Transmigrating Into a Book: Being a Cannon Fodder Is No Easy Job

Yu Zhinan had loved writing since childhood and had written hundreds of novels. Every time he applied for a contract, he received the same three words: "Not accepted." He refused to accept those words, but believed that one day he would find a patron who recognized his talent. So recently, he wrote another novel, The Brutal Emperor and His Lovely Consort. As you might expect, it was rejected again.

That night, he stared at the book he'd written and drank himself into a stupor. When he opened his eyes, he had become a condemned prisoner, one whose entire family had been wiped out. What the heck? What kind of nonsense was this? Heaven above, earth below, could someone send a hero to save me?

Sure enough, heroes always came dropping from the sky. He was rescued...

Thank you, hero! I will never forget your life-saving kindness. I am so grateful, and will repay you a thousand times over...

The man glanced at him and tossed a bundle into his arms. "Take care."

"Well, it turns out heroes have strange personalities. Haha!"

One day, just as Yu Zhinan was having a lovely dream, a black-clad figure appeared and covered his mouth.

"Don't make a sound. I'm your father."

Yu Zhinan's face flushed red. He hurriedly wrested himself free and glared at him. "I'm your grandpa!"

"Son, when the odd-numbered lines change, the even-numbered lines stay the same. The symbols depend on the quadrant."

"You're really my dad..."

"Son."

He never expected that not only had he transmigrated, but his whole family had too. So what was the point of this stupid System?

System: Is anyone going to speak up for me or what...

A System, supernatural, modern-day, goofy, sweet romance!