After The Web Novel Great God Transmigrated As A Scummy Online Dating Top - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“Green Dog Literature” wasn’t actually named Green Dog. Its official name was Wilderness Literature, intended to evoke nature, resilience, and inclusivity. However, because its mascot was a cartoon dog wearing a green beret and green overalls, and because its servers were notoriously “dog-tier” (unreliable), the nickname “Green Dog” stuck.

Despite the constant complaining, users were genuinely loyal. In an era where web novels were often mass-produced by commercial “studios” using copy-paste templates, Green Dog remained a sanctuary for independent creators, strictly banning “click-farming” bots and studio-run accounts.

To keep the platform vibrant, Green Dog featured a unique “Nature List” for uncontracted newcomers. Within the first twenty-four hours of posting, a story would appear in a tiny corner of the homepage. Readers called this the “Trawl Pool.” If a reader “trawled” a hidden gem that eventually became a legendary hit, they would brag about it on the forums for years.

Xiao Zeng was one such “trawler.” After a long day of work, she lay in bed, scouring the pool for new talent. She preferred scrolling from the bottom of the rankings upward, enjoying the thrill of finding a diamond in the rough.

But when she reached the top ten, the comment sections took a weird turn.

Underwear Flying Free: Great writing, OP. You’ll definitely get contracted. But since a “Great God” (famous author) just opened a side account in your batch, I suggest you pad your word count and avoid competing on the same list~

Rainy Night Mad Dance: A bit disappointed. I thought this would be a “Clash of the Titans,” but the writing is a bit immature. Keep going, OP.

Xiao Zeng frowned. These comments—excessively praising some “God” on a side account—smelled like paid shills. By the time she reached the second-ranked story, The Arcane Case Files, she let out a skeptical snort.

The data looked incredibly fake:

• Chapter 1 Clicks: 2,318

• Chapter 2 Clicks: 2,600+ An impossible increase

• Chapter 3 Clicks: Exactly the same as Chapter 2.

• Collections (Bookmarks): 2,000+

In Green Dog’s world, a 100% click-to-collection ratio was unheard of. Usually, readers only bookmarked stories they planned to pay for later. Even more suspicious was the comment count—nearly a thousand comments for only three chapters.

“Definitely a bot-farmed scam,” Xiao Zeng muttered. She almost skipped it, but curiosity won out. She wanted to see how “Godly” this person actually was.

Five minutes later, she reached the end of the third chapter. The system’s “Author has only updated this much!” prompt appeared. Xiao Zeng blinked.

Ten minutes later, she read the second chapter again, realizing the prose was packed with intricate, subtle clues.

Fifteen minutes later, Xiao Zeng flipped over on her bed and typed furiously:

Zeng-Ya-Ge-Zeng: AHHHHH!!!! Why did I find this so early?! Author-sama, please update faster!!!

She didn’t care if it was a “God” or a “scammer”—she was now a willing, unpaid shill for this story.

After obsessing over the 10,000-word “pit” for half an hour, she reluctantly exited and clicked on the story ranked #1—the supposed “Great God.”

Half a minute later, she was back in the comment section, but this time, she was part of the angry mob.

Zeng-Ya-Ge-Zeng: What is this trash?! So you’re the one whose shills were polluting the other comment sections! With this level of writing, how do you have the face to sit above the #2 spot?!

Usually, readers ignored mediocre stories, but the contrast was too sharp. The second-place story had master-level logic and polished prose, making the first-place story look like an amateur mess.

…

The Recording Session

Lin Muxue, naturally, had no idea that her “new” story had just accidentally crushed a professional scammer’s marketing campaign. She was too busy wrestling with the “Strict Beauty Master.”

Determined not to delay the production, she recorded several versions of the dry lines. At exactly 7:00 PM, she sent them to Choco A-chan.

Mu Qianshan: Apologies for the delay. I’ve attached a few versions; listen and see which fits best. If none work, please give me detailed feedback. I’m still getting used to this.

Choco A-chan immediately pulled the files into her professional playback software. Her teammates gathered around, their expectations low—they just hoped it wouldn’t be “greasy.”

Click. Play.

After a few seconds of silence, a voice—stern, rigid, and ice-cold—rang out: “At this moment, you should call me the Elder of Discipline. Within the Hall of Atonement, there are no masters or disciples—only those who have defied the sect’s laws…”

“Hiss—” a teammate gasped.

Choco A-chan’s eyes lit up. She closed them and let the voice build a world in her mind: A woman in teal robes, beautiful yet terrifying, with a red mark between her brows. Steady, solemn, and unshakeable.

The audio was short, reaching the final line of the scene: The Master, mortally wounded, let out a faint “Mm.” Her voice was weak, the life draining out of her, but the tone remained as steady as ever: “At this moment… you should… call me Master.”

The audio ended. The small studio fell silent before erupting.

“Is that really Mu Qianshan? Did she hire a pro to ghost-record this?” “The timbre is definitely hers, but the acting…” “There’s so much emotion. She actually put in the work this time!”

Choco A-chan was ecstatic. They listened to the other versions—one with more overt emotion, one with specific character “habits” from the book. They eventually chose the fourth version.

Later, Choco A-chan messaged Lin Muxue in a quiet corner.

Producer-Choco A-chan: !!! You were amazing! We picked the fourth one. I’m transferring the final payment to you right now!

Lin Muxue, who had just returned from dinner, saw the notification. 1,000 Yuan added to your balance.

She looked at the clock. Including the “cramming” and the recording, she had spent less than an hour of actual work.

Lin Muxue: “…”

Let me rephrase, she thought. This side gig is actually excellent.