Did I travel into the unlimited flow novel I wrote?
And she became a female cannon fodder destined not to survive more than three chapters?
What's even more frightening is that the male protagonist Jiang Yubai, who I set up as the "eternally gentle gentleman", is now using the barrel of a gun to lift my chin, with unfamiliar madness in his eyes: "Welcome to my game, creator."
And the new chapter I just wrote is becoming reality and is chasing me crazily.
[System prompt: Plot deviation detected, erasure program starts countdown: 99:59:59]
