Help, the Crappy Article I Wrote Has Become a Masterpiece.

Sumu has had one problem in his life: digging holes but not filling them. I threw the novel away halfway through, it's okay. Two stories collided in the same notebook, no problem. The bad ending led to the fusion of the two worlds, the collapse of order, and the evil god ruling the three realms - well, this is something. Thousands of years later, the god of the immortal world that she had written off exhausted his last divine power and dragged her into the ancient puppet world of his own creation. When he opened his eyes, he saw a mass grave, with rotting corpses lying at his feet, and his mouth was full of dirt. There are still two gods living in the body: one is sleeping and recuperating, and the other has been sealed for thousands of years and is incompetent and furious. Su Mu: ... So what am I here for? The big demon who came to assist him: fill the hole. Salvation. By the way, take care of that crazy heroine who was born from your writing. Su Mu: I'm just a social animal, you want me to do this? In the distance, the barrier on the horizon broke. The ambitious "she" is here.