What To Do If The Heroine Escapes From The Book

Draft, draft, and more drafts. Everything needs to be saved as drafts.

Chu Ge’s eyes were red, and he wished he could shut down all communication tools and immediately start writing. But the more he rushed, the harder it was to write. Unexpectedly, he even got stuck on his writing for a while…

Perhaps it was related to the previous 30,000 words. The writing state back then was quite detached, which didn’t quite match his current mindset.

Chu Ge took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind and immerse himself in a state of clarity.

What he didn’t know was that his book was truly getting better and better, to an absurd degree. It had nothing to do with his writing skills…

It was the feeling of faithfully describing the scenes he saw, as opposed to the feeling of imagining and fabricating. They were not the same in terms of difficulty.

And what he wrote was becoming more and more “real,” including details of clothing, architectural details, every flower and blade of grass, and even techniques that he could expand upon, creating an atmosphere where it seemed like he could really practice them. Just reciting the mantra made it seem incredibly profound.

Previously, when writing about Chu Tiange’s battles and training, it was pure background, playing with the “momentum,” and the astonishment of bystanders, much like the techniques Chu Ge taught Qiu Wuji when it came to writing battles. But now, in addition to the existing atmospheric backdrop, he added detailed descriptions of actual combat, and readers who had experienced real combat training noticed that, based on those descriptions, it seemed like they could simulate real combat scenes…

The sense of immortality was also becoming stronger and stronger. The writing style itself hadn’t changed much, yet it strangely gave people a sense of profound immortality, as if they were right there.

Could it be that Chu Ge had really practiced immortality?

Logically speaking, there wasn’t anything like this before… In the beginning, it followed the typical pattern of an outer disciple rising through a sect, and later, the ensemble cast had little to do with this, showcasing Chu Ge’s own good writing skills. How did the world expand to become so magical…

Could there really be an author who could progress so noticeably within the pages of one book?

It couldn’t be because he shamelessly wrote Qiu Wuji taking Chu Ge as her disciple, right? So, he actually became skilled at it?

Regardless of how readers speculated, one thing was certain: the reputation of this book was getting better and better, its popularity was increasing, and with the added influence of the couple’s personal popularity, it was on the verge of becoming a top-tier work on the website.

This was the very reason why Old Zhu was confident in urging Old Xie to start the project early.

Starting a project during serialization certainly had its risks, but there were also benefits. The most typical advantage was that the serialization period was when the hype was at its peak. Waiting for several years after completion would cause the hype to die down, diminishing the value of the so-called self-generated IP.

Clearly, now is Chu Ge’s most triumphant moment. Even the news about the project announcement under the current momentum would have a higher impact than if it were announced a few years later. Of course, starting the project doesn’t mean immediate production. There are many procedures in between, which is why it’s better to start as early as possible.

This project isn’t just about film and television; it also involves anime, games, and more, covering all aspects of intellectual property. The specific arrangements need thorough research. Given the size of this project, Xie Wenyuan is cautious. He won’t just jump into action. Since Chu Ge has requested his involvement in the script, it’s better to discuss some matters with the author.

Hence, the invitation was extended.

The editor was saying, “Chu Ge, the contract we sent you last time…”

Chu Ge still refused, “I’m not signing that one…”

The editor fell silent and spoke after a while, “Wait until you come for a meeting.”

“So, that means we could meet each other since I didn’t attend the last year’s conference…”

“Well… I think when the time comes, it won’t be me meeting with you. It could be the chief editor, the executive editor, or even more likely, our big boss.”

Chu Ge remained silent for a long time after reading that message, then suddenly burst out laughing.

…

After finishing the scheduled chapters, not a word was saved.

In the afternoon, Qiu Wuji went for her usual driving lesson. Chu Ge rode his electric bike to drop her off at the driving school, then turned back to head to the Black Room.

Walking into the Black Room, it was crowded with people—everyone was there, except for Zhong Yi. Additionally, Old Zhu had taken off his mask, and his daughter Zhu Mengmeng was present as well.

So, Mengmeng was also a member of the Black Room…

Everyone was practicing individually. Zhu Mengmeng was running on a treadmill, and nearby, Wan Zijun and Long Qi Jia were sneakily glancing at her sweaty figure. Chef Jin was also sneaking a peek, and his wife pinched his waist’s soft flesh, making him grimace.

Only Panda acted like nothing was happening, diligently playing Warcraft. “That mage! You’ve been called, leave the group! Damn, are you deaf?”

Who has time for women when you’re pushing a boss?!

Seeing Chu Ge enter wearing the mask of the Third Brother, Zhu Mengmeng waved at him happily.

Everyone gave Chu Ge a displeased look. “Hey, you have the female Sixth Brother. Leave some leftovers for others!”

Chu Ge replied irritably, “What’s it got to do with me… If you have the guts, go pursue her. Sneaking peeks from the shadows like that is embarrassing.”

Zhu Mengmeng giggled.

In reality, there was a trace of indifference in her eyes. She had truly lost interest in these matters.

Others rolled their eyes, “Speaking of sneaky glances, do you even have the right to say that? Why wear the mask? Who are you fooling?”

Chu Ge helplessly took off the mask, “Can’t we have a bit of a ceremonial feeling? We’re a secret society. In the novels, they speculate for hundreds of chapters about which familiar person is the masked individual in the society, and in the end, the big reveal is: it’s him!”

Everyone laughed, “Truly, you’re a writer through and through, never straying from your expertise.”

Wan Zijun chuckled, “If we were the protagonists, we’d probably have guessed your identity as the masked person in the beginning.”

“Huh, looking at it from that perspective, it does seem like that…”

“So, everyone just thinks of themselves as the main character,” Wan Zijun said, “Come exercise more in the future, don’t always stay at home writing. It’s not good for your health.”

“Huh? You care so much about me, am I suddenly your bro?”

Wan Zijun opened his phone and showed Chu Ge a message, “A writer stayed up all night and suddenly died in the early morning. We’re all your hardcore fans, we’re worried about you.”

Chu Ge silently looked at the obituary notice, thinking about the potential “summoning by the big boss,” and let out a sigh.

Before having Qiu Wuji, his life situation with Zhang Qiren was probably quite similar.

Now, all his health issues had been resolved, problems with his neck and spine were long gone. He wondered how Zhang Qiren was doing now… having left writing, he should be exercising now, right? Especially since his abilities required a strong physique…

Never mind, he was thinking too far ahead.

Chu Ge refocused his thoughts and said in a low voice, “I have my own exercises, don’t worry. By the way, Panda asked me to come practice with you all… It seems like you guys have been making a lot of progress. I wonder how much you’ve improved now?”

Wan Zijun was eager to show off, “Do you want to see what I’ve got?”

Chu Ge raised an eyebrow, “Your face writing can still evolve?”

“It can.” Wan Zijun quickly wrote three characters on his face, “Cabalash Brother.”

And so, in Chu Ge’s eyes, there was truly a figure of a Cabalash Brother. It was much more vivid than his own mask, a genuine Cabalash Brother!

Thinking about it, his current mental strength could still be influenced… It’s no wonder, even Qiu Wuji’ mental strength found Wan Zijun handsome back then. The prerequisites for this ability’s effectiveness were truly bewildering.

“How is it?” Wan Zijun spoke triumphantly, “Isn’t this portrayal more vivid than your mask?”

Chu Ge pulled at his cheek, “What’s the use of looking like a Cabalash Brother? Can you gain their abilities?”

“No, this is just to make you think that it’s a Cabalash Brother, but in reality, I haven’t transformed. It’s no different from before when people saw me and thought I looked handsome or like a father. However…” Wan Zijun wasn’t discouraged; on the contrary, he smiled and said, “But now, I’m not limited to a human form. I can be anything.”

Chu Ge’s interest was piqued. He watched as Wan Zijun wiped away the words “Cabalash Brother” and wrote the character, “Dragon.”

A dragon’s roar echoed, a blue dragon lifted its head and coiled through the entire Black Room, occupying it instantly.

Having observed the change of weather and dragons in the fantasy world, Chu Ge was well aware that Wan Zijun wasn’t just visually resembling a dragon. Even his voice and aura were strikingly similar, giving an illusion of draconic majesty.