I found a blank notebook at a flea market. The boss was mysterious: "You can rewrite reality, but you must do so at your own risk."
I casually wrote, "My boss didn't scold me today." As expected, he nodded and bowed to me the next day.
On the third day, I wrote "Stop barking the neighbor's dog." The dog disappeared, but the neighbor held the air and cried: "Where is my dog?"
On the fourth day, I wrote "Win the lottery jackpot". After the lottery was drawn, the streets were filled with jackpot lottery tickets.
The world began to fall apart: Gooey black fluid seeped from the walls of my apartment, and a floating suit appeared on the street corner.
An organization calling itself the "Reality Management Bureau" came to me. They raised their guns and said, "The thing in your hand is a fragment of the outer god 'Weaver'. It is eating our dimension."
Agent Chen Yue stared at me: "Either hand it over, or we'll 'archive' you and it - delete it permanently."
I turned to the last page and found a line of small words: "Administrator: Lin Mo (my name)".
