My World Won't Listen to Me

Liu Chi wanted to earn a little pocket money, so he decided to write a novel. But he transmigrated into the story he had just started writing, and now he was completely lost. He had only jotted down scattered bits of inspiration and a bunch of unresolved plot threads. Should he follow his own outline and play the male lead, or just mess around in all the different worlds? That was the question. The thing was, he remembered the setting he'd written. It wasn't especially tragic, but the plot twists were wild. Those plot threads he'd left hanging might end up ensnaring him instead.

Then he touched the hair he'd spent three months growing, which had only just begun to come in, and couldn't help lamenting: Why had he ever liked the idea of monks returning to secular life?

The essential golden finger of any novel was now right in front of him. One was a string of prayer beads containing memories of his previous life, as he'd originally planned. The other was a book that had appeared in his head, with only a cover and a synopsis. Which should he choose? Need an answer online, it's urgent. By the way, should he use Baidu or Google in the reincarnation worlds?

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