The title of the book was the straightforward ’End of the World Against Aliens’.

The story would ideally give people an overview of the disasters, the cause and effect, and most importantly, familiarize them with the main threat: the aliens, but in a way that people would willingly absorb and remember.

Naia had thought about this a lot, especially after her ad—which she spent millions on—did not work out.

Obviously, if she just posted it on a forum or newspaper, it still would be ignored. This was the age of social media, after all. If the social media path was already blocked, other channels probably were as well.

At best, she’d probably send another wave of emails to government officials, but using the phones she got from loan sharks.

To be safe, she would send it out when she was out of the village.

Then, he heard Linlin and Hans talk about webnovels while they were having a meal. They looked quite engrossed and invested, even if some stories seemed to have excessively similar plots.

Linlin was also writing a few, and it seemed like she had begun to earn a little. The money wasn’t much, even less than what she’d earn if she had a part-time job, but she had control of her time and didn’t need to commute. If she were inspired, she could also do a day’s work within a few hours.

Naia, who had been into dramas the past few days, had not yet tried this medium at the time. When she opened a few popular ones, after dropping a few she didn’t like, she got engrossed.

Further, unlike shows where the time was fixed, reading depended on reading speed, time, and mood. Naia’s reading speed was, in the young people’s terms nowadays, monstrous.

After Naia mentioned what she needed to be written, the trio went into a deep brainstorming session that lasted hours, with Grandma putting plates of snacks on the table every so often. They had to set this today because the two had school the next day.

As for why she didn’t push for them to take leave, their final exam was in a few weeks. It felt too burdensome to ask them to do so when they couldn’t do much anyway.

When they began, Linlin already had several ideas in mind. They simply expanded them, added details, and determined the pros and cons, considering they’d put a lot of information dumps.

The forerunner was that the female lead was a regressor, coming back a few years from the past. She was killed at the beginning of the alien’s awakening, and she regressed just before the apocalypse started.

Naia didn’t micromanage the story. She simply had a few requirements that Linlin had to put in, and as accurately as possible. For example, she would include the sequences of events, how dangerous they could get, and how the ’female lead’ prepared for each one.

There was also a nice disclaimer at the start [The events mentioned may vary per area and time.]

This way, no one would blame them if the exact events didn’t happen—primarily because each region could experience different disasters—while at the same time hinting that they could happen.

...

While Linlin was writing the first Chapters, occasionally asking questions, Naia was also skimming through some popular ones. Some made her scoff.

"The disaster is 70 Degree celsius global average?" she muttered, referring to a random extreme heat apocalypse novel she picked up. "Even fifty would kill the entire ecology, right? Seventy will make the planet completely uninhabitable. No matter how people evolve and gain powers or anything. Humans, or aliens, probably wouldn’t survive at fifty."

"Eh? Really? Aren’t desert areas getting fifty now?"

"Yes, but that’s just in isolated areas and not the entire day. The global average, even if there are areas with 50, shouldn’t be more than 30.

"Besides, there’s such a thing as wet-bulb temperature. In many areas, it would be humid. In those conditions, temperatures could be deadlier compared to the arid deserts."

Sweat was the body’s way to cool down. If the air around is humid and hot, then people would not be able to cool down.

Fortunately, Naia soon understood that the charm of these stories was not in its realism. Otherwise, Linlin’s job would’ve been 100x more difficult.

"Well, you’re the expert," Naia shrugged after Linlin explained things to her. "As long as the main points are included, it’s your free rein."

To be fair, that girl really had talent, and she typed quite fast. The typing speed was something natural to this generation, but the continuity of ideas and their execution would depend on Linlin’s talent.

For people to remember these ’lessons’ they placed in the story, the stories must also be emotionally touching. Linlin managed to do this quite well.

By the end of the day, Linlin managed to outline a few Chapters which she’d expand and check at a later date. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Their plot was as follows: A young woman with a wood ability navigated through the various changes of the world with smarts, resourcefulness, and bravery.

She would meet a small team comprised of a hodgepodge of personalities, each one interesting and with their own stories to tell.

There were naturally details and characterizations involved, so the Chapters would be long, but by the time the estimated time of the Fall arrived, they should’ve already published the Chapters, including the content with aliens.

As for whether they would reveal the effects of the power cores, she decided to keep it for now. The rate of successful awakening was too low. If they revealed their potential early on, they might just cause more deaths instead.

Further, awakening decreased fertility. They also had to think of the future generation, especially since they were planning to preserve more of their world.

To gain traction, Linlin will have to consistently churn out at least 3 Chapters a day. Naia naturally deposited quite a bit in her account to ’inspire’ her, and the girl claimed her word per minute increased depending on the 0s on her bank account. Cheeky girl.

"Oh, and don’t sign those contracts," she said. "I know you said that the advantage of getting contracts is that the author wouldn’t spend anything for exposure, but I can handle that part."

She sounded quite arrogant here, gaining the sparkling admiration of her two cousins.

"Post the story in as many popular platforms as you can," she said.

Another point in avoiding a contract was the most important thing: Keeping their identities secret.

It wouldn’t do if it gained too much traction and some organization took an interest and found out about their identities. It wasn’t impossible to hack some database now, but that’d take time. By then, the apocalypse had already begun. At least without signing contracts, finding their names and addresses wouldn’t be so straightforward.

...

A few days later, Linlin released 10 Chapters from the start, and would start a consistent schedule of two to three Chapters a day after that.

She hired a reputable marketing company to promote the story everywhere.

That night, she received a call from Linlin. "WOW! Sister, did you do anything? Only 10 Chapters in and I have, like, a million views already!"

Of course, in such platforms, views might literally just mean someone scrolling past the book, but it was an indicator of good exposure.

The genre was a bit niche, not to mention they were not signing the contract to any platform, but it looked like they could make up for it by guzzing money down in marketing.

Naia smirked. "I told you I’d support you."