My name is Jian Yang. I used to be a pure firework, and now I'm a pure NPC.
My job is to travel through novels, games, and anime worlds, playing a model background NPC. I post "Ahhh, so handsome" in CEO romances, "Run, heroine!" in tragic romances, and line up with the "Force Them Together Squad" in sweet romances.
After a few worlds, I had an epiphany.
This job is about to fry my CPU. Watching those fake-human authors write brainless plots has made me curl my toes so hard that the villas they've dug out could form a galaxy-sized computer.
Then, in a "kidney-harvesting and torturing the heroine" story, I saw the comment section filled with "So satisfying to watch her suffer" and "The heroine doesn't deserve the male lead"...
I silently looked at my 99,999,999 NPC alt accounts waiting to log in.
I'm done with this life!
You fake-human authors love torturing and humiliating women, and worship the legitimate-versus-concubine hierarchy, right?
Today, I'll show you what a vast sea of people's war looks like. And by people, I mean NPCs.
The first installment is temporarily complete. If I get the chance, there may be a second and third installment.
"I haven't been an NPC for years, until I saw those comments going off the rails again."
"The big shot who once turned the entire novel world upside down has returned."
"Main God: Please come back and be an NPC! Jian Yang: Sorry, I'm retired."
I drank too much today and wrote this unhinged story in one go. Let's not talk about logic, okay? Don't think too hard while reading (?Д`)
Theme: Serve the country and its people, and break free from feudalism.
