Super Spender Chapter 71 – You’re the One Being Bullied

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: You’re the One Being Bullied

Chapter 71: You’re the One I’m Picking On

When Finn Lewis finally stopped making donations, he glanced at his fan score beside him. After a moment of thought, he decided it was sufficient.

“Reward extravagantly, moved to tears, a man of your talent deserves this reward! I am Deity Tycoon and I am rewarding ‘The Ultimate Prodigal’ 100,000 gold coins. Come on, author! I still want to read more! Isn’t it one extra update for each donation, my dear ‘Alliance Chief’? I now already have 30 million fans, hurry up and update 300 chapters!”

As soon as Finn Lewis posted this, a multitude of spectators and thrilled readers immediately began commenting. “Author, hurry up and update 300 chapters!”

“Update 300 chapters +1!”

“Update quickly!”

“We kneel before you. This is the greatest demand for updates we’ve ever seen!” “Haha, this works better than anything else! Please update! ”

“Author, it’s time to show your integrity! If you want to preserve your integrity, then hurry up and update! Haha, I don’t know why, but even though I know the author is definitely going to lose his integrity, why am I so happy?

“Happy +1” “Happy +2”

“Here comes the author!”

“Reward extravagantly, moved to tears, a man of your talent deserves this reward! I, the Poor Dude, am rewarding ‘The Ultimate Prodigal’ 100,000 gold coins. Haha, no doubt. Deity Tycoon, I’m also here to join in the fun!”

“Reward extravagantly, moved to tears, a man of your talent deserves this reward! I, Monk Tang, am rewarding ‘The Ultimate Prodigal’ 100,000 gold coins. Haha, I’ve come too!”

“Reward extravagantly, moved to tears, a man of your talent deserves this reward! I, Ins Knight, am rewarding ‘The Ultimate Prodigal’ 100,000 gold coins. Even though it’s impossible to donate like 30 million fans, asking the author to update an extra chapter is still within reason!!”

“Reward extravagantly, moved to tears, a man of your talent deserves this reward! Looking Over My Shoulder am rewarding ‘The Ultimate Prodigal’ 100,000 gold coins. No doubt, our mission is to make the author lose his integrity! ”

This caused quite a stir, as not only did Deity Tycoon boastfully donate his 30 million fans, but other readers also joined the fun, with at least dozens of them stepping up as ‘Alliance Chiefs’. No one would’ve guessed that there’d be so many tycoons among the readers!

Finn Lewis laughed when he saw the other jesting donors. The author would surely start crying now.

The review section was in chaos, and the author’s group chat was no different.

All the novelist authors also read novels in their spare time, so ‘The Ultimate Prodigal’ was no exception. One of the authors who was reading it burst into laughter as he looked at the situation.

He quickly opened the authors’ group chat and shouted excitedly: “Look, look, Creation has a new tycoon, no, it’s Deity Tycoon, he has already donated 30 million fan value to Windbreak’s book in such a short time! My god, even the other readers have started to donate!”

“My god! Is this for real? Damn, why aren’t there any tycoons donating to my book?”

‘Go see the fun, how delightful!”

“Damn, Windbreak is definitely on the path to become a God!”

“Where’s Windbreak? Someone @ him out here quickly!”

Nolan Windham was just inside his private ‘black room’, typing away, aiming for 8,000 words. He wouldn’t be able to come out until he had finished.

Flying Bird, pinging like crazy, but there was nothing he could do about it while in his ‘black room’. He decided to turn off the notification sounds and focus on his writing.

About half an hour later, Nolan finished his typing and finally emerged from his ‘black room’. As soon as he got out, he noticed a flurry of notifications on his Flying Bird app – some private chats, but mostly messages from various group chats. However, he had muted these chat notifications. With so many reader and author groups he belonged to, if he didn’t mute them, he wouldn’t be able to do anything else.

He opened a private message from another author of his author-group. “Haha, Windbreak, get your ass over here! Lots of fun waiting for you!”

Upon seeing this message, Windbreak was taken aback and hurriedly scrolled through the rest of his messages.

“Haha, Windbreak, you bastard, go check out your book’s comments section.” In his author group, lots of people were @ him as well.

“What the hell!” Upon seeing this, he couldn’t help but swear. What on earth was happening? Why were so many people @ him? What was happening in his book’s comments section? He anxiously opened his published book and his jaw dropped upon seeing the comments section!

“Holy shit!” In surprise, Nolan cussed out loud. The comments were flooded with red colored reward notifications! That’s all money! He thought of his hard life as an author, how his monthly payment barely covered his basic needs, and how he had to start his day early to write and end it late into the night. Most of his time was spent with his computer. Despite his book doing fairly well, he was living life on the edge.

He never imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that he would receive the kind of treatment that he had envied in well-established authors.

Before he could fully process the joy, he zeroed in on his own pinned post made by a ruthless moderator and was stunned!

It took him a moment to snap back to reality and then he felt like crying! This was crazy! He had only casually mentioned that if someone gave him a tip, he’d post an extra chapter, but he never expected things to turn this way! How was he supposed to keep up with the demand now? He could probably muster an extra chapter or two if someone tipped a donation.

You, on the other hand, have tipped a staggering 30 million! This is unfair! Nolan was on the verge of tears. 300 chapters! How was he supposed to meet that demand? Each day, he managed to save up a bit of draft, which never amounted to more than ten or so chapters. This sudden demand has swept away everything he had saved up!

Looking at the demand for more updates and the whopping 30 million reward, how could he possibly not oblige? The comments section was overwhelmingly in favor of this, jestingly calling it a war for their morals! His morals were certainly gone with the wind. Especially when he saw the comment by his relentless co-moderator, he was speechless. With a resigned sigh, he went to his author page and published all the saved draft chapters he had.

Looking at the drafts he was about to publish, he felt conflicted and said, “Dear drafts, I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want you, but I’m left with no choice.”

With a heavy heart, he clicked publish on everything. Seeing his treasure trove of drafts now empty made him wince. He was planning to save up tens of chapters and publish three a day. If nothing else cropped up, he would’ve had time to go on dates. All hopes had now vanished into thin air!

This was a path leading to eternal solitude!

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And he guessed he was going to bleed from typing so much today.

After publishing, he opened his author group to see, yet again, everyone teasing him. Disheartened, Nolan spoke up, “Guys, can you all just stop it? I’m on the verge of crying here.”

“Haha, serves you right for promising an extra chapter with every big donation! Now you’re regretting it, huh? Haha, but look on the bright side that’s a 30 million gold coin reward. That’s hundreds of thousands of Flame Nation coins! You must be laughing all the way to the bank!” “Well, if you don’t want it, direct it to us. We’d all welcome it!”

“Alright, I’m done talking to you lot. You’re no better than animals. Even if I work my ass off and release 6 chapters every day, it’ll take me a hundred days to deliver 300 chapters!”

“Heh, you better buckle up, kiddo. As they say, “it’s the Deity Tycoon’s world, and we just live in it”. I assure you, if you’d promised 10 extra chapters with each donation, you’d be in a lot more trouble. You’re stuck now, just accept it.. Be ready to let go of your cherished mora—ah, restraint!”