All Fake Two-Dimensional

It felt bad to be all alone. He knew his identity very well, the protagonist of a certain novel by a street writer, and he also knew what his mission was. Unlike other protagonists in novels, he thinks he is a real person and lives in his own world. He knows that his existence is just a thought of others, and honestly, this feeling is not good. At this time, he was in a vast white space, just like the main god space in the infinite novel, and it was actually the main god space. There is a large ball of light not far away. When Qingyi passed by, he felt that this big ball of light had some inexplicable connection with himself. "Is this my cheat code?" Qing Yi held his chin in his hands, always feeling that there was some routine. This street writer is indeed very stupid and has no sense of innovation at all. "Although you are the protagonist created by the author, is it really okay to criticize him like this? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.