After five years of writing street stories, my editor persuaded me to quit, and I owe two months of rent.
That night, a strange person lies outside the window, and the system comes to your door: every word you write will become reality.
The monthly vote list becomes a life and death list, and the bottom one will enter a strange world.
All authors are waiting for death, but Zhao Ze discovered that he can change the rules.
My sister, who has been dead for five years, sent a message: "Brother, don't give up. I'll wait for you over there."
