I traveled into the novel I wrote and bound a symbiotic elf to it.
I thought I could walk sideways with the script in hand, but the elf told me that the world line had collapsed.
"The male protagonist in your novel is killing important supporting characters, and the female protagonist has joined the villain camp."
"And the world-destroying demon king is recruiting troops right in your face."
Looking at the plot that was completely out of control, I took a deep breath: "So what should I do now?"
The elf said quietly: "First of all, you have to survive the next hunt for the author."
