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December 30th, 2009.
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Tring–! Tring–!
The sound of his phone alarm sliced through the silence.
Regal's eyes flickered open, barely registering the alarm as he turned his gaze toward the desk, where his phone lay.
His blurry focus shifted to the clock on the wall.
Of course, it was only....4 in the morning.
Nonetheless, his hand reached out to the table and silenced the alarm with a deliberate tap, the sound cutting off mid-ring.
"...why am I continuing to wake up at this hour?"
For a mont, his mind wandered.
He saw a younger version of himself, a boy hunched over a desk in the predawn hours, scribbling stories in a notebook before the grind of part-ti jobs swallowed his day whole.
That boy had dread big, fueled by caffeine and hope.
The mory was fleeting, fading as quickly as it had co, leaving behind a new thought.
Acting on impulse, Regal grabbed his phone and fired off a quick ssage to his employer.
It was brief and direct - he wouldn't make it in today.
That made two days in a row.
Yesterday, he had skipped work for sothing that felt like a long shot, a eting with his so-called 'editor'.
What he thought would lead to a predictable string of rejections had snowballed into sothing much larger - an impromptu conversation with the CEO of the publishing house.
And now, here he was.
Late last night, he got a text from the company.
Short, to the point - they liked the book and wanted to et again.
Today.
They hadn't explicitly said anything concrete, but Regal had a gut feeling.
Unless so catastrophic disagreent about the contract blindsided him, this was it. Things will move forward.
From the start, he hadn't been chasing fa or sothing extravagant with his writing career.
He wanted just enough recognition to carve out his space, maybe a few million to fund his first big project.
It wasn't unreasonable... right?
When that happened, he knew life would get hectic. So -
"...Maybe it's ti to quit." He whispered.
He was referring to the part-ti job that had kept him afloat all these days, the one that helped pay for groceries, rent, and the occasional splurge when he dared.
His employer had been kind, even understanding during his tougher days.
But now, things are changing. If he was going to leave, he owed them at least one thing - respect.
A proper resignation, delivered in person.
"But first, I need to stretch." Regal let out a sigh, stretching his arms above his head. "My body feels like it's been through a blender."
He didn't waste ti. After a quick wash, he changed into sothing comfortable, and he was out the door.
His room, tucked away on the fifth floor, gave him peace and quiet, but the lack of an elevator made his trek down the stairs an unpleasant routine.
Today, it felt even worse than usual.
Stepping outside, he caught a breath of fresh air.
The kind that felt sharp and cold. It was early enough that the streets were mostly deserted, save for the distant hum of traffic.
The park wasn't far, and the morning air cleared his head a little.
As he reached the park, he slowed to a walk.
The path ahead was empty, save for a few joggers that looked like athletes.
Regal noticed a bench nearby and decided to sit for a mont, taking in the calm around him.
He closed his eyes and smoothed his rough breathing of chest, letting the cool breeze ss with his hair.
It was almost peaceful.
But the thoughts crept in again.
The next step.
What ca after all this?
The eting ti is set today... for [10:30] today at the sa office.
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After the quick jog, Regal returned to his apartnt.
He headed straight to his room, pulled off his damp shirt, and tossed it onto a chair before stepping into the shower.
Minutes later, feeling a little less like a sweaty ss, Regal erged, hair damp and clothes far more comfortable.
A slice of dry bread, so jam, and a half-hearted attempt at breakfast.
He plopped into the creaky desk chair, chewing absentmindedly as he powered up his old computer.
The desk around him was a quiet ss, scattered notes, a capless pen teetering on the edge, and a cup stained with old coffee rings told the story of countless late nights.
Regal pulled the keyboard closer, chewing another bite of bread, eyes on the screen.
Lately, Regal had been scouring the [Bulletin Board] for a solid side hustle to earn so much-needed EPs.
Ever since wrapping up the final draft of＜Harry Potter＞, and even before that, it had beco a habit of checking the system [Bulletin Board] every now and then, hoping sothing worthwhile would pop up.
And, well... a few things had.
So of them were outright insane.
Take the＜Avatar＞script, for example.
Yeah, that Jas Caron magnum opus project.
Regal had stared at it longer than he cared to admit, his hand hovering dangerously close to the [Pin] button.
The thought of directing sothing so iconic made his heart race.
But deep down, he knew better.
Making＜Avatar＞his debut project?
That wasn't just ambitious, it was suicidal.
The funding alone would be astronomical.
Money he didn't have and wouldn't have anyti soon.
Could it be his second project?
A pipe dream, at best.
He hadn't even locked in his first project yet, so tying up his one and only [Pin] on sothing so uncertain was out of the question.
With a heavy heart and a sharp pang of regret, he let it go.
Instead, Regal turned to sothing more practical - the [Web Novel] section.
It was the only thing remotely within reach of his ager 68K leftover EPs.
He needed sothing low-risk and high-yield to tide him over.
After all, it would be at least a month before his book hit the shelves and started generating inco.
According to the system, EP ca from one thing - entertaining people.
So the plan was simple: find a decent web novel, pour his efforts into it, and earn.
After so digging, Regal landed on two masterclasses ever written in this form. And unlike＜Avatar＞, he doesn't have to holdback here.
The first,＜Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint＞, is about a man who becos the only person aware of a world that shifts into a ga-like reality, using his knowledge to survive and navigate the dangerous new world.
The second,＜Solo Leveling＞, tells the story of the weakest hunter who gains the ability to level up alone, growing stronger with each challenge he faces in a world full of monsters and dungeons.
One is [Rank: S], while the other is [Rank: A].
This happened right after he applied for the copyrights for＜Harry Potter＞, exactly twenty one days ago.
Within a week, Regal had churned out three entire volus for each story.
Seventy-five Chapters per each volu.
It was an insane output.
Once he deed the content sufficient, he started uploading.
He hit every major WebNovel platform he could find, leaving no stone unturned.
Top five platforms? Check.
He wanted maximum reach, even if it ant so readers might find it annoying seeing the sa book on multiple sites.
He didn't care.
The response? Explosive.
It didn't surprise him.
Regal was a seasoned WebNovel writer in his past life.
He knew exactly what hooked readers - consistency.
Readers preferred to follow a story that updated frequently rather than waiting endlessly for sporadic brilliance.
Three Chapters a day, uploaded in the morning.
Each one is over 1,800 words.
It was a monuntal output.
And he didn't lock the Chapters either.
Regal wasn't about to limit his audience.
EP, the system currency, was earned by entertaining people.
Locking content might generate a quick buck, but exposure was the real goldmine.
Pirate sites would steal and upload the Chapters anyway. Fighting that battle was pointless.
So he leaned into it, letting the stories spread as far and wide as possible.
Readers noticed.
Fans poured in day after day, their numbers growing with every upload.
So readers were so invested they offered to donate money, eager to support him. Regal didn't hesitate, he quickly set up a Ko-fi account, streamlining the process.
Before long, both novels dominated the top charts across multiple platforms, despite only having fifty Chapters released.
Regal's reputation exploded.
Website owners even reached out with exclusive deal offers, eager to monopolize his content.
He turned them down without hesitation.
So yeah, his consistency, volu, and quality were winning him an ever-growing audience.
Just minutes ago, he had uploaded today's quota of Chapters.
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[To be continued...]
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