Chapter Ninety-Five: Who Can Stand Against Me

"Roar, roar, our League of Heroes has triumphed!"

"Haha, we crushed the Dragon Alliance, now let’s see if they dare to act arrogant again."

"The League of Heroes is invincible!"

"Who can compete with the League of Heroes? Headquarters support came just in time."

"Ahhh, League of Heroes, unmatched king, peerless in the world..."

"We won, stomped on those idiots who thought they were above everyone else."

"Thanks to friends from neutral and other alliances, our 'Panlong' has reached the top."

...

'Panlong' won by a narrow margin, and the League of Heroes’ fans were elated, their morale soaring. While mocking their proud rivals, they also rushed to other top League books’ review sections to express their gratitude.

"Brushers’ lackeys, all of you get out of my review section. Next month’s ticket ranking will decide. Brothers, when the time comes, we’ll fan them, fan them again, and see how they handle it."

Someone dug up a single chapter from last month by Shenlong and posted it in the review section of 'Great God'.

"Who’s fanning whom now?"

"Haha, slapped yourself in the face, how does it feel?"

"Still don’t know who’s brushing votes? So many readers support us, and we almost couldn’t beat you—do you think the site belongs to you?"

...

Many League of Heroes readers didn’t mind stirring up trouble—since masks were off, they naturally wanted to kick their foes while they were down.

Dragon Alliance members were so furious they could cough blood.

They really lost. Actually lost.

"I refuse to accept it! Our nukes haven’t even been used yet," the Dragon Alliance’s big boss, responsible for launching nukes, cursed the site in the fan group. This victory should’ve belonged to them, but at the critical moment, the server malfunctioned and they couldn’t operate.

"Petty people get lucky. We still have plenty of ammo left; it was only because of network issues that we lost. What are you so proud of?"

"If you’ve got guts, fight again this month."

"Fight again! If you dare, accept our challenge."

...

The Dragon Alliance, unwilling to concede, launched a new round of battles.

At this point, Su Tong posted a single chapter.

"The monthly ticket war hurts our harmony, and also damages the League of Heroes’ vitality. We’ve almost a hundred alliance leaders now, and that’s real money. To be honest, my contract is a fifty-fifty split. We won’t compete for the monthly ticket ranking anymore; I can’t let everyone spend so much for nothing if I don’t get it, right? The monthly ticket champion is only worth six thousand yuan, and for those few thousand, you don’t know how much you all sacrificed. Of course, you can’t measure the champion’s value by just six thousand. Now, we’ve accomplished what we set out to do. My life is good now; I don’t ask for subscriptions, just hope everyone enjoys reading. Seeing so much money go down the drain makes my heart ache for you all. So, I don’t want to fight for monthly tickets anymore. I won’t beg for votes every few days like this month, I’m tired, and you’re even more tired..."

Seeing this single chapter, readers felt relieved, especially fans from League headquarters, who saw that their brother, as always, cared for his fans.

Showground fans, well-funded and influential, were generally referred to as headquarters.

Some veteran readers and authors were stunned by Su Tong’s chapter—was Nian Nujiao complaining about the low tier of the site’s contract? And voluntarily not asking readers to subscribe? This newcomer truly was bold, daring to say anything.

Su Tong’s original intention in coming to the site was out of concern that, if something happened to him, Xiao Yu and Xiao Xiao might be left without support; he wanted to earn some extra money to save for them.

He didn’t know how much Tomato’s 'Panlong' earned in his previous life—probably millions.

He didn’t need that much—hundreds of thousands would suffice. Even as a newcomer, uploading should make that possible.

The right time, place, and people: now it seemed 'Panlong' was worth more than just a few hundred thousand.

This book was almost on par with works from established authors; it had gained considerable fame.

Publishing and game rights were certain to be no problem; Xiao Yu and Xiao Xiao’s future tuition and living expenses were basically secured.

Su Tong breathed a sigh of relief. He had already handed his royalty payment card to Xiao Yu for safekeeping; even after finishing the book, there would be subsequent subscription royalties.

Last time, Su Tong transferred most of his salary from the showground card to Xiao Yu’s card; now she held fifty to sixty thousand yuan in her bank card.

That amount, plus forthcoming royalties, meant Su Tong was confident that, even if something happened to him, those funds would be enough to support the two sisters through college graduation.

"Three chapters first, starting at eight o’clock in the morning, averaging a new chapter every two hours—so seven more to go. During National Day, ten chapters daily." Su Tong posted the new month’s update.

...

'Panlong' readers felt blessed—ten chapters a day.

Shenlong saw Su Tong’s announcement and was furious. Was the book finished already? Why this relentless pace?

Even if it was finished, you shouldn’t explode like this.

Last month was already a full month of explosive releases, averaging twenty thousand words a day, and this month was the same.

From now on, others with four chapters and ten thousand words a day wouldn’t dare call it an explosion.

"What an idiot. Don’t you know the longer you write, the more popularity you accumulate? Who explodes like this?" Shenlong couldn’t complain enough. Some established authors were speechless; they had to admit Nian Nujiao truly was a newcomer, utterly naive.

Zhang Xin called. As an agent, she knew how to promote a song or a book.

Nian Nujiao’s songs spread so widely in part thanks to her efforts—otherwise, even good wine fears a deep alley.

"Xin, it’s fine. This is small money, to be honest. The book is already finished, with four hundred chapters in reserve," Su Tong said.

"Even so, you can’t release like this. Take it slow, let me handle promotion, and I’ll find places for publishing, game, and comic rights. Finishing too quickly devalues it. You could keep this up for two years, and afterward, focus on songwriting and singing. By the way, I’ll enroll you in a performance class. Your university major can be glossed over, but if you want to move into film and television, you need to study acting," Zhang Xin advised over the phone.

"Waaah, Xin, you’re so good to me, waaah..." As he finished speaking, Zhang Xin realized Su Tong was crying; she paused, then laughed, "Xiao Tong, I should thank you. Because of you, my busy life feels fulfilling and happy—many say I look several years younger. Okay, stop crying. If you cry, I’ll feel bad too..."

Suddenly, Su Tong started chuckling, "Xin, what do you think—do I still need to learn acting?"

Zhang Xin was momentarily stunned, then laughed and scolded, "You brat, teasing your Xin again. Have you been fooling young girls? Mind your reputation—don’t go overboard. Once you’re famous, those journalists are nosy, even wanting to dig up when you wet the bed as a child."

"Haha, Xin, don’t worry. I’m pure as jade, so charming and handsome, yet still untouched..."

At last, Su Tong mentioned he had several books in hand; 'Panlong' was only the vanguard. Zhang Xin could only let him indulge his whims.

How could this guy write so much?

Zhang Xin couldn’t figure it out—could fast food novels really reach tens of thousands of words per hour? Eight hours, eighty thousand words?

Meanwhile, Nian Nujiao’s editor, Watermelon, saw Su Tong’s chapter and immediately panicked.