After a whole year of being ground down at work, Liu Junjie quit without notice the day before his year-end bonus and went home. Instead of a warm welcome, his family greeted him with cold stares and a chorus of, "It's all for your own good."
He swore he'd turn his life around on his own. But while staying up late to write, he somehow transmigrated into the first novel he'd ever written, becoming a desperate young Taoist with nowhere left to turn.
He hadn't even had time to celebrate when he realized the plot didn't match what he'd written. The peachwood talisman that should have been there was missing, and the spot where a stone stele belonged held only a dead tree. Then the worlds of three novels, folk horror, urban fantasy, and wuxia, began to seep into one another, throwing the plot into complete chaos.
As he fixed one outrageous plot bug after another, he learned spirit-medium rites, Maoshan magic, the Lu Ban Manual, urban superpowers, and peerless martial arts. The more he repaired, the stronger he became, and the more unnerved he was.
Only in the end did he understand a truth so horrifying it made his skin crawl:
Someone else had written this book.
And he himself might be nothing more than a pawn in someone else's story.
This is my first time writing a novel, and I'm still very unfamiliar in many places. Thank you for your tolerance. The naked words of society at the beginning and the words of my family "It's all for your own good" actually have a shadow of my own life - I also survived the days when no one understood me, and secretly wrote my thoughts into the computer. Later, the protagonist traveled into the novel he wrote. The world of the three books was in chaos. He became stronger and stronger as he continued to write. The more he wrote, the more he couldn't stop. I think the story is quite exciting, I just hope it can accompany you to pass the time, and I hope you can give me more encouragement.
I have read a few books on Lai Tomato, and this one is really good. I personally think it is worth reading.