Evolving infinitely from ground zero

Lin Zichen was trying to remember who it was.

"Vroom, vroom, vroom—"

He heard a familiar roar and the ghost fire motorbike that had just sped past somehow reversed its direction and came back.

Two people were sitting on the bike, the driver was a young man with multicolored hair, and a blond youth sat behind him.

"Zi Chen, Xiao Shen, is that really you?"

The driver with the colorful hair called out in surprise.

Listening to this familiar voice and looking at the youth's familiar features.

Lin Zichen finally remembered who the other person was.

It was Zhang Kai, the boy from the martial arts team in junior high.

Upon recognizing him, Lin Zichen also smiled and said, "Zhang Kai, long time no see."

"Yeah, it has been a long time." Zhang Kai expertly flicked his bangs that covered his eyes away and curiously asked, "What are you two up to?"

Lin Zichen smiled and said, "Just finished training with her, now helping her relax her muscles."

"Just finished training?" Zhang Kai's eyes widened in disbelief, "Did both of you actually get into the high school martial arts class?"

Lin Zichen: "Yes."

Zhang Kai clicked his tongue and said, "I really didn't expect it, Xiao Shen, such a frail girl from back then, actually got into the martial arts class, that's truly badass."

While he said this, he felt a bit bitter inside.

Even Shen Qinghan, such a delicate little girl, could get into the martial arts class, while he, who had practiced martial arts in the team for three years, had not.

What a shame.

As he ridiculed himself in his heart, the blond youth sitting behind him urged, "Cousin, aunt is waiting for us to come back, stop chatting, let's go!"

"Alright, we'll leave right now."

After speaking, Zhang Kai turned to Lin Zichen and, with a smile, said, "Zi Chen, I have family matters to attend to, so I won't chat any longer, I need to go now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he twisted the throttle and sped away with the blond youth.

At that moment, doubt shrouded his face.

Both from the martial arts team, Lin Zichen got into the high school martial arts class and his future seemed bright.

As for himself, all he could do now was to show off and race on the streets, a complete waste.

Why was there such a big difference in life?

It would have been fine if it were just Lin Zichen, but how did the frail girl by his side get in as well?

What's going on?

Thinking about how even Shen Qinghan got into the martial arts class made Zhang Kai feel uncomfortable, unable to understand why he couldn't even surpass a delicate girl.

It's unreasonable!

I have no reason to be inferior to a girl!

I must change!

If I couldn't get into high school, then I'll enlist in the military!

There's always a way out for those who work hard; enlisting could also lead to Genetic Fusion or mechanical transformation!

Stimulated by Shen Qinghan, Zhang Kai decided to spend a few more days fooling around before selling his motorbike; then he'd work hard to train his body and find a way to enlist.

...

Elsewhere.

Shen Qinghan would never have imagined that she, who used to feel so inferior for being at the bottom of her class, would now be an inspiration for someone else to strive and improve.

At that moment, she was discussing Zhang Kai with Lin Zichen, saying with a sigh, "Xiao Chen, how did Zhang Kai, who used to be so sunny, turn into a Host like character?"

"Personal preference, I guess," Lin Zichen responded indifferently.

It was someone else's way of life, and he didn't want to judge too much.

Because every person has their own suitable way of living, as long as you like it and are happy, that's good enough.

While chatting, they continued to relax their muscles, and it wasn't long before they had finished.

When it was about time, they jogged all the way home.

On the way back home.

Lin Zichen saw some rats rummaging through a garbage bin by the roadside and frowned.

This was a normal scene, but it made him feel uneasy and involuntarily brought to mind the Rat God Cult.

Must become stronger quickly!

Only by becoming stronger could he feel secure!

Thinking this, Lin Zichen quickened his pace as he ran home.

...

After returning home, having dinner, and taking a bath.

Lin Zichen's thoughts shifted, and he opened the Exotic Beast Album to take a glance at the Ferocious Great Eagle.

The unlocking progress bar wasn't even at 5%.

The unlocking speed was too slow; he needed to increase his income and buy more Violent Great Eagle Meat to consume.

Just relying on regular physical training to become stronger was quite limited; he also needed to rely on unlocking Exotic Beast Albums to attain Biometric Attributes.

After all, acquiring each attribute could bring a qualitative leap to one's strength.

In the matter of becoming stronger, Lin Zichen no longer had the patience he had in junior high.

Now, he was eager to become stronger every single day.

It wasn't that his patience had deteriorated, but rather he frequently encountered unusual rat activities, which increasingly diminished his sense of security.

Despite the fact that the security department hadn't taken any significant actions, these rat anomalies didn't seem to be considered a serious issue.

However, Lin Zichen wasn't willing to put his safety in others' hands.

Because the security department wasn't omnipotent.

The security department might believe that the recent rat anomalies were unrelated to the Rat God Cult, but that didn't necessarily mean they were right.

If the security department were so prophetic, the former chief of the security team would not have died at the claws of rats.

Therefore, he had to rely on himself; only by becoming stronger could he be truly safe.

The pressing matter was to figure out a way to earn money to purchase Violent Great Eagle Meat, consume it, and then activate the Exotic Beast Album to gain biometric attributes and become stronger.

So the question was, how could he make money?

Programming?

Not quite doable, it would take time to learn, and even after mastering it, there would be the hassle of finding work and dealing with clients.

More importantly, programming was just too boring.

Whether learning it or using it to make extra money, both were dull and tedious.

Better to write novels and earn manuscript fees.

He could make money while writing stories he liked, killing two birds with one stone.

After some thought, Lin Zichen decided it would be best to follow in his father's footsteps.

Having read numerous novels in his past life, he was well-versed in satisfying plotlines and could easily earn money as a copywriter if he put his mind to it.

Most importantly, writing novels wouldn't consume much time and wouldn't interfere with his training.

The minimum requirement for updating a novel was to write 4,000 words a day.

Assuming he could write 2,000 words in an hour, he would only need two hours a day to complete his work.

With more practice, perhaps he could finish 4,000 words in an hour.

Or, even more ambitiously, he could transform into a writing monster and churn out 10,000 words in an hour!

He had to believe in the power of the Divine Human Wisdom Root!

No, that's not right, he needed to believe in his own strength!

All things considered, writing novels to make money was easier than programming.

Both physically and mentally, it was more enjoyable than coding.

Of course, this all hinged on writing well enough to attract readers; without an audience, it would all be for naught.

After settling on the idea,

Lin Zichen immediately approached his parents and shared his idea of writing a novel.

The couple was quite surprised to hear this.

Among them, Zhang Wanxin asked curiously, "Xiao Chen, why have you suddenly decided to write novels?"

"Studying and training have been too exhausting, so I want to do something I enjoy to relax during my breaks, and I like writing novels."

Lin Zichen made up this excuse on the spot.

In reality, he only enjoyed reading novels, not writing them.

Writing novels was too exhausting, damaging both spirit and body.

Insomnia, anxiety, depression, cervical spondylosis, herniated lumbar discs, periarthritis, tenosynovitis... these were common occupational diseases for writers.

Nevertheless, Lin Yansheng and Zhang Wanxin didn't doubt their son's words.

The couple felt it made perfect sense for their son to enjoy writing, as both parents were novelists.

After all, the family of three lived under the same roof, and constant exposure over the long term was bound to leave an impression.

After a moment of thought,

the couple eventually supported Lin Zichen's idea to write novels in his spare time to relax.

After all, Lin Zichen was a genius; they had no worries that writing would affect his studies.

Seeing his parents' approval, Lin Zichen asked Zhang Wanxin to set up an author account for him.

Since he was still a minor and couldn't sign contracts or open an author account, he needed to use his parents' ID to create a sub-account.

Zhang Wanxin didn't think too much about it and quickly provided her ID for him to register the author account.

During registration, Lin Zichen casually chose a pen name: "Qinghan in Chen".

A moment after the registration was completed,

Zhang Wanxin, curious, asked, "Son, what genre do you want to write?"

"I'll write urban novels, ones about growing up with a childhood sweetheart."

Lin Zichen felt this genre had a good market potential.

After all, a childhood sweetheart was an unattainable fantasy for many, and he believed many readers would like to read about it.

Especially the process of growing up with a childhood sweetheart would be especially appealing to readers in a nurturing kind of way.

Most importantly, he actually had a childhood sweetheart, Shen Qinghan, and could incorporate real events from their lives into the story, making it feel authentic and relatable.

When Zhang Wanxin heard this, she couldn't help but smile teasingly and asked, "My, are you writing about Han Han as the childhood sweetheart?"

Lin Zichen just smiled and did not deny it.

He wanted to reverse roles in the novel, making Shen Qinghan the genius and giving her a taste of the thrill.

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