I'm Learning to Write Novels

Every novel is a captivating story, a wonderful world. Li Hua, whose bad luck always seems to multiply, started writing novels like everyone else. As he kept writing, he began to realize that every novel was a world he could enter. And its author became the master of that world. With a mere wave of their hand, they could summon clouds or rain. In their own worlds, the masters of each novel became godlike beings. Was the real world still the real world? Was the world its author lived in also someone else’s novel?