My name is Lu Mohui, and I am already dead but have to be revived by the children of the world I wrote. Because my death has devastated the literary world, and also caused these worlds to be invaded by viruses. Children of the world: Save your mother, and your mother will save us. However, there is not enough energy to save him. Lu Mohui: Great, let me die. Children of the world: You are not a mother watching your children die! A certain impulsive son of the world swung his sword, and Lu Mo's soul was split in two. If you don't want to go, we will let you go with another you, hehehe. I am 1357, regardless of the number system. When I am alive, my name is Lu Mohui. My host Lu Mohui is the stupid Er Leng. We are the same person, and we are thrown into the story world to do tasks. System: "No matter what, we must protect the love between the male and female protagonists, and hold high the banner of BG and never fall!" Lu Mohui: "Okay, received!" But why did the already twisted plot become even more twisted with her involvement? System: "Your operation is a little off course, it seems like it is going to fail..." Lu Mohui covered his ears: "No, no, it's impossible, I don't want to hear it." The system looked at the ending of the story: "... It's okay, you did a good job." Ps: I originally wanted to write about fast travel, but later I decided to forget it and just finish it as a story in order not to get into trouble.