When Gu Jiayi opened her eyes for the eleventh time, she realized she hadn't transmigrated. She was trapped inside a novel.
She was real, with warm flesh and blood.
Everyone around her, however, was an NPC painstakingly created by the System
Their smiles were programs, their love was an instruction, and even their breathing ran according to a script.
In this fake scripted world, she was the only variable.
She refused to bind herself to the male lead. She refused to say, "I love you too."
So the System punished her
She was dragged into a silent gray space, with false confessions repeating endlessly in her ears,
like a bird trapped in the cage of a plot, crashing into the walls but unable to find a way out.
And the "original author" high above it all
Wang Chengcheng, watched her struggle and said with a smile:
"You're so captivating, Gu Jiayi. The less you cooperate, the less I can bear to let you go."
Shen Juan was the only character not completely controlled by the script.
Whenever the plot teetered on the brink of collapse, he reached out to her:
"If you want to escape, come with me. We'll tear this script to shreds together."
But in this world, beneath the System, all beings are paper; above the System, even the gods are prisoners.
She wasn't here for romance.
She wanted to escape, survive, and destroy it all.
