When a familiar horror story becomes the law of survival, as an author, should you obey it or tear it to pieces with your own hands?
With his unique [fictional resonance] ability, Chen Mo can use his pen as a spear to briefly cover the rules of the world with the "stories" he weaves. But the ability comes with a price - the more frequently he uses it, the deeper the connection with the origin of this terrifying corridor becomes, and the closer he comes to inhuman alienation.
And he, the former dreamer, now holds the pen to rewrite reality. Is he a chess piece selected by the system, or... A "cognitive nuclear bomb" that can subvert the entire game?
When the boundary between fiction and reality completely collapses, do you still dare to believe in yourself?
