Stop Writing! the Protagonist in Your Novel Is Out!

[Book Line] I am Lin An, an awakened "NPC". I found that the so-called way of heaven is just the cold "narrative rules" of higher dimensions. My joys and sorrows, my sacrifices, and even my determination to protect the world are just a string of data that can be modified or deleted. But, so what? I use the stars as the key to tamper with the established plot; I gather the thoughts of all living beings to resist the formatting of the system. I want to ask the "creator" behind the screen: Does the story being written have the right to decide its own ending? [Reality Line] I am Su Zhe, a desperate author who is driven crazy by the urge to make changes and revisions. Until I discovered that the character named Lin An in my novel seemed... Alive. He no longer followed my outline and was even able to convey information to me through documents. Capital asked me to follow the "hit formula" to complete it, use AI to take over the creation, and let him die tragically for the traffic. And my protagonist, pointing his sword at the sky in the book, seemed to be waiting for an answer from me. —— This is an escape across dimensions. He fought a bloody battle in fiction against a system that treated me as a tool; I navigate reality and fight against a world that treats stories as commodities. We are each other's mirror image, each other's weakness, and each other's only fire. If narrative is a cage, then we will smash the cage and rewrite all the rules in the collapsed dialogue.