Stop Dreaming. There Are No Higher-Dimensional Beings Watching Us

My name is Xiang Taiyang.

Three years after graduation, I’ve changed jobs eleven times.

My last job was as an assistant master of ceremonies at a funeral home.

I lasted three days.

Because I read the deceased’s eulogy as if it were my own résumé.

I thought I was just unlucky.

Then someone told me...

I’m on a reality show.

Higher-dimensional beings are watching me.

Every misfortune that befalls me is scripted.

Every struggle I make boosts the ratings.

They gave me two choices:

Red, keep performing.

Green, disappear forever.

I chose red.

But not because I wanted to renew my contract.

I chose it so I could...

ruin the show.

I’ll perform with a smile.

I’ll smile until they get bored.

I’ll smile until this lousy show gets canceled.

But when I finally smiled for real,

the backstage data showed:

There was one viewer who had been watching me for thirty-two years.

They hadn’t looked away for a single second.

What were they watching?

My jokes?

Or were they watching...

themselves?

Come on, saying I’m not as good as him is giving me way too much credit.

This book leans toward realism and reflection on life itself, but its absurd plot may be the only thing that sets it apart from reality. If you’re looking for mindless wish fulfillment, sorry, this isn’t for you. I’m not writing it anymore. It’s way too dangerous.