Writing Novels Is Too Hard: I Wrote Myself to Death

Zong Wu transmigrated? No, the book he wrote came true!

His ex-girlfriend publicly humiliated him as a useless loser. He changed his bank account balance to 99.9 billion, and the bank president knelt and begged him to apply for a black card.

The underworld boss showed up at his door with a knife. He simply changed the man's medical report to say he had late-stage AIDS, scaring him into turning himself in on the spot.

The Correction Bureau sent agents to arrest him? Sorry, he had editing privileges. He even rewrote the bureau chief's "character setting" as a retired old man who loved raising cats!

When code rained from the sky across the world, and everyone heard the words in their minds, "This book was written by Zong Wu and will be updated explosively forever," they finally realized in terror:

The loser they had trampled on for three years was the only author of this world.

"Going on hiatus? Not a chance."

"My book will never end!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.