[Bottom + Author Transmigrates Into Her Own Book + Identity Exposure Means Certain Death + Mutual Devotion + Soul Completion]
Web novelist Xi Yan transmigrates into the novel she wrote herself.
She thought that having the story at her fingertips meant she could coast to victory, until she realized that the aloof elf witch she had created was staring at her with a terrifyingly familiar look.
“I finally… get to see you.” Alviya pressed the tip of her nose against Xi Yan's neck. Her voice was as soft as a sigh, yet sounded like a declaration. “You're even cuter than I imagined.”
This world has only one rule: never say, “I'm the author.”
A mysterious person left her with just one warning:
“The more you change, the less this story belongs to you.”
She lied.
Or maybe she simply didn't finish what she had to say.
[Those who write stories will eventually step into them.]
[And the characters she created had been waiting for her at the end of the story for a very long time.]
Shocking and delicious 😋
Come on, big brother
It's easy to write, brother it's easy to write
It's okay 😄 [pouts]
Not bad, but the writing feels a bit AI-like. I don't know if it's my imagination. It's awkward to read.