The Ultimate Fantasy of a Useless Liberal Arts Student

Readers, please leave a comment saying you've read this after finishing. I'd be grateful for any advice (it's so lonely when no one interacts). You're no Liu Ziyi, able to make flowers bloom with your wondrous writing, but I still hope this story of reality colliding with another world, cowardice and resilience coexisting, and cold melancholy mingling with dark humor can go on for a long, long time. It's the tale of Wu Zixu, a one-of-a-kind “book pet” who's afraid of dying but too stubborn to admit it. I hope it catches your eye, and I wish myself a flood of inspiration and mastery of the golden finger!

Perhaps there's more? ૮₍˃̶ꇴ˂̶₎ა

I originally wanted to bring in more book-pet characters. One of them was named Qing. In my original plans, I liked him a lot: I imagined him as a highly intelligent fortune-teller and mathematician, basically a Taoist priest. He was a very tragic character. But looking at things now, you don't even have the energy to curse me. Nobody's cursing me at all. Writing to an audience of one is just too demotivating. Actually, I'm pretty good at taking criticism. I guess you can't even bring yourself to read it.