Reverend Half Insanity

Administrator Fang Yuan doesn't wait for a response. He brutally pulls Demonic Fang Yuan into the memories of Fang Zheng's life, forcing him to relive every moment with merciless intensity. Suddenly, everything changes around Demonic Fang Yuan as he begins to see the memory playing before him, as if he is reliving it himself.

A young boy is born. His mother and father are overjoyed, their faces glowing with pride and hope. The room is filled with laughter and warmth, the kind that only a newborn can bring. The boy's tiny fingers curl around his father's thumb, and for a moment, the world feels perfect.

From a very young age, the boy loves reading stories. He devours books, his imagination soaring with every page. His small hands clutch at the edges of fairy tales and myths, his eyes wide with wonder. Soon, he begins creating his own short stories, weaving tales that astonish everyone around him. His mother, father, brother, neighbors, and teachers—all are proud of him. The boy feels a deep sense of fulfillment, his heart swelling with the joy of creation. He is happy, truly happy, in a way that only a child can be.

As he grows, so does his hunger for stories. By the time he enters university, he has read countless classics, devoured poetry, philosophy, and the wisdom of the past. His mind is a cauldron of ideas, boiling over with ambition. Night after night, he sits hunched over his desk, the glow of his laptop the only light in the darkness. He does not just want to write—he wants to create something that will shake the world.

But the world does not care. His first novels are met with silence and indifference. He fails. Yet, failure does not break him—it hardens him. If the world will not recognize him, he will force it to.

And so, he carves out something new, something unique, something that has never been done before. He pours his soul into every word, every line, shaping a masterpiece from his relentless obsession. He spends sleepless nights planning, drafting, and revising. He draws inspiration from the great works he has read, determined to create something that will leave a lasting impact on readers. Years of struggle, sacrifice, and defiance culminate in his greatest creation:

Reverend Insanity.

It is unlike anything the world has seen before. The story is dark, unflinching, and revolutionary. It challenges traditional norms and captivates readers with its raw intensity.

Fame and fortune follow. He becomes a celebrated writer, his name whispered with reverence in literary circles. He marries, becomes a father, and for a time, life seems perfect. His wife's smile, his son's laughter—these are the moments he cherishes. He feels like he has finally achieved something, like he has carved out a place for himself in the world.

Success breeds envy.

Other writers, threatened by his rising star, conspire against him. They use their influence to pressure the government into banning Reverend Insanity. The ban comes at the peak of the novel's popularity, and the blow is devastating.

He fights. He begs, reasons, protests. He fights tirelessly to overturn the decision, but no matter how hard he struggles, the ban remains. His words fall on deaf ears. His efforts, futile. Despair seeps into his bones, crushing him under its weight. His greatest work is banned. He feels as if they have taken away his child and are torturing him unbearably.

His family tries to comfort him, but it doesn't work. The weight of the ban is too heavy to bear. He sits alone in his study, his laptop screen blank, his hands trembling. The world feels like it's closing in, suffocating him. He gasps for breath, yet there's no air. He cries—helpless, furious, devastated. It feels like a war. Not just against individuals, but against the whole world.

Months pass in his depression, and his savings dwindle. His son, now in kindergarten, needs a lot of money for his education. He has no choice. He has to abandon his greatest novel. It is a feeling as if you are allowing your own daughter to fall into the hands of kidnappers. This feeling is too hard to bear. But he must write again as his financial condition worsens because of the ban.

With desperation clawing at his soul, he pours everything into a new novel called Infinite Bloodcore. It carries a new philosophy, a different tone, lighter than Reverend Insanity, more hopeful. He believes in it as he has poured even more effort and all his experience into it.

But the backlash is immediate. His loyal fans—those who once praised him—turn against him. The readers are actually loyal to Fang Yuan and are unimpressed. They start comparing the new protagonist to Fang Yuan and find him lacking, calling him immature. The criticism is relentless.

He tries to defend his work, publishing long notes explaining his vision and the depth of the new character, saying that the new protagonist is very young and still learning. But the followers of Fang Yuan are merciless. They dissect his arguments, pointing out flaws and inconsistencies.

At the same time, his son is bullied at school because of his banned novel. And even in online social media and around him, rumors begin to circulate questioning his character, his morality. Words like he is just like his banned novel's protagonist, heartless, manipulative, start to spread. The pressure mounts from all sides. His novel struggles, sales plummet. Money runs out as the new novel isn't doing well due to the relentless and merciless comments and reviews from Fang Yuan's loyal fans.

He is now in a totally desperate and frustrated situation. No matter what he does, nothing goes as planned. It feels as if a very big community has targeted him from behind as they are afraid of him succeeding again. He can't continue his work on Infinite Bloodcore and is forced to abandon the novel.

He sits at his desk, staring at the unfinished manuscript, his hands clenched into fists. He cries silently in his room. The weight of failure is crushing. He cries, not knowing what to do next, totally frustrated, looking like a corpse. He tries to eat, but the food doesn't go through his throat, as if his throat is refusing to accept it. He tries to sleep but can't, as when he closes his eyes, he starts seeing horrible dreams about his future. Then, one day, it is too much.

He collapses.

He is totally weak, can't even talk properly. He is hospitalized, and it is even more frustrating and sorrowful for him as the hospital is devouring his last savings. And then, the final blow. The doctor declares that he has a fatal disease and cancer and will die within a few months, at best a year, if he's lucky.

He stares at the ceiling, unblinking. His body is broken, but his mind… his mind is hollow. There is nothing left. No dreams, no hope. Just an unbearable emptiness, stretching endlessly before him.