips right off the bat!

Ling Yi stared blankly at the back-end of his novel author profile.

Reading Revenue: 3, Audiobook Revenue: 0, Comment Revenue: 830, Request for Update Revenue: 166, Tip Revenue: 242,000,000, Total Revenue: 242,000,999!

"One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... hundred million, damn it, two and a half small goals worth of donations? Is there a data error?"

Even if Ling Yi was a complete Little White when it came to online novels, he knew how outrageous the rewards for these donations were.

Ling Yi quickly opened the donation history.

The local deity of Dafeng City: tipped the author 2 million and added the comment #This Xiaoxiao token of my appreciation. I will definitely visit you to express my gratitude if I have the chance.

Maple Leaf Mountain God: Rewarded the author with 5 million and added the comment: #Thank you for your guidance, Big Shot. This is just a small token of my appreciation. I hope Big Shot will continue to update. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely visit you to express my gratitude.

Original Southern Heavenly Gate Heavenly Soldier No. 1: tipped the author 1 million and added the comment #Waaaa, I kneel down to thank the Big Shot, may the Big Shot boss be blessed with good Huginn, this is just a small token of my gratitude, I hope the Big Shot will not stop updating, if I have the opportunity, I will definitely visit to express my gratitude.

Original Southern Heavenly Gate Heavenly Soldier No. 2: tipped the author 1 million and added the comment #Waaaaah, those who know, know. You're awesome, Big Shot. This Xiaoxiao token. Please keep going, Big Shot. If I have the chance, I will definitely come to thank you in person.

Former Marshal of the Heavenly River Navy: Rewarded the author with 20 million and added the comment: #Living to the death, opening the universe with the sea of the heart, the Big Shot has created a new path, the Merit, Big Shot, please don't stop, when I come out of seclusion, I will definitely come to your door to repay you.

Spirit Mountain Tathagata Buddha: Rewarded the author with 50 million and added the comment #Amitabha, I will remember this Karma and repay it in the future!

Supreme Lao Lord: Rewarded the author with 100 million and added the comment #I hope you continue to pave the way, your Merit. When Laojun breaks through, I will surely repay you handsomely.

Jade Emperor Haotian: Awarded the author 100 million and added the comment #The road ahead is promising, I hope you continue!

The tip... it's real, it's actually real? But why?

Furthermore, why are the names of the readers who tipped him so strange? Mountain God, River God, Earth God, and Tathagata Buddha, Supreme Lao Lord, and the Jade Emperor have appeared?

Furthermore, those threats about not stopping updates and earnestly hoping for continued updates, promising a personal visit to express gratitude, are they not a threat?

So you mean he can casually throw out millions or even hundreds of millions to tip him, and he'll come knocking on your door if he stops updating his work?

But... Ling Yi really didn't understand; his lousy novel had only been written for twenty chapters!

This is a novel that Ling Yi wrote haphazardly on Big Persimmon Chinese Web.

He is not a professional online novelist.

No, to be precise, he's not even an author.

This was his first novel, written purely on a whim, just for fun.

Ling Yi had never originally intended to become an online novel author.

Unexpectedly, after uploading the first chapter, without even making a cover, and without even applying for a contract, I was suddenly switched to a contracted status.

Ling Yi had never written online novels before and didn't understand them. He figured he'd just keep writing once the contract was signed, since he wasn't relying on it to make money anyway.

Just to Passing Time.

The novel is titled "Annoying, My Dreams Have Become a TV Series!"

Although it's called a novel, it's actually just a diary recording Ling Yi's dreams.

It's written in the first person, and the writing style? Sorry, it has no style; it's just a simple account of events.

Because it records dreams, some parts are blurry and some parts are clear. It can barely be considered an adventure story, but it is fragmented.

Even Ling Yi himself couldn't bear to read this novel.

However, Ling Yi's dream was indeed a rather magical thing.

Ever since he was old enough to understand, he has been having the same dream over and over again.

In his dream, he sat cross-legged in front of a mysterious black cesium boulder.

Golden characters flashed across the boulder from time to time.

This script was not one of the scripts Ling Yi was familiar with; it looked like tadpole-like scribbles, and Ling Yi couldn't understand it at all at first.

But just a few months ago, Ling Yi inexplicably understood one of the passages.

Strangely, this content was as if it were branded into his mind; even when he woke up from the dream, he still remembered it very clearly and vividly.

"Refine the heart of the realm, give birth to the universe, thoughts are boundless, intentions are limitless, ignite Chaos, borrow the infinite, sculpt the divine pool, comprehend the Spirit Court!"

Ling Yi recognized each character individually, but when put together, he couldn't understand it at all.

Moreover, Ling Yi didn't take it too seriously.

The reason Ling Yi created an author account on the Big Persimmon Chinese Web was actually because he was tricked by his college classmate Li Liang.

About two weeks ago, the two met by chance and had drinks together.

This guy is exaggerating to the extreme, claiming to be an author on Big Persimmon Chinese Web and easily earning over ten thousand yuan a month.

He said he plans to open three accounts next month, which would bring his monthly income to at least 20,000.

Ling Yi was so naive that he believed it and was incredibly envious.

I registered an author account that very evening.

But Ling Yi had never written any online novels before, and had absolutely no idea what to write.

Reading novels and writing novels are two completely different things. You think you can do it, but in reality, most people can't.

Ling Yi had a sudden inspiration: why not write the recurring dream he had been having into a novel?

The novel's title was Imitation from the title of the number one novel on the popularity chart.

The first chapter contains only 2,200 words.

Although it was only 2,200 words, Ling Yi spent more than three hours writing it, stumbling along the way.

Ling Yi was intimately familiar with the contents of this dream, but familiarity is one thing, and actually expressing the contents of the dream in words is quite another.

For Ling Yi, who had never passed an essay since childhood, this feeling was extremely painful.

Therefore, the content of Ling Yi's novels is roughly like this:

"I went to sleep, and then I had a dream. The recurring dreams weren't repeating themselves; in the dream, I wasn't an ordinary person anymore..."

"In the second dream, a monster appeared. I fought the monster. I lost on the first day, I lost on the second day, and I lost again on the third day..."

"Finally, on the fourth day, I won! New words appeared on the Shitou..."

The entire twenty chapters of the novel are filled with this kind of messy content.

If you ask Ling Yi what his novel is about, even Ling Yi himself would probably be clueless.

He has no idea what he's writing; he just writes whatever he dreams about at night.

In the past two weeks of "writing" experience, I haven't learned anything else, but I have learned how to pad my word count.

After all, each dream only has a limited amount of content, which can be explained in a few sentences, but each chapter has a minimum of two thousand words.

That's two thousand words! That's way too difficult for Ling Yi.

To meet the writing requirements, he had to use hard water.

The key point is that although his dreams are like a TV series, he doesn't have them every day.

Of his twenty chapters, ten were requests for leave, each containing only one sentence. "I didn't dream today!"

In other words, he wrote only 20,000 words in half a month.

In fact, after Ling Yi finished writing the first chapter, he knew he wasn't cut out for this and was prepared to give up.

But the dream he had that night Changes, which made Ling Yi wonder if the Changes in his dream was related to his novel.

This conjecture was quickly confirmed.

As long as he doesn't write his dreams into a novel and upload it, the dreams will keep repeating; if he does upload them, the dreams will continue.

This surprised even Ling Yi himself; had his dream really turned into a TV series?

He was filled with anticipation for the rest of his dream, wondering how it would unfold.

Looking at the string of "0"s on the author's earnings page, Ling Yi swallowed hard and clicked the withdrawal button.

"Can you really withdraw money? That's too fake!"

Not only was Ling Yi bewildered, but the higher-ups at Big Persimmon Chinese Web were also completely confused.

How could such a large donation not attract their attention?

Editorial director Lin Yueyue frowned, looking distressed, and asked the other editors in the office, "Do any of you see anything special about this novel?"

"Sister Yueyue, I don't even know how to describe how awful this author's writing is. Isn't this just data manipulation? Didn't Brother Lei say that this kind of data manipulation is strictly prohibited?"

One of the girls grabbed her ponytail and said with a look of disgust.

"But that's 240 million! Our platform takes 30%, that's still 80 million. Is this how you manipulate data? Is this person an idiot?"

A girl with a square face and a buzz cut next to Lin Yueyue frowned and said.

Everyone was speechless. Yes, if everyone did this, their platform would be rolling in money.

"That's not the point. The point is, this novel —Pui Pui, this isn't a novel, it's just a diary entry! If it were even remotely decent, we could have gotten away with it. But what do we do now?"

"Excuse me, who approved this novel?"

No one spoke.

"Didn't you approve it?" Lin Yueyue asked, frowning.

" Zhao Nan, go ask the tech department who approved this novel. Did someone hack into our server?"

"Okay, Sister Yueyue!"

Zhao Nan, the girl with the square face and the buzz cut, took out her phone and dialed the number of the head of the technical department.

A few minutes later, Zhao Nan put down the phone with an incredulous look on her face, then said mysteriously, "Guess who got through?"

" Zhao Nan, are you trying to kill me? Just tell me already, or I'll torture you!" Lin Yueyue rolled her eyes. What's with all the suspense at a time like this? It's a deal worth over 80 million; can't you even tell what's important?

"Ahem, it was Brother Lei who personally approved it and gave me the contract status." Seeing the aggressive look on her group of sisters, Zhao Nan didn't dare to cause any more trouble and quickly said it.

Lin Yueyue frowned; he just couldn't understand why.

Why would Zhang Wenlei, the CEO of Big Persimmon Chinese Web, personally approve such a trashy novel and immediately grant it a contract?

I can't understand why so many people would tip such a terrible novel.

If these tipping accounts were new or secondary accounts, that would be one thing, but the key point is that these tippings don't seem to be fake.

They came from the South Sea, and the timing of their donations was not concentrated, with many accounts donating more than once.

Is there something magical about this novel?

This is too fantastical.

What Lin Yueyue didn't know was that Zhang Wenlei not only approved the application immediately, but also directly tipped her 20 million yuan, albeit using an old alt account.

Ling Yueyue decided to call Zhang Wenlei; she had to get to the bottom of this.

" Brother Lei..."

"About the novel ' Dream Reincarnation '? You don't need to worry about that anymore, but there's no need to make a fuss about it. Also, give him a contract with a top author; the company can't take that commission."

"Why?" Lin Yueyue asked, puzzled.

"You don't understand. Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me now, but you'll understand later. Just pretend this novel doesn't exist."

"But how will the author income rankings be calculated next month?"

"Didn't I say, just pretend this novel doesn't exist?"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yueyue was even more confused. She was supposed to make an appointment with this "expert"? Pretending he didn't exist?

Most importantly, what do you mean by "even if I told you, I wouldn't believe you"? Well, you have to tell me!

The mother is truly outrageous; she opened the door for someone else who's equally outrageous. It's ridiculous beyond belief.