In other games, Xia Che might have given it a try.
Night raids and morning greetings upon waking are indispensable parts of many excellent SLG games.
But now...
"Although this is a game, it's not something to be taken lightly."
This is crucial for whether she can survive in reality!
Xia Che continued to play the game, controlling the little Xia Che inside to interact with various objects in the house.
Washing up, boiling water, making tea, mopping the floor...
Generally, actions with larger movements could be directly interacted with, but delicate actions like folding a piece of paper into a paper crane were not possible.
Those trivial matters, on the other hand, could be automatically handled by the game system.
Xia Che checked the existing game system again.
"There's an extra quest?"
【Daily Quest: Pat Xu Yiran's head once, lasting at least 30 seconds】
【Reward: Gold +100, Game Points +10】
It was a meager reward, but it could significantly improve her gaming experience!
Xia Che also discovered that the three hundred yuan rewarded in the game last night had also arrived in her bank account.
"1147 yuan..."
Xia Che looked at her total assets and felt a headache.
Previously, knowing that she was incurable and could only wait for death, she thought of never mistreating herself, buying whatever she wanted.
As a semi-professional novelist, she even collected seven co-branded keyboards at once, thinking that if she died, these keyboards would be buried with her.
"I Write Novels in the Underworld" was serialized with great fanfare!
But now.
Her father disappeared, leaving behind three million in gambling debts, and even with the doors and windows locked, debt collectors still came knocking.
The 119-square-meter apartment she lived in had a monthly mortgage of 2500 yuan, and it would be paid off in another 3 years.
Furthermore, although she had given up hospital treatment, she couldn't stop taking medicine every day, which cost another 2000 yuan a month.
Then there were utilities, property management, food, and daily necessities.
Now, she had hope of living again, and these issues she had given up on thinking about were once again placed before her.
She frowned, tapping her fingertips on the armrest of the sofa, "Is there any quick way to make money?"
I have a magical girlfriend software, am I still going to be ordinary?
Xia Che glanced at her phone and suddenly thought of a method.
【Do you want to switch bodies? Remaining time for the day: 3 hours】
【Yes / No】
With the charm of her other body, if...
Those who know, know; making money quickly should be very simple.
However, this thought only flashed through Xia Che's mind, and she put down her phone again.
It was one thing to turn into a girl in the game; that was beyond her control.
But in reality, even if she could transform, as a big man, why would she transform?
Even if that body had more vitality, it would be self-degradation!
"In reality, I am me. Why should I borrow someone else's body?"
Xia Che held her ground, opened her phone again, and tremblingly clicked into a soft, red app.
She opened a book and entered the comment section.
"It hasn't been updated in half a month, has it? Dead eunuch, you tricked us into subscribing when it went on sale and then ran off. I'll f*ck your mother!"
"When it went on sale, I even became an Alliance Leader to celebrate the extra updates. The clown was me all along (sweating emoji)."
"Dead eunuch, I curse your little brother to disappear, never to rise again in this life!"
"Please don't curse the author. Curse me instead. Author, I'm on my knees for you. Please update quickly. If you don't update, I'll hang myself at your doorstep (crying)."
Xia Che scrolled through her comment section, and forty to fifty messages were all cursing her, which made her feel a little ashamed.
She started trying to write books in high school, and formally began studying in college. Perhaps due to her talent, after quickly earning her first pot of gold, writing web novels became her main occupation during college.
She wrote over six thousand characters a day, and her manuscript fees were just enough to earn over ten thousand yuan a month.
When her ALS was not yet severe, life was quite comfortable.
But ever since she had to start taking medicine, even ten thousand yuan was barely enough to cover her expenses.
Half a month ago, her new book had just gone on sale, but she had to stop updating due to her illness.
After treatment, she felt there was nothing to look forward to in life, and finally chose to become a eunuch (abandon the novel).
She didn't announce that she had a terminal illness and was dying because she felt she would still be cursed even if she did.
One thing led to another, and here she was now.
Xia Che rubbed her throbbing temples, "Even if I start a new book, it will take at least one or two months to make money, and the manuscript fees won't arrive until the third month."
By then, she would have already died.
There was no other way.
Xia Che opened a friend with the ID "Shui Yu" and sent a message, "Boss, do you still need custom writing?"
Being a ghostwriter for a short term, as long as she worked hard, she could get paid daily.
Soon, Shui Yu replied, "Xia San Shui, so you're not dead yet?"
Xia San Shui was her pen name.
Xia Che replied, "Boss, you know me. I was in the hospital for half a month this time, otherwise, I wouldn't have abandoned the novel."
Shui Yu: "You're so delicate-looking, and you have long hair, just like a girl. I told you to wear white stockings, leather shoes, and a short skirt, and I'd support you, but you refused."
Xia Che was silent for a moment, "Boss, I don't fence."
Shui Yu: "As if I want to fence with you. Still, what I mentioned last time, 30 yuan per thousand characters, is that okay?"
Xia Che: "No problem, no problem! Still writing about overbearing CEOs? I've got a new idea, 'The Overbearing CEO Falls in Love with Menopausal Me,' what do you think?"
Shui Yu: "Crazy."
Shui Yu: "Write a brainless, feel-good story with a strong female lead. The protagonist is single, rises from humble beginnings, and then I want her to slap an overbearing CEO in the face every ten chapters, stepping on them fiercely!"
Xia Che: "Got it, Boss!"
Looking at the request, Xia Che breathed a sigh of relief.
Being a ghostwriter didn't pay much, but it was stable. As long as she could keep the boss happy, she could continue to earn this easy money.
In today's society, powerful families abound, and overbearing CEOs and young masters are truly everywhere. Influenced by reality, in the web novel market, urban novels with anti-trope face-slapping or brutal killing of villainous overbearing CEOs have quite a large audience.
However, Xia Che also knew that her boss just had a temporary whim to read this type of novel.
The next second, Shui Yu sent another message, asking, "By the way, if you pick up that book you put on sale, apologize properly, and write slowly, you might still have a chance, why are you in such urgent need of money?"
Xia Che didn't hide it, "I need money for medical expenses."
The message paused for ten seconds.
Shui Yu: "Forget it, seeing your skill is constantly improving, I'll raise it to 50 yuan per thousand characters. But I often have new ideas in the middle, okay!"
Xia Che: "Thank you, Boss!"
Fifty yuan per thousand characters, in the increasingly competitive web novel market, countless struggling authors would flock to this price.
As long as she wrote ten thousand characters a day, that would be 500 yuan a day!
Of course, there was one prerequisite: her body needed to be able to sustain such high-intensity writing every day.
Xia Che balled her hand into a fist, flexing her arm to feel her strength, "If there are more tasks later and my physique increases by 1 point, it might actually work."
Yes, she could feel that the previous +1 point in physique was not only added to that female body.