I, Lin Mo, am a street writer who has been writing online articles for eight years and working online for eight years. On the day I just finished writing the new book, the color of the sky and the earth changed, monsters poured into the Blue Star from the cracks in space, and altars bloomed everywhere. I gripped the keyboard tightly and prepared to fight, but I found that the name, skills, and habits of the monster in front of me were exactly the same as those in the book I just finished - even what it was afraid of, what it liked to eat, and when it shed its fur were clearly written. I understand: what I wrote is not a novel, but a script for the invasion of Blue Star. The country came to visit me, and I became the only prophet of all mankind. But the cracks became more and more stable, and the games, ghosts, immortals, Journey to the West, and Ancient World that I had written hit reality one after another... It was only then that I discovered that every hole I had left unfilled back then was now a fatal disaster.
