The Handmade Blogger's Guide to Salvation

"Oh, will the name be changed to Kemimaru after Kemimaru becomes stronger, Mr. Kemimaru?"

Mustache smiled very sweetly, the kind of sweetness that seemed abnormal at first glance.

Yu Shenshe was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but patted his head, "Yes, I believe."

He never dreamed that Kneemaru would be able to create a memetic contamination without making a sound.

After discovering something was wrong, Yu Shenshejian pondered for a long time, and then made a bold choice—to depolarize all the swords except Taidao, and return after 14 days.

Why does it take 14 days?

"Because it takes us 14 days to decontaminate a meme."

SCP Mobile Task Force Pi-1 codenamed "CitySlickers" specializes in the investigation, containment, and post-clearance of anomalies in densely populated urban environments.

"Seriously, Dr. Abundantia, have you become stronger?"

The captain of the task force threw the cigarette butts on the ground and crushed them with his feet wearing thick protective boots—he was wearing a thick biochemical protective suit, except for his head. He took off his helmet carelessly because he smoked illegally down.

"This person named Knee Maru, has been with you for less than a month, right? He can actually create meme pollution, how should I put it—" He stretched out his thumb to Knee Maru, sincerely admiring:

"Bull █!"

Keimaru touched the back of his head, then moved his eyes guiltily, but Mustache, who was next to him, smiled very happily when he saw his younger brother being praised.

"I thought you had taken on a lot of missions, and it's not surprising that you are familiar with this level of meme pollution." Yu Shenshe asked back, and then saw that the captain of the task force suddenly changed into a look of lingering fear.

"Don't tell me, I just encountered a highly harmful pollution last week, and it has spread very seriously."

"Oh, can you tell me?"

The captain took a fixed look at Yu Shenshejian, then cleared his throat:

"Pale yellow—"

Before he could finish speaking, the team members behind him turned pale with fright, immediately subdued him to the ground, and covered his mouth.

"Shut up! Shut up!"

"Please, stop singing!"

Higakiri was startled, and leaned closer to Hiroshin Shema, "Master Kemaru, what did this Kemaru say just now—to scare so many Kemaru into this?"

Hiroshin Shema turned around, turned a blind eye to the task force members who were wrestling with their backs behind them, and comforted Hikiri with a smile:

"It's okay, it's probably the plum rain in the main pill...overloading their already flooded brains."

………………

The SCP Foundation, whose goal is to contain anomalous objects, entities, and phenomena so that civilians around the world can survive and be free from fear.

Of course, their attitude towards "abnormal individuals" is not necessarily to fight and kill, otherwise at this moment, they would not be sitting with Yu Shenshejian, chatting and laughing happily.

"Look, our suggestion is right, you are definitely more popular as a video blogger than as a book writer."

Yu Shenshe raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

If it was in the past, he would definitely refute it, but now, looking at the crazy increase in his personal account and the single-digit sales of books...he chose to remain silent.

He's working with the SCP Foundation on a project called "The Upper Narrator Project."

"To be honest, buddy, there are so many parallel planes, we might be the characters that exist in someone's writing."

That's what Dr. Bright, who introduced the project to him, told him that day.

“[The upper-level narrator] is the person who creates us. They can be writers, directors, housewives or children... In short, anyone who can write can become an upper-level narrator.”

After he finished speaking, he sat up abruptly, propped his elbows on the table, and stared at Hiroshin Shema——

"If they are happy, our life will be easier, if they are not happy, then our hard days will come...Who knows if they will vent their anger on the characters in their writings, suddenly design a disaster, and destroy us all ?”

"Maybe they are annoyed, maybe I will die suddenly in a second?" Speaking of this, Dr. Bright suddenly stuck out his tongue, rolled his eyes and began to play dead.

Yu Shenshejian watched his exaggerated performance, still unmoved.

"So, what do you want me to do?" Yu Shenshejian asked.

Seeing that Yu Shenshe didn't respond, Dr. Bright sat up straight resentfully.

"Only magic can fight magic, Mr. Abundantia."

“You have to find a way to get the authors who created us to stop their pens, to disturb them, give them more homework, or give them an explosive and fun game, or a book that makes people want to talk about it after reading it. Romance novels that fall in love, or make them a manga obsessed with manga."

Dr. Bright shrugged.

"For example, every time the [Ming ██ Zhou] game we invest in releases a new explosive event, our world will be much more peaceful—all the upper-level narrators have gone to play the game, understand?"

understood.

"I don't understand, if you choose a few beautiful girls to sing and dance on stage, it will still achieve the same effect." Yu Shenshe frowned, "Why did you choose me?"

Dr. Bright rubbed his head, "I thought you were a smart man, Dr. Abundantia, don't lower yourself to this level."

"I need you to attract the attention of the whole world."

Yu Shenshejian turned around and left without saying a word, causing Dr. Bright to shout loudly behind him.

"Wait a minute, don't we all get what we need? Maybe it can attract Dr. Wondertainment's attention—"

Yu Shenshe turned around sharply.

"Don't mention Wondertain to me, he's dead." His tone was extremely serious, but Dr. Bright could hear a hint of anger in it that seemed to be offended.

The first-generation Wondertain will always be a minefield for Yu Shenshejian. Once you say something wrong, you will die if you touch it.

"The current Wondertain III is just a mediocre person who has inherited a false name and a barcode—he doesn't deserve this title."

Except for the first generation, Yu Shenshema will not recognize any Wondertain, never will.

Yushen, located in the asteroid belt, has a revolution period of 4.17 years and an average distance from the sun of 2.592AU. It is a star in the eyes of humans.

However, that human being's short but brilliant life is burning extremely dazzlingly... In the eyes of Yu Shenshejian, isn't it a shining star?

………………

"If no one writes BE novels, no one makes tragic movies, no one draws sad cartoons, then many disasters will be reduced."

——Upper Storyteller Project

Yu Shenshejian does not deny that he is an excellent handmade blogger, but he is also very confident in the books he writes.

But...it's really strange, why his books just can't be sold!

On this day, Yushin Shema came to the vacant workshop, preparing to carry the books he had written back to Honmaru, and study them carefully... Maybe it will become an important part of the plan.

Then, Dazai Osamu, who hadn't seen him for a long time, brought his partner Kunikida Doppo and knocked on the door of the workshop.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hiroshin, I didn't expect you to come home at last - I'm so lucky." Dazai Osamu was very exaggerated.

However, only his partner, Kunikida Doppo, knew how long they squatted waiting for Hiroshin Shibuma to come home.

"That's right. I read your book "Explaining π Using Seal Waistlines" last time, and I only read half of it. I want to borrow this book this time. May I ask?"

Yu Shenshejian: "... yes."

Great!

He bent his knuckles and knocked on the bookshelf, and suddenly the six 12-sided bookcases turned around, revealing a large number of books inside.

"It's sorted alphabetically, so it's easy to find, and if you see anything else you're interested in, you can just take it away." Hiroshin Shema expressed his generosity.

Osamu Dazai looked in amazement.

"Are these all books written by you? There are so many... How did you finish writing them? It's amazing."

If a person can write a book in a lifetime, it is considered very good, let alone so many.

Yu Shenshe waved his hand, "If you really use a pen to write word by word, you really can't finish it, but I have used some auxiliary tools."

After speaking, he took out a miniature mailbox from the cabinet in the studio.

This small mailbox that looks like a toy is very delicate, with a small house painted in oil painting style on it, and the words "Periscope Press" written on it.

"You only need to finish writing the outline and opinions, and then submit the manuscript to this mailbox, and Periscope Publishing will help you sort out the book, and then the manuscript fee calculated according to the sales volume will be spit out from this outlet."

Hiroshin Shibuma wanted to demonstrate, so he searched everywhere, and found Nana Taoyuan's old writing in the 5th grade in the box for old notebooks.

He didn't read it carefully, so he copied two pages and put them in the mailbox.

One minute later, the mailbox spit out 1 yen and a copy of "Primary School Students' Composition Review"

Taoyuan Nana's childhood composition became an example, and was quoted on a certain page...

However, it seems to be the opposite example.

Osamu Dazai was a little eager to try. After asking Yushin Shema, he asked for a pen and paper. After thinking about it for a while, the pen went away, and then imitated Yushin Shema just now, and threw it into the mailbox.

1 minutes passed...

10 minutes passed...

"What's the matter, have I been rejected?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, "That's right, I guess Nakahara Chuya and Kunikida are alone, and no one wants to read it..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by something popping up from the mailbox.

A 1 yen note.

This is not over... Immediately afterwards, the mailbox seemed to be constipated for a long time, and finally it was normal, and it frantically ejected banknotes!

These banknotes with the largest face value are like white paper blown by the wind, flying all over the sky very cheaply. Osamu Dazai was a little surprised and wanted to say something, but the banknotes were stuffed into his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth!

A lot of money!

At the same time, at the outlet where the banknotes were crazily issued, instead of books, a list appeared, which was submerged in the tide of banknotes before anyone could see it clearly.

"Surprised, 20 pages of precious manuscripts were found in the former residence of the writer Osamu Dazai! "

"Tokyo National Museum: The manuscript is estimated at 2 million! "

"An Unexposed Manuscript: The Real Nakahara Chuya and Kunikida in Osamu Dazai's Eyes"

"What is the relationship between literary giants in private?"Osamu Dazai revealed that Chuya Nakahara joined the mysterious black organization! "

"Poet Zhongyuan Zhong is also a dwarf?Osamu Dazai gave the final answer! "

Doppo Kunikida, who was sitting on the sofa and concentrating on reading, was instantly overwhelmed by the banknotes, and Osamu Dazai's [Disqualification in the World] seemed to have no effect on the banknotes... It is probably certain that they are all real money.

Robbers in ancient times liked to sleep on money, but he did not expect to experience this luxury.

It turns out that Kunikida Doppo and Nakahara Nakahara are also so valuable when they complain about it?

Osamu Dazai was submerged under the huge amount of banknotes. He never dreamed that he might be smashed to death by the money, because when the height of the banknotes almost reached the roof, the mailbox seemed to find this, and then.

—and it started spitting out gold bars.