Silupaka

Jiang Mingyu was an ordinary university student from the Dragon Kingdom. After writing the final word of his novel and clicking “Publish as Complete,” he went downstairs to buy a bottle of tea. He rubbed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was standing in a vast snowstorm. Slupaka was a world he had built with words. The gods had fallen, calamities ran rampant, and the shadow of the Void still spread across the four disaster zones. The Dome Academy, Black Warriors, Star Ascenders... Every detail had come from his own hand. But the problem was, this world was not quite the one he had written. Unfamiliar details quietly emerged, and the familiar plot veered into the unknown. The origins of his admission letter were a mystery, while a voice in his dreams called out unfamiliar names from the darkness. He had thought himself a creator holding the script, but gradually realized that he might simply be another character dragged into the story. “Is this really the novel I wrote?” If even the creator cannot predict the next chapter, then who is holding the pen? This is the story of a writer who steps into his own book. It is also the story of someone trying to find a loose thread in the lines of fate.