Introduction to the work "From today onwards, I will dismantle this abuse script"
I was dressed as a sacrifice in my own writing, and I was also the cannon fodder who died in the first chapter.
One second, I was commenting on the review sheet, "The plot is cliché and it is recommended to modify it." The next second, I was tied to the altar, and the countdown of "I will die in three days" appeared in front of me.
As a senior editor of sadistic stories, I can see through the loopholes in the operation of this world at a glance - everyone has character tags floating above their heads, and every plot twist is engraved with mechanical routines. When my eldest sister used old jokes from ten years ago to frame me, when the original heroine shed programmed tears, when all the characters were heading toward a predetermined tragedy like puppets on strings...
I laughed.
Then let me, this "loophole", tear apart the pretense of this world.
I stood up from the altar and asked the first question to the Son who was reading the oracle: "If God loves people, why do they kill people?"
From then on, destiny began to derail.
I opened a teahouse, told stories, and gathered the "supporting characters" who had been abandoned by the plot: the desperate queen, the stigmatized female general, the darkened prince, and the confused saint. We no longer fall in love and kill each other according to the script, but join forces to dismantle every imposed tragic plot.
But the world started to fight back. Thunder and fire fall from the sky, men in black demand their lives, and the invisible "corrective force" wants to erase us.
Until we come into contact with the ultimate truth of this world - it turns out that this is a "story experimental field" of high-dimensional existence. And my time travel was not an accident.
I was its "original author".
Now, I stand before the Creator with all the bonds and struggles I have carried along the way. This time, I won't write tragedy for anyone.
My weapon is the story itself.
A story about how mortals break free from strings and write a new life with their own hands - our story.
Concept: The world is a draft to be revised, I am writing a new life