Transmigrated into a Book as a Cannon-Fodder Heroine, with Author-Level Access!

I don't understand! Why is everyone talking about a tragic fate, as if this transmigration into a book is destined to end badly for me?

Two minutes ago, I was at home, hunched over my desk, writing the final chapter of my novel, My Cold and Aloof Heir Fell in Love with Me. The story was finally complete. The comments section was ablaze with passionate debate, everyone arguing with everyone else.

That vibrant scene, with everything bursting into life, is still fresh in my mind. Could this place really have become my grave in just two short minutes?

Whatever the case, when it comes to transmigration, the author has the advantage over the protagonist. I'm in the driver's seat!

I almost got hacked to death the moment I transmigrated? Good thing I have author privileges! Xie Liuguang, just you wait! My golden finger is no pushover either.

Edit, edit: I now have supreme power and rule the world? Infinite wealth and endless nights of pleasure?

What do you mean that's too outrageous? Come on, I'm the author. Can't I do whatever I want?

Sorry, the world has rules of its own, and characters have minds of their own!