When Lin Qianyu discovered she could enter the world inside her paintings, she thought she was about to become unstoppable.
She was the creator, brush in hand, free to change whatever she wanted.
The villain too ugly? Make him handsome.
The plot too tragic? Make it sweet.
The worldbuilding illogical? Make it make sense.
The characters in her paintings trembled. “Great Artist, what have you brought us today?”
Lin Qianyu smiled. “Don’t be nervous. I’m only changing a tiny little bit.”
Until one day, the hot-tempered sword cultivator whose character settings she had revised eighteen times punched through the canvas and strode up to her.
“When are you finally going to give me back my ship?”
Lin Qianyu: ??? How can someone from a painting just walk out of it???
