"It's too dark..."

Back then what had prompted him into writing his book was a certain sci-fi webnovel he had read, it had a pretty good premise but the author carried it out poorly, but still that left him with the desire to read more, to see more of that world.

However fate had never been kind to Jun Zi and the translators who picked it up never managed to translate more than a few chapters before leaving him on months-long cliffs again and again.

It was the worst of times, it was the season of darkness but yet the spring wind of hope seemed to come with each chapter that was released leaving Jun Zi with a tiny thread of hope, that would nonetheless be torn apart by the reappearence of the ultimate cliff-hanger.

"My willpower was strengthened beyond belief as I endured those tortorous days, even now I can confirm it as my status clearly displays it."

My willpower of over 19 is clearly at the boundary of legends, after enduring those long days of darkness, light dawned upon me as I realized that I could write my own continuation of the story.

"I was unwilling to lower myself and force myself to read those cursed machine-translated chapters. Reading is a pleasurable and sacred rite and it can't be tainted by poor grammar or the experience will be ruined since the beginning stages and cause qi deviation if left unhandled."

As the days went by and his thirst for the plot grew, he finally gave in to his urges and began writing. In the beginning he attempted to write from where the cursed translators left, but to his horror he realized that the story didn't feel the same.

"The voice, I can't hear it..."

It was back then that he felt each author's uniqueness, their voice, not all narrators where the same and he began to realize the magnitude of what he was trying to accomplish.

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"No, I can't just start from the second or third arc. If I want to do it right, I need to start from the beginning!"

That was the first step on his path of rebellion, he would go against the heavens and break the hegemony of the translators as he forged his own inky path of slaugh... ehm, writing.

Days became weeks as he put his full efforts into writing the story as best as he could, his dedication opened up to him a whole new world before a new hurdle was now facing Jun Zi,

"I can feel it, there is a greater way for this story... I can make it more... more real!"

He couldn't quite put his finger to it, but he had an instinctive feeling of how he could do it. What was reality in the end, but truth and lies interweaved to make a world worth of belief.

"That was my lead, belief. I needed to believe in it as much as I believe in reality, if it felt fake then it would break down the smoothness of the reading experience."

To reach this kind of realm he trained night by night and after months of effort he finally reached the realm of Lucid Dreaming every night.

Through each dream he would test his own story, try each and every angle possible as if he was a film director, each character was his living puppet, in his hands, their every move, thought and existence.

Slowly but surely a new world took shape as he used the daylight to write the story he fleshed out under the blessing of the moonlight. It used the initial webnovel as blueprint but after breaking the first shackle it finally achieved its own freedom.

"My obsession with that cursed webnovel almost made me write a fanfiction, it's good that I finally overcame my heartdemon and I can now establish my own world free from the will of the heav... ehm, webnovel."

Three years and three drafts later, Jun Zi finally wrote what he had envisioned in his dreams but never would he have expected that he would become part of them that day.

His reaction was easy to understand as he gazed at the dark glossy cealing of the underground city.

"I'm fucked... If I'm lucky I will end up as a lower rung thug or beggar in the Imperial territories but looking at the sky this should be a Federal planet... I'm so dead."