Ren Qiushi fought the lawsuit for a year - and won.
One million compensation has arrived. The quota for government-sponsored study abroad is available. Plagiarists are expelled. Everyone thinks she should be content - she has taken the money, her revenge has been taken, and she has a future, so what else is there to be dissatisfied about?
Ren Qiushi also thought that he should be content. She uninstalled all social software, prepared to pack up, go abroad to get rich, and start over.
Then the empress she wrote crawled out of the book.
1.87 Meters tall, with long crow-feather hair and amber eyes. The first sentence he spoke: "My name is Ji Hua, you created me." Ren Qiushi's computer shut down on the spot.
Ji Hua: "To be precise, you are my founding god."
Ren Qiushi was silent for three seconds: "Why don't I remember that I wrote about you?"
Ji Hua tilted her head: "Page 3 of the appendix chronicle."
"... Does that kind of thing count?!"
Ji Hua didn't even raise her head: "Every word you write, to me, is a life that actually happened."
Ren Qiushi's nose suddenly felt a little sore. She created a world and almost lost it. But now, that world decided to come looking for her.
But there is no time to be moved right now. The end of the rights protection is not the end, and the tampered works have not yet received justice-foreign invasion is imminent, the earth is desperately trying to save itself, and she, who owns an entire world in her novel, has suddenly become a "strategic resource" in the eyes of all parties. Black cars were blocked behind her, and pursuers were at her feet. The only thing she could rely on was the fictional characters she wrote out one by one.
An unlucky author who was beaten down by reality and the 1.87-Meter-meter founding empress in her novel began an unseemly escape.
Intent: Creation is the self-rescue of lonely people.
I dedicate this article to anyone who has ever doubted "whether what I create is valuable." Especially female writers.
Every word you write is taken seriously by someone.