Chapter 2

After more than an hour, Tang Zhun sat in front of the computer, looking at the results of his writing, feeling somewhat speechless. Two thousand words.

Deciding to write an urban rebirth story, even though he had read many, writing 2000 words in over an hour was still too little.

The low word count and the quality of the content, judged from a reader's perspective by Tang Zhun, the old bookworm, were bland and lacked any appeal.

Such an opening could only be described as a failure.

"Whatever, I don't rely on the quality of the writing to attract readers. The key is the work-related content. I'll paste the combination of characters with Dao essence that I practiced over the past few days. As long as someone can feel something, I'll get feedback. If two people do, I'll get even more. That's enough."

"Making money still requires other methods!"

...

After reviewing the 2000-word opening several times, Tang Zhun found it increasingly dull and uninteresting, and he smiled bitterly again.

In this world, the website that unites the web novel community is called Qihang, meaning 'set sail,' symbolizing both dreams and wealth. For ordinary practitioners, such a name is quite meaningful.

Tang Zhun then began to register an account and author ID, following the process to publish and wait for approval. At the end of the first chapter, he also wrote a special line of text, which was one of the templates linking to the work-related Dao essence.

This template, whether in written form or as a photo or illustration, has an effect.

Just like a truly profound and long-lasting article, whether you read it from a web image, web text, or a physical copy, as long as you read the content and feel the Dao essence between the lines, you can gain strength.

The effect of this textbook-style template is similar.

"I don't expect to make money; I just want to get feedback from readers who can feel the Dao essence."

"The only problem now is, with such an ordinary opening and novel, how many readers can it attract? In the future world, only one in ten thousand geniuses can feel the Dao from a textbook-style template. If a book isn't popular, the number of readers will be limited."

...

During the review process, the work-related chapter couldn't be uploaded. Tang Zhun had his worries but couldn't do much about it. He had done all he could with the methods he knew to accumulate Dao essence, and now he could only wait.

Next, Tang Zhun continued to practice the Dao essence template.

A literature student relies on mechanical and rigid practice to simulate the Dao essence template as a foundation.

Even a super genius, when looking at a Dao essence template, can only trigger a special ability once. Afterward, there is a slight improvement in a certain ability, but looking at a second template will trigger new abilities and improvements.

Tang Zhun practiced the first textbook-style template for a week and needed to continue practicing more.

Time passed while he waited. A day later, the chapter was approved, and he was pleasantly surprised. He eagerly wrote the second and third chapters, spending three to four hours to write 4000 words. After uploading, he started practicing a new template.

After uploading the second and third chapters for a day, he tragically discovered that the new book had only accumulated ten clicks and eight recommendation votes.

"Wow, even if I look at it from a reader's perspective, the content of this book is old-fashioned and lacks novelty. The data can't be so low."

Ten clicks, compared to the millions or tens of millions of clicks that famous authors get, is a very small number. How many readers would such clicks attract to the work-related content?

But apart from complaining, he had no other choice.

Three days later, as Tang Zhun was practicing the second Dao essence template more deeply, he opened his author backend to upload a chapter and casually clicked on the book page. To his pleasant surprise, he found that his click count had broken through to 27, and he had received his first book review.

"【Evil God Dao】visited..."

"..."

Tang Zhun almost spat blood.

An ad?! The first book review after waiting for days was an ad?

Speechless, he closed the book page and began to consider whether he should continue writing and practicing the Dao essence template.

He currently had only a little over a thousand yuan, and next month's rent was 700 yuan because he lived in a high-rise apartment in a residential area.

If this continued, his survival would also become a problem.

In his previous life, he had worked in sales, real estate, the internet cafe industry, and as a salesperson, with a variety of jobs.

In this life, he had only completed five years of undergraduate studies in medicine and hadn't found a job yet.

"Tomorrow, I'll try the hospital. In my previous life, I did many jobs, but none of them were very useful. Rebirth doesn't change that. Still, graduating from a medical school and having medical skills is more reliable. No matter what, I'm considered a top student in this life. I interned and practiced in hospitals during my studies."

After much thought, he still decided to look for a job tomorrow.

As Tang Zhun was thinking, a phone ring suddenly sounded next to his computer. When he grabbed the phone, he was stunned.

Stunned for a few seconds, he still answered, "Dad."

Hearing this call, the other side paused for a moment before speaking in a very strange voice, "When are you coming home? Your Uncle Lin's family is waiting for you."

Tang Zhun remained silent for several seconds before calmly saying, "I don't want to get married there. I'm still young, only 23."

"Dragging? Nonsense. I've already talked it over with your Uncle Lin. We're getting engaged now, and we'll get married in November or during the Spring Festival. What are you doing? Going to the hospital? Did you read yourself silly? Do you really think you can be a doctor? What will I do after you become a doctor? What will your Uncle Lin do? You're all only children!"

Tang's father immediately became angry, getting more and more furious as he spoke.

Some things are quite strange. In his previous life, Tang Zhun's father was the owner of a small supermarket at the entrance of a residential area in a small county, always smiling. In this parallel world, he was a powerful vice mayor of a prefecture-level city.

In his previous life, Tang Zhun's father had also been a civil servant but resigned during the wave of entrepreneurship, made a fortune, and then went bankrupt within a few years, leaving him with a pile of debts. After paying off the debts, he became the owner of a small supermarket.

In this life, for some unknown reason, Tang Zhun's father didn't resign and gradually rose in the political ranks over the years.

This is truly a typical example of how a single choice can determine one's success or failure in life.

"I won't go back for now." Tang Zhun, feeling helpless, still spoke calmly, making his father even angrier. "Not coming back? You... Ha, I'm not belittling you, but what can you do without family support? Doctor? Without my help, you can't even get into a regular tertiary hospital, can you?"

His words were full of disdain for Tang Zhun's choice of the medical profession. However, Tang Zhun knew that in the eyes of a vice mayor or the head of a provincial department, ordinary doctors were truly insignificant.

But being suddenly scolded and having his professional path mercilessly belittled by his father, he was momentarily at a loss.

The man on the other end of the phone was still his father from his previous life, with a face that was 90% similar, the same background, and the same name. His attitude toward Tang Zhun? Vastly different. This was the first time since his rebirth that he had communicated with his family.

"Whether I can become a doctor or get into a tertiary hospital, I won't agree to the marriage."

After some thought, Tang Zhun still responded calmly. This father was still his father, and he couldn't be too defiant.

"Are you trying to kill me? Fine, from today on, don't expect a single cent from the family. Don't even think about borrowing anything from me..."

As he spoke, Tang's father became speechless. This kid, growing up, seemed to have never gotten any benefits from him.

"I won't say more. I'll leave it at that. Don't come crawling back in a few days." With a hint of disdain, Tang's father scolded.

Tang Zhun hung up the phone.

He knew that such rudeness would make his father furious, but he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't accept the other party's demands in the short term.

He was in a difficult situation with only a little over a thousand yuan. After graduation, his father had arranged a marriage for him, a political marriage between second generations. He had never met the girl and couldn't accept it, leading to a falling out.

When he found the money insufficient, he had never thought of seeking help from his family.

Now?

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