“My name is Lin Yuan. I transmigrated...”
“In this life, I’ll take back everything that belongs to me...”
“Sorry, wrong script. Let’s do that again.”
“Ahem...”
“In this life, I’ll get my own script and take the lead role. I’ll use my own way to turn this imperfect world into the place I want it to be...”
“Wait, Director, isn’t this line a little too chuunibyou? It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“Just say the line. Why all the questions? If you’re embarrassed, you can take the lines from next door.”
“Oh, okay. Hang on, let me see what they’ve got next door...”
“Damn it! I can’t believe our opponent is the Great Ying Empire, famed for having eight million fantasy species! What do we do? We can’t lose this national destiny showdown again... Why am I playing some bit part in this lousy script? Forget it, I’ll switch back to the original lead’s script.”
“Enough whining. Get ready. We’re filming the second take.”
“Actors in position: action!”
[This is a story about hilichurls,]
I’m a new author and pretty fragile, so go easy on me. If what you read doesn’t match the actual plot or setting, just chalk it up to the author’s own headcanon or a lack of good ideas because my brain’s on the fritz~
That’s it for now. First, I’ll try to finish a complete novel.
Not bad. At present, it deserves five-star encouragement. It is considered outstanding among newcomers.