My name is Xiao Yuluo, and I am the most famous author of sadistic articles in the industry. I write about life and death, and judge about joy and sorrow with my writing. There are countless stories about gods falling from high platforms, mortals trapped in fireworks, heartless people dying because of love, and passionate people living because of hate.
Readers scolded me for being cruel, saying that the life experiences of the characters I wrote were too harsh, and even worse, threatened to kill me offline.
But I don't think it matters, because this is just fictional text. I am the author, so I can naturally control the fate of the character.
Black and red are also red. The more people feel heartbroken and speak harshly to each other, the greater my reputation will be. The cold tears of readers will only be exchanged for my warm banknotes.
It was already midnight, and I was wearing pajamas, squatting on a chair with black eyes, holding instant noodles with one hand and typing words with the other.
This book is called "Sadistic Love" and it is the most ruthless one I have ever written.
The protagonist's life experience is tragic, his whole family is destroyed, he suffers a blood feud and succumbs to others, he flies into the flames but cannot love, his heart is broken and his body is dead with no bones left.
I used the harshest words to crush his dignity, and used the worst plots to test his sanity.
Not only that, in order to forcibly form a pair of gimmicky sadomasochistic CPs, I completely ignored all reason and paranoidly made him fall in love with the son of his enemy, and forcibly twisted the two people who had a blood feud into a love-hate couple.
The moment I typed the last period of the book, the screen suddenly exploded with a dazzling white light.
I'm wearing a book!
Dressed as the protagonist of my own sadistic novel——Feng Qiansi
In the past, all kinds of sufferings that were written about for the sake of being tortured, now fell on me inch by inch.
Perhaps words have a spirit, and if you judge other people's lives arbitrarily, you have to go into the weaving purgatory to atone for your sins.
I am no longer an author who watches indifferently and writes randomly for the sake of gimmicks, but a prisoner who bears a blood debt and is trapped in the plot.
Countless hatreds, obsessions, and abuse points written down by me have all turned into cold chains, tightly binding my soul, making me unable to live or die.
Retribution! I might as well let readers kill me!
Early Warning
1. No spoilers.
2. The writing style is limited, so don't write if you don't like it!
Intention: Everything is inseparable from the word cause and effect.
