[When everyone in the book collectively rewrites the script, ]
“The blood debts of my entire sect couldn’t awaken me, so I’ll cut through the heavens myself!” The sword cultivator heroine cleaves open the Heavenly Dao’s barrier with a single strike. Behind her, her blind senior brother chuckles. “Junior Sister, the god-slaying formation is ready.”
The formation cultivator hero winks as he forms a hand seal. “Author, the villain you wrote is using me as bait to lure the Heavenly Dao~”
The transmigrated-into-a-book second female lead trembles. Saving a corrupted villain? Thanks, but no thanks. The original owner and the villain teamed up to put me through three years of a body-double romance!
The Heavenly Dao, an old monk with a kind face, says gently, “It’s your turn to be reborn and atone for your sins.”
The sharp-tongued monk grabs him by the throat. “Master, your secret identity is showing.”
The most deranged play within a play is now underway:
The original second female lead, a black-lotus type, and the villain exchange smiles. “Who says saving someone has to involve falling in love?”
The transmigrated woman grips the dagger aimed at the Heavenly Dao. “Thank you all for teaching me that a real villain should flip the table!”
#The entire cast are master actors rewriting the script#
#Another day of the author’s CPU burning out#
(Only ever loved one + high-octane ensemble cast + a happy ending where I kill myself)
