"What even is this writing? My grandma could write better with her feet!"
"Ugh, I can't even look at this male and female lead. Can the dog of an author just **** already?"
Jiang Chen, an online keyboard warrior who loved mouthing off, was tearing into a clichéd cultivation novel when his computer screen suddenly exploded and the bell tolling his reincarnation in another world began to ring.
In the depths of his mind, he seemed to hear the author pounding on a desk.
"Here, here! Take the pen and write it yourself!"
Jiang Chen tremblingly took hold of the plot.
"W-wait, this isn't right. Why does the villainous senior sister look like this?"
"Where's the demonic sect's saintess I was promised? Who's this delicate little flower?"
"It's all gone off the rails! The whole thing! What kind of plot is this? I can't see, I can't see!"
In order to prevent me from being poisoned alone, fellow Taoists, please stay [I understand]
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