After three years of writing web novels that nobody read, he transmigrated into a Cthulhu world.
While everyone else was terrified, running away, or praying,
he was wrapped in tentacles, his corruption level skyrocketing, yet his mind was fixed on one thought:
"Doesn't this monster's design have a BUG?"
Tentacles reached up from underground, so he stabbed their roots.
The tentacles ran away.
A higher-dimensional entity cast its gaze upon him, trying to understand this low-dimensional creature.
Su Ming said, "I've spent three years writing novels nobody reads, and I still haven't quit. You think I'll just accept my fate?"
When chaos meets pointless persistence,
logic breaks.
