1.Awakener

On December 23, 774 of the Wain Calendar, Tuesday, in the slums, it had just snowed during the night. But as dawn approached and the temperature warmed slightly, the thin layer of snow on the ground quickly melted, turning into patches of black slush under the feet of passersby. This made the narrow paths between the dilapidated houses even muddier and bumpier.

"Brother, you said we've never enjoyed warmth, so why should we bear the cost of not even being able to see the clear sky alongside the rich?"

In the vast expanse of crowded and shabby houses, there was one that was the most inconspicuous.

Inside that room, two young men with black hair and blue eyes were wrapped in tattered coats, gnawing on black bread while casting complex glances at the overcast sky outside the window.

It was the coldest time of the year, and the rich people living in the city's most prosperous areas all had fireplaces in their homes burning coal for warmth. As a result, the large amounts of smoke produced from the burning coal inevitably obscured the sky.

Those like them, who lived in the slums and could barely afford the rent for their small and dilapidated house, naturally had to rely on "endurance" to get through the winter.

"That's just the way the world is." Lynn looked at his indignant younger brother, Matt, with a calm expression, broke his bread in half, and handed it to him. "Eat more." "No, bro." Matt leaned back and didn't take Lynn's bread. "I'm a cripple, I can't eat that much." Lynn patted his numb legs and put the bread on Matt's plate. In fact, the reason for doing so was not only because of his disability. This food, a mixture of wheat, bran, and sawdust, had many advantages, such as low price, hunger resistance, and long shelf life. It was not without obvious disadvantages—extremely unpalatable. He still hasn't gotten used to it and is only willing to eat a small portion to sustain his basic needs. "...Bro, I will try my best to make money, take you to the best hospital in the capital, and find the best doctor to heal your legs." Matt stared at the bread on his plate and said in a deep voice after holding back for a long time. Lynn smiled slightly and said, "Okay," but in fact, his heart did not fluctuate at all. His younger brother, Matt, was just a chimney cleaner in a wealthy area, with a meager monthly salary of 300 copper coins. It would be difficult to even afford a place for the two of them to live here, let alone starve to death, and it was already stretched thin. It was completely impossible to save up enough money for the fare to the capital and the cost of treatment at the best hospital. After eating the half of the black bread that Lynn had given him, Matt stood up. "Bro, I'm going to work." "Be careful, especially now that it's snowing. The roof must be very slippery." Thinking of the high or low roofs that needed to be climbed to clean the chimneys, Lynn gave a special enjoin. "Don't worry." "Wait a minute." Lynn suddenly called out to Matt, who was walking towards the door. "Buy a pen and a bottle of ink on your way back, and some Manuscript paper as well." "Pen, Manuscript paper? What do you want these for?" Matt looked at his brother, who hadn't read many books and probably couldn't even recognize all the characters, with doubt. "Do some small business? It's so cold, you'd better not go out. Besides, almost no one in the slums uses these things." Lynn didn't reveal the specific reason. "You'll know when the time comes." "Okay…" Matt tried his best to satisfy Lynn's request. "Then I'll go first." "Mhm." "Bang."

Matt opened and closed the door in an instant, bringing in a gust of cold air that made Lynn shiver. After wrapping his coat tightly again, he pushed the wheels of his wheelchair by himself and moved to the other corner of the narrow house. This room was about seven or eight square meters. On one side, there was a bunk bed for the two brothers to rest on. On the other side, there was a shabby old table and cabinet with some worthless odds and ends on it. These few pieces of furniture alone took up half of the room, leaving only enough space for Lynn to move around in his wheelchair. He came to the table and reached out to put the

small mirror on it. He looked at the unfamiliar face reflected in the mirror and the two columns of data that appeared on his body with an expressionless face. That's right, the strange thing was not only that he had inexplicably transmigrated to this other world three days ago, where the level of science and culture was only about the same as that of the Earth in the nineteenth century. He also gained the special ability to see the depravity displayed on other people and himself. At first, he thought that this data was a normal phenomenon in this world, but soon, through indirect questioning, he confirmed that his younger brother Matt could not see these things, and that others only had the depravity data, and did not have the 'Awakener' label. Lynn was very curious about the data that only he could see and the 'Awakener' status that only appeared on him, and he made some preliminary analysis and guess. However, that was all. A young man with crippled legs and a poor family background should first consider how to survive in this world. For example, leaving this dirty place with no toilets, trash cans, or sewage pipes, where it was impossible to keep warm, and where drunk neighbors would always stagger back from the tavern in the wee hours of the morning, such a horrible place where it was impossible to keep warm, and where drunk neighbors would always stagger back from the tavern in the wee hours of the morning, making a racket and acting crazy. For example, like Matt said, go to the best hospital and find the best doctor to heal his legs, and at the very least become a healthy normal person. But with crippled legs and unable to even walk, how could he earn money to get out of the slums? The previous owner of this body had tried many times. This era was degenerate, bizarre, and crazy. There was a trend of watching 'freaks', and the weirder the 'freaks' were, the more popular they were.

Countless disabled people with bizarre appearances were hired by circus owners and showrunners, and like animals, they were put on display for the curious public. The original body also tried to win the appreciation of the owners and managers, but unfortunately, his disability was not uncommon and could not bring a sense of freshness to the audience. He was pitifully miserable, but not pitifully miserable enough. He could only live in darkness and pain in this absurd and ridiculous world. As a Mystery writer who had done quite well on Earth in the 21st century, Lynn was capable and intelligent. Naturally, he would not follow the old path of the original body and rely on begging others to change the status quo by giving him an odd job that could subsidize his family's expenses. He learned from local newspapers and the memories of the original body that the newspaper industry in this Another world was undergoing a major leap forward, with newspapers beginning to shift from a niche to a mass audience, and from an aristocratic to a plebification orientation. Then the future is completely predictable. As the audience for newspapers grows, the price will drop. As prices fall, the market will expand further, until the revenue from newspaper sales alone begins to decline and advertising revenue soars, becoming the absolute majority.

Those who publish serialized novels in newspapers will also earn more as the newspaper industry booms.

As a novelist, he has countless classic detective novels on Earth in his mind, which is equivalent to a considerable amount of realizable wealth.

Although writing novels in this world is not yet a very profitable business, the readers are only beginning to spread from the upper class, and the development of the industry is still a long way from his prediction.

But there's a simple truth.

The first one to arrive gets the spoils.

Those who get to the cake first will always be able to Latercomers will be more relaxed.

If he can make a name for himself with stable and high-quality creations and gather a stable audience, then he can seize the opportunity of the booming newspaper industry, live a decent life, and achieve the initial class leap in this world without much difficulty.

Later on, with money and a good foundation, he will be able to do whatever he wants with ease.

It is precisely based on this that Lynn, who has basically adapted to life here, asked his brother to buy pens, ink, and writing paper when he comes back from work, so as to help him take the first step to change the current situation as soon as possible.

However, although he has a clear idea of what the first book should be about to make it more popular, he hasn't come up with a good plan for the second step, which is to find a suitable newspaper office from the backward and isolated slum area and submit his manuscript successfully.

It's important to understand that in this world, it's not just about writing a good novel for a disabled person from the bottom of the slum area to be recognized by newspaper editors and occupy a place in the newspaper.