The God Begins with □□ Fiction

A Few Things About Transmigrating and Writing Here's a coming-soon title, with the blurb: [What Do You Do When the Entire Galaxy Is Acting Out Your Terrible, Unfinished Novel?] The down-and-out author dreams every night about the novels he abandoned. Why are the NPCs automatically acting out plotlines even he never came up with? The icy prince is forced to awkwardly read his embarrassing lines aloud. His Majesty the Emperor munches on buns on camera while playing a rich NPC. Aloof prince: These lines burn my mouth, but I've got to keep performing.jpg Unlucky author: Stop exposing my secret identity! I swear I didn't write this plot! The galactic masses: Once again, we're awkwardly acting our hearts out to avoid an OOC warning. Ji Hongyu is a struggling author. He loves writing, but he's not very good at it, so he often starts stories and never finishes them. Lately, he dreams every night that he has transmigrated into one of his own novels, where the characters automatically act out plots he never wrote. There's a new bit of fun every day, and he enjoys watching it all, until one day he transmigrates into the interstellar era... After spending half a day getting used to his new identity, he logs onto the Star Network and is hit in the face by a string of all-too-familiar plots: [The Crown Prince's acting hit a new low last night! The OOC System took over and performed in his place...] [The audience of The Record of the Betrothed Boy all triggered an abnormal OOC index!] [An odd young man teases the crown prince in The Tribulation of the Mortal World. The prince's ears turn red. Pictures and proof included.] [The whole cast triggered an OOC warning over buns. Just how delicious are they? Did you record His Majesty the Emperor's mukbang?] It turned out that everyone in this era was randomly pulled into his novels each night to play NPCs. And the cool, handsome man he had teased, who played the male lead every time, was none other than Qian Yi, the Imperial Crown Prince... Ji Hongyu watched the livestream replay and read the comments, laughing while dying of embarrassment. He absolutely had to keep his secret identity hidden. There was no way he could let it slip. CP: The aloof, untouchable crown prince x the fun-loving author with a three-minute attention span Theme: