The system told me that I could ascend by completing the plot.
So I helped Uncle Jiu's zombies fight a rights protection lawsuit, taught Nie Xiaoqian to sign a contract to debut, and found the door to the world of "Kung Fu" in the refrigerator of the love apartment.
I thought this was the standard start for becoming a god through a book.
Until I saw it after I ascended
The Hong Kong ghost movie universe where I live is a chaotic nightmare of a "nightmare beast".
The urban comedy world I traveled through was the boring reverie of a "happy Buddha".
The system is cold and prompts: [Countdown to the digestion of the third-level world 'Martial Arts Giant Kun': 30 days]
It turns out that the so-called ascension is nothing more than jumping from the intestines of a small monster into the blood vessels of the great Buddha.
All time travel, plots, love, and brothers are just... Mirages in the long digestion of high-dimensional creatures.
When I held the incomplete system in my hand, led the Taoist monks I chased from the zombie universe, and took my sworn brothers from the comedy world, I finally broke through the flesh and blood barrier of the ninth world.
I saw the ultimate.
There is no god there, no universe.
There is only one... Corpse floating in nothingness, billions of light years long.
And my system suddenly let out the full version of the chuckle:
"Welcome to wake up, 'Cancer Cell' No. 742."
"Now, it's your turn... To choose whether to spread or not."
Reader comments
This is a narrative uprising that takes place in the dreamland of Brahma, using instant noodles, Tai Chi Jin and the unfinished "I love you" to prove that the existence of even a drop of ink is worth negotiating with the entire white paper.
Rating (percentage scale):
Creative Breakthrough: 95
Characterization: 90
Philosophical Depth: 88
Narrative completion: 85
Emotional resonance: 92
Overall: 90 ("One Hundred Years of Solitude" is a potential stock in the online literary world)
Recommended for:
Senior readers who are tired of reading routine time travel stories
Audiences who enjoy a "Rick and Morty" existential orgy
Creators who think about the "power relationship between author and character" during creation
All the gentle people who have shed tears for fictional characters
The final revelation may be:
When we are worried about whether Lu Ziqiao can remember Meijia, we are also answering the core proposition of this book - the truth or falsehood of the story is not important, what is important is whether the story allows us to better understand what "living" means. And this is the compassion that all narrative art ultimately points to.
This is a narrative uprising that takes place in the dreamland of Brahma, using instant noodles, Tai Chi Jin and the unfinished "I love you" to prove that the existence of even a drop of ink is worth negotiating with the entire white paper. Rating (percentage scale): Creative Breakthrough: 95 Characterization: 90 Philosophical Depth: 88 Narrative completion: 85 Emotional resonance: 92 Overall: 90 ("One Hundred Years of Solitude" is a potential stock in the online literary world) Recommended for: Senior readers who are tired of reading routine time travel stories Audiences who enjoy a "Rick and Morty" existential orgy Creators who think about the "power relationship between author and character" during creation All the gentle people who have shed tears for fictional characters The final revelation may be: When we are worried about whether Lu Ziqiao can remember Meijia, we are also answering the core proposition of this book - the truth or falsehood of the story is not important, what is important is whether the story allows us to better understand what "living" means. And this is the compassion that all narrative art ultimately points to.