Lin Qiyue used AI to write an unfinished story and it was great, but the next second she was stuffed into the book, becoming the heroine she wrote herself, who was a victim in the early stage and a brainless counterattack in the later stage.
The system told her coldly: There are 372 logical loopholes in the book, and they need to be repaired to level C to return to reality.
The novice task was completed, but the system rang. The target of the call to the police was not her, but the father who "sold his daughter for money" in the original setting. At this moment, he was holding a pole in front of her, with veins popping out on his neck, but he could not shout out the preset "declaration of fatherly love". The mother who was supposed to be "submissive" stared at the bruises on her wrists, stretched and retracted her hands, and even touching her felt like a crime.
They went off code. They came alive.
The system urged her to correct it and turn the symbols she had written back into paper figures. But those illogical silences, clumsiness, and caution are more like "human beings" than any instructions the system has ever given.
She decided: This bug will not be fixed.
The system can't give her any rewards. But she wanted to use these hands to make the child who hid the candy under the pillow waiting for her to eat meat, and to make the father who could only push mint leaves into her hand and run away no longer bend down.
The water in the well is cold and the fire in the stove is hot. Life goes by day by day, and so does the human heart.
This is an anti-systematic novel—it does not rely on golden fingers to counterattack, but relies on the clumsiness and silence of a family to leave a creator in the world written by her own hands.
The system wanted her to correct the world, but she chose to be corrected by the world.
Concept: Home is not a strict logical closed loop, but a place full of bugs but still warm.