Little Junior Sister Goes on a Killing Spree, Yet Insists She's My Mom

[Transmigrate into a book + ensemble cast + System + goofy comedy + a touch of being doted on by everyone + no CP] Ming Zhao transmigrates into the utterly tragic, chaotic novel she wrote while wallowing in despair and threatening to end it all. Good news: She gets a blond System. Bad news: What do you mean people will find out I transmigrated into a book? The original story is one big, brainless free-for-all. There’s the overpowered male lead with a System who absorbs the luck of favored daughters of heaven, then bursts from having too much. There’s the senior brother who falls for his junior sister, thinks she likes his disciple, and the three of them end up killing one another as the big windmill goes round and round. There’s the noble young lady who reaches a high level of cultivation, grabs the family genealogy, and goes on a killing spree, even burning down the fruit tree at the gate. In short, by the end of Ming Zhao’s book, even the world explodes. But as time passes, Ming Zhao realizes this doesn’t seem to be the story I wrote. Don’t come any closer! And that System, could you at least be a little reliable? System: “Dear, you can rewrite the plot and change everyone’s destined deaths!” Ming Zhao: “No problem. I am their dear author, after all.” Watch me trample the “green tea, black-hearted pretty boy,” verbally shred the “frail, manly tea,” and break up the “she loves me, I love you, you love her” love triangle. But I only changed a tired old trope. How did everyone’s affection scores max out? This makes no sense! The paper characters came to life, so why are they calling me Mom? And what’s this huge secret in the cultivation world? Just how many more villains are out there with nothing in their skulls but air!