Yu Mian:?
Yu Mian looked at Secretary Hals, who suddenly had a subtle expression on his face, and for a moment, he didn’t react.
“Don’t you know yet? But this volume was really magnificent and tragic. And is Lin Mu really dead? Then who will be the protagonist in the next two volumes?”
Even though Secretary Hals knew he was taking advantage of the situation to ask for a spoiler in person, he couldn’t resist his curiosity and clung to the study door.
After reading it over and over dozens of times, everyone finally had to believe that Lin Mu and the Seventh Legion were really framed by that damn Hilton.
The most infuriating part was that the Seventh Legion still had a chance to retreat, but Commander Bol couldn’t go against his nature as a soldier. He couldn’t abandon the civilians of the satellite cities, so he led everyone to fight to the last moment.
He bought the most precious golden retreat time for tens of thousands of civilians.
Yet, despite such heroism, the official war report had labeled their cause of death as that of traitors!
It was so infuriating that everyone’s hearts were pounding with anger.
“Huh? How could Lin Mu be dead? Who said the protagonist is changing? Isn’t it just a fake death? The next volume will definitely still be from Lin Mu’s perspective after he wakes up.”
Yu Mian was still thinking about the materials in his hand and hadn’t adjusted his mindset yet. He looked at the suddenly agitated Secretary Hals and subconsciously explained.
“Fake death…there’s actually such a development…?”
However, the usually reliable Secretary Hals was completely shocked by Yu Mian’s few words, so much so that he stood frozen, still holding onto the study door and forgetting to move.
“Yeah, fake death escape, is that so rare?”
Yu Mian absentmindedly asked back.
‘Uh, in interstellar novels, it did seem to be quite rare.’
‘Wait a minute, did the readers really think Lin Mu was dead after reading the seventh volume and that the protagonist would change?’
Yu Mian suddenly realized something was wrong from Secretary Hals’ sincere reader reaction.
Given the honesty of interstellar readers, they couldn’t have really taken it seriously, right?
Meanwhile, Secretary Hals walked out the door in a daze. He reflected on the plot twist Yu Mian had casually mentioned, and his brain felt like it was dancing in a disco.
It turned out that it could develop in this way?
A fake death escape!
Thinking about it now, he felt excited and couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
That damn villain Hilton probably never expected that Lin Mu didn’t die, right?
And if Lin Mu didn’t die, what identity would he come back with to take revenge?
This time, Lin Mu would definitely succeed and take revenge on Hilton, right
Secretary Hals even always felt like the world in the Soldier King series was real, and that Lin Mu, Commander Bol, Officer Tucker, and the others really fought on that blood-soaked frontline…
And precisely because the world created by Fish Soup Noodles was so vivid, after finishing the seventh volume, just thinking about that final battle report made everyone’s heart clench in pain.
Strangely, this agony was so intoxicating, as if their mental powers could sense a raging storm, surging with excitement to an uncontrollable degree.
Of course, for a reader like Secretary Hals who had the privilege of meeting Yu Mian offline, the strangest thing about reading was that it was hard to connect the “evil” of A Bowl Of Fish Soup Noodles to Yu Mian himself.
There was always this sense of discrepancy…an angelic exterior but a devilish mind.
Just what kind of brain could come up with something like a fake death escape, a plotline that tortured readers so mercilessly?
Secretary Hals felt like he wouldn’t sleep tonight. It might have been better not to ask for spoilers after all.
He had brought this on himself.
Back in the study, Yu Mian suddenly realized something, that is, he had forgotten to ask Secretary Hals to help send Huo Ting back to his bedroom!
He couldn’t move him by himself.
But he couldn’t let Huo Ting really sleep on the couch all night, right?
That would be too heartless.
Yu Mian looked at the thick stack of documents in his hand and then glanced at Huo Ting again. His mood was complicated, and he couldn’t quite figure it out.
If he hadn’t happened to run into Secretary Hals today, would he have even known about this?
Fine. He would reluctantly forgive this guy for what he did earlier.
Actually, if he moved out, the house would go back to having only one occupant again, just like in his previous life. Occasionally, a cleaning lady would come by to tidy up and do a deep clean, but that was it.
But after experiencing the hustle and bustle of living with others, living alone again seemed different now.
Especially in this vast, almost overwhelmingly large and mysterious interstellar world.
In fact, if it weren’t for the conch shell that brought him to the study, where he met Huo Yan and the others, making him feel that this world was also lovely and interesting little by little, he really would have been alone in this universe.
But living at the old residence all the time made Yu Mian feel like he was disturbing them, even though Grandpa Huo and the others said they didn’t mind.
Sigh.
Yu Mian propped his chin in his hand and glanced at Huo Ting in frustration. Without thinking, he reached out and absentmindedly played with Huo Ting’s fingers, which were quietly resting in front of him. Huo Ting’s hands were quite beautiful, almost like works of art.
But then he recalled the force of Huo Ting’s embrace and suddenly stood up as if electrocuted.
‘Ahhh!’
‘Why did this feel more complicated than writing a novel?’
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Yu Mian couldn’t figure it out, but he felt like he was facing a dilemma he had never experienced before.
Meanwhile, at Huanyu Tower, everyone in the editorial department had barely gotten any sleep that night.
And as soon as the building’s property management opened in the morning, a huge pile of deliveries were sent to the lobby, which were daunting to look at from a distance.
Although Shaxs considered himself no longer the rookie editor he once was, having followed Fish Soup Noodles through so many works and witnessed all kinds of storms, this….
After all, traffic is king. No matter whether Fish Soup Noodles’ works were slow-burning or fast-paced, whether the themes were niche or novel, they always managed to attract the attention of countless fans and black fans. From a traffic standpoint, that alone was already a win.
But!
The commotion caused by the release of Volume 7 of “Rebirth Of The Interstellar Soldier King” succeeded in making the entire editorial department to tremble.
Because it was hard to believe…the heat from the entire night hadn’t died down in the slightest. Instead, it was still climbing higher and higher.
Even at three or four in the morning, the time when reader traffic should have been at its lowest, the comment section was adding pages at the speed of a glitching screen, with all kinds of essays of hundreds or thousands of words scrolling across the screen in seconds.
Not to mention the major forums, several posts featuring screenshots of new physical copies appeared one after another, each title more shocking than the last.
For example:
[By the cosmos above, I bought over twenty copies just to confirm the ending, and they all say Lin Mu died in battle?! Ahhh, this is really not a printing error? I refuse to believe it]
Or:
[I bought five or six copies at once so my whole family of fans could read together. As a result, my dad went downstairs to run laps all night to calm down. He still hasn’t come back. Now I’m just extremely worried, what do I do?]
Or even:
[I’m laughing to death, when I heard a heart-wrenching ‘Hilton, you bastard!’ from my upstairs neighbor at almost the exact same moment, I knew my neighbor is also a Soldier King fan. Turns out I am not alone. Hahaha (currently losing my mind).]
The forums were flooded with Soldier King fans who had been wrecked by the book.
Within Fish Soup Noodles’ various reader groups, Soldier King fans had always been considered the most composed and mature. But after Volume 7 dropped, it was as if this group had been completely blown to the surface.
So much so that everyone was shocked to find that the coverage of fans of “Rebirth Of The Interstellar Soldier King” was so wide?!
It had practically become an all-ages phenomenon.
[My little brother went to school crying today, can you believe it? He swore he’d enroll in a military academy when he grows up and avenge Lin Mu. His brain is completely stuck on this now (facepalm).]
A photo of a little boy carrying his schoolbag while crying became a hot search immediately. A flood of parents commented underneath, confirming that “Rebirth Of The Interstellar Soldier King” had indeed cultivated a massive following of little Soldier King fans.
These little Soldier King fans, who had been passionately following Lin Mu’s journey to becoming a soldier king, had practically planted the seeds of devotion to the Federation in their childhood.
One could even say that their foundations were solid and their beliefs unwavering.
And because of that, when they read about their tough and beloved hero, Lin Mu, being betrayed and framed by the villain, their entire worldview nearly collapsed overnight. Many of them sobbed their hearts out.
If “Bei Xing’s Necklace” was dreamy, beautiful, and healing, then “Rebirth of the Interstellar Soldier King” was the exact opposite, heart-wrenching and completely devastating. For many young fans, this was their first taste of the pain from being stabbed.
Editor Shaxs and the entire editorial team were drenched in sweat…they were literally sweating profusely.
And just as expected, the chaos wasn’t just limited to star network. The flood of packages arriving at the publishing house’s doorstep had completely buried the entrance.
“I think… we shouldn’t send these reader packages straight to Teacher Fish Soup Noodles this time. We need to carefully open and inspect them first.”
Shaxs swallowed hard. The deputy chief editor beside him wiped away sweat.
This was obviously going to be an enormous task.
How had Volume 7 of Fish Soup Noodles’ book hidden such an unprecedentedly sword? Though, they had to admit that it was brilliant.
Beyond the editorial department, even the staff responsible for handling the military’s commissioned works were at a loss for words. They watched in silence as the personal secretary of Military Commissioner Michaels personally came to pick up a fresh copy of the latest volume.
It was no secret that Chairman Michaels liked to read “Rebirth of the Interstellar Soldier King” in his downtime.
“But is this plot… really suitable for someone of the Chairman’s age?”
“Maybe even Teacher Fish Soup Noodles didn’t expect that there would be so many big bosses hidden among the readers of his book?”
Especially for a big shot like the Chairman, it was hard to imagine the consequences of his fury after being stabbed by the author.
The staff exchanged glances but ultimately, no one dared to intervene.
