The Author Is Repenting [Apocalypse]

The famous author Yin Zichong transmigrates into the apocalyptic tragedy he wrote himself. As the protagonist, he suffers every twist of human nature and vows that if he had known this would happen, he would have turned over a new leaf and started living right. From now on, he would cut ties with tragic stories and embrace sweet, fluffy romances forever. Then... then he transmigrates back, bringing with him the water and healing abilities he gained after transmigrating, as well as the space key he swindled from the supporting female character. But if he thinks this means he's the darling of that little minx called Fate, then he's terribly naive. On a rainy night, Yin Zichong stares at the face before him, feeling indescribably strange. In the end, he lets out a long sigh and drags the man lying in the mud back home. From that day on, Yin Zichong, freshly returned from the book, discovers that so-called reality has merged with the world of that novel. The difference is that he is no longer the protagonist who gets tormented like a dog. Glancing at the protagonist, sitting on his bed with a gloomy expression as he writes and sketches, Yin Zichong angrily posts on the forum: "Believe me! There is no wall between the second dimension and the third dimension!" Reborn top x author bottom This is not transmigrating into a book. It's a parallel universe. This is not transmigrating into a book. It's a parallel universe. This is not transmigrating into a book. It's a parallel universe. This story will become a paid VIP serial on December 22, 2015, with three chapters released that day. It is published exclusively on Jinjiang Original Web, and all forms of reposting are prohibited. Thank you for supporting the original. Mwah! PS: This is the author's revenge piece after being abused by reality. PPS: This silly author, who just wants to write an exhilarating strong-and-strong romance, may well end up writing something sweet and fluffy. PPPS: I'm stuck on my historical romance, so I'll update this one first. PPPPS: The author often eats up her own dignity. PPPPPS: The silly author has a grand dream of world peace and a little dream of becoming a great author, but she's in the late stages of laziness.