I was a web novelist who'd been flopping for three years, and I got transported into the melodramatic werewolf romance I'd written myself, as the disposable “wolfless” character who gets bitten to death by a wild wolf in chapter three.
The Wolf King announced in front of everyone, “You are not my fated mate.”
I snapped back on the spot, “Funny, I'm not interested in fictional characters either.”
[Ding! God-Tier Writer System successfully bound!]
The System told me to write feel-good stories to earn points and unlock my wolf form, so I turned around and started a web-novel writing class. The whole clan followed my updates and demanded more, and I forcibly changed the world from a bad ending to a happy ending.
Even more ridiculous, my number-one hater followed me into the book and became that cold-faced Wolf King.
Every day, he secretly brought me food and even turned in his assignments: “He'll wait for her, no matter where she comes from.”
I blushed. “Are you trying to pursue me?”
He replied expressionlessly, “I'm your reader, not your fictional character.”
“Then why are your ears red?”
