Somewhere, someplace

  In a darkly lit room, a restless figure could be seen hunched over a digital screen.

  After a noticable period of time, the shady figure seemingly began talking to himself.

  "When was the last time I upgraded this thing's processing power? Hmmm, if I seem to recall correctly, it was after I wrote "A Cultivator in Pajama" back in 5190."

  Sighing to himself, the figure wondered if he'd ever write such a masterpiece, topping the charts of GalaxyBooks once again, and about the rewards such accomplishments would bring. Last time, they brought him fame and riches, which further translated into expensive body and mind strengthening procedures, prolonging his life by centuries. However the real drug to him, was when he stood tall and proud at the book fair looking down to the revering eyes of his fellow book enthusiasts.

  "Ah, Ice Fairy Ning Li even expressed interest in me. The Ice fairy, known for not batting an eye at the opposite sex, thus laying a foundation for furtive rumors, had expressed interest in me, hehe... *slurp*"

  Wiping the drool off his well-defined face, which should be mentioned was a poor fit for his creepy personality, he noticed that the prompt had changed.

  Before moving on, the creepy figure continued his monologue.

  "Though it's weird, that Fairy Ning Li had forgotten to feed her dogs and sudddenly had to leave... Hmph, not just poor memory but bad hearing too, considering that she hasn't answered even one of my 10920 calls. Maybe it was something I did- whatever, other matters of equal importance is at hand."

  *tap, tap*

  If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

  Upon reading the last line, he visibly shuddered.

  "Haha, this handsome senior read the agreement yesterday after downloading it from the starweb, and he is not going to violate a single clause. You see, he barely has enough money left to live a humble life, after being grotesquely robbed by a backwater, moneygrubbing, goldlicking firm for 80 million credits. He can't afford being sued, losing his head, or even worse spend the rest of his life doing tedious labor, unworthy of his perfect anatomy."

  After scanning and signing a series of agreements, the creepy figure found himself to be ogling at the screen and smiling as if he just fished himself a pair of abandoned panties from the lake.

  "What a story I'll make with the material gained from this experiment. It's a pity, I'll have to stay within the confines of the ToA, but there should be plenty of leeway to spice things up when needed, without stepping out of bounds."

  Inspecting a certain text in the lower half of the panel, the grumpy figure couldn't help but add his own comments.

  "Bah, you just squeezed me dry and now you want me to buy DLC's from you? Whatever, those are for people, who lack creativity anyways."

  *DING DONG*

  The doorbell rang, much to the creepy figure's frustration. Knowing the deranged man's lacking personality and lack of family, if not counting distant grandnephews and grandnieces, it was most likely not human company, that came knocking on his door. The creepy figure peered through the door, and a delivery robot showed itself with stacks of boxes on top of it. As usual of late, the food in the newly arrived big boxes were bland and bought in big bulks to save money.

  "Why do I feel like someone is insulting me... anyway I'll look into potential seedlings for my novel after I've eaten the last serving, I've left of real, human food. Plenty of time before the loan sharks come knocking..."

  The creepy, lonely figure muttered to himself.