A City Novelist Becomes a God, and Every Protagonist Becomes a Great Emperor

[Myriad Worlds spoilers + supernatural revival + urban cultivation + creator god + ruthless action + trope-defying thrills]

Xu Ping'an, a failed web novelist, has spent three years in the online fiction business, barely scraping by with perfect-attendance bonuses.

Just as he was about to take a factory job, an editor named Wenchao Gong pulled him into a bizarre platform called the Creator God Network.

“Our readers are spread across the Myriad Worlds. Royalties? We pay in spirit stones!”

Xu Ping'an scoffed and casually uploaded a made-up fanfic called One Hand Shrouds the Heavens.

The next day, a golden ranking list descended upon the Shrouding the Heavens world. Ye Fan's Sacred Body awakened ahead of schedule, and the dark turmoil spiraled completely out of control.

His account exploded with notifications:

[A tip from Emperor Ye Tian: a wisp of origin purple qi]

[A request for an update from the Ruthless Great Emperor: +999]

His account really had gained 999 spirit stones and a wisp of purple qi!

Xu Ping'an was stunned, then overjoyed!

He published The Ranking of Heavenly Flames. The Soul Hall went mad, and Xiao Yan broke down in tears.

He uploaded The Legend of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor. The foreign lands invaded ahead of schedule, and Shi Hao angrily drank beast milk.

He wrote about the hidden truths of the Primordial World, shocking the sages;

he exposed the schemes behind the Journey to the West, leaving Buddha speechless.

Just as he was using his spoilers about the Myriad Worlds to trade for peerless techniques and magic treasures, slay demons and monsters in the real world, and climb to the pinnacle of life,

Huntian Emperor's chains reached out from the shadows of the city.

One dark calamity followed another.

An Immortal King from the foreign lands whispered in his dreams.

And ancient rulers from the Primordial World turned their gaze toward this blue planet...

Xu Ping'an looked at the literary brush in his hand, which could write reality into being, and at the friend requests on his account from Ye Fan, Shi Hao, and Luo Feng. He smiled:

“Brush, come! I am the Creator God!”