[The plots of countless worlds have all fallen apart, and I'm the only repairman.]
Awakened villains, protagonists who have given up, transmigrators in pursuit of science... They overturn every convention they please, driving entire worlds toward destruction.
I, Lin Mo, was a web-novel editor in my previous life. Now I'm the chief continuity fixer at the Narrative Stabilization Bureau. My job is to use more advanced "conventions" to repair these stories that have gone off the rails:
(Your original standout examples remain unchanged.)
Everyone thinks I'm an all-purpose plot patcher.
That is, until I've repaired enough worlds to finally see the source of all the collapse:
It isn't a god, but a cold, outdated, bug-ridden piece of "initial narrative code."
And there, in the highest-level authorization field, is my ID from my previous life.
Now, the last error I have to correct is myself.
Slay the gods, or become one? There's no turning back from this ultimate instance.
