Transmigrating with a Keyboard

If the apocalypse came right now, and you could only use whatever you had at hand to protect yourself, how long would you survive?

Lin Yang had been racing to meet a deadline and writing plotlines, and after two days without sleep, he vaguely saw a webpage pop up on his screen.

The inexplicable question nearly drove him to despair, because he had just closed the chapter he'd been writing without saving it.

Before Lin Yang could let loose a stream of colorful curses, he transmigrated.

The cultivation world was in chaos. Others transmigrated with powerful gear and invincibility from the start, and even got a System attached to them.

Lin Yang had only a keyboard in his hand and no decent clothes, and from the start had barely any life left.

As long as he typed the words correctly, he could freely write a character's condition. So long as it made sense, his little keyboard could overcome anything.

My golden finger is a keyboard.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate anything in this story.