What is it like to travel into a book you wrote and become the cannon fodder you wrote to death? Jiang Ye: Thank you for the invitation. I am on the rooftop and will die in twenty minutes.
He has written eight hundred chapters and knows every opportunity, every secret place, and every big boss's weakness.
He thinks he knows everything.
Until an organization appeared in the book that he had never written about in the outline.
This book is growing beyond his control.
And the only pen that can rewrite his destiny, every time he uses it, pushes him into the abyss of oblivion.
"You revised the draft."
Who's talking?
