After retiring as a mercenary, Shen Wuchuan became a Cthulhu novel writer.
One night, he stayed up all night revising the manuscript and collapsed on the keyboard from exhaustion. When I woke up again, my nose was filled with the smell of cold sea water, and above my head was an unfamiliar neon mist harbor.
Familiar street names, self-written slogans, and even the sweet rotten smell in the air—all appear in his novel settings.
But the city has changed.
The unfamiliar emblem, the character who appeared early, the system warning "Don't trust the guide", and a line of black characters of unknown origin directly called out his name:
"Chen Wuchuan, don't come in."
Someone rewrote the rules in his story.
The first task the system gave him was to leave the main road alive.
The countdown to the lighthouse has started. He must find the building that should not be mentioned in advance before nineteen o'clock, and find the person who is tampering with everything.
But the problem is——
He was not sure if he was still the only author.
