The God Who Lives Among Us

Original title: After the Author Lost Control of the Plot

Blurb 1:

After the Investiture of the Gods, the gods and demons withdrew from the world. When the gods of the mortal realm ascended to the higher realm, the half-divine clans hidden away in the depths quietly went into seclusion. By the time humankind had gained dominion over the land and seas, the half-divine clans reappeared in the mortal world. Above, the world was ruled by countless gods. Below, the nine Yin clans governed the human realm from the shadows.

Blurb 2:

A book called The Nine Yin Clans became sentient, animated by the resentment of all the abandoned plotlines. It dragged Ning Zibo, an author who had abandoned countless stories, into its pages and refused to let him out until he finished the plot.

At first, Ning Zibo was rather pleased with himself. This was a fantasy novel, after all, and its nine great clans had powers like these:

The Mu clan could command demons, the Xie clan could communicate with the yin and yang realms, the Su clan ruled the seas, and the Dai clan could move mountains...

So, feeling entirely justified, he asked the book with a smug, bobbing nod, "Which clan am I joining to follow the plot? What kind of golden finger are you planning to give me?"

The Book: ???

I dragged you in because I wanted us to perish together! All you wrote was a ten-sentence outline, and you still expect to follow the plot?!!!

Go pick up junk and follow the plot!

The Book earnestly showered Ning Zibo with motivational slogans: This isn't a fantasy novel anymore. It's a down-to-earth story about hard work and getting rich! It's a rags-to-riches tale about picking through junk and reaching the pinnacle of life! It's a story of a life spent striving without giving up!

And so...

On the one hundred and first day of picking through junk, Ning Zibo, the great author himself, stood beneath a bridge in the drizzle, a garbage bag in his left hand and a walking stick in his right, crying to the moon:

The heavens weep as the rain comes down,

And the author weeps as sorrow weighs him down.

First thing after waking in the morning,

Five thousand words are still due today.

No outline, no draft, begging to survive,

Heart pounding with fear until daylight arrives.

This theatrical book is after another update,

I clutch my head and lament my fate:

No draft, no draft, no draft to be found,

Chop off my head, and I still can't write it down!

At last, the heroine found him and took him home.

Note:

1. The main plot follows the story of the nine great clans Ning Zibo wrote, with demons, monsters, ghosts, and a touch of horror.

2. The story draws on The Classic of Mountains and Seas and Investiture of the Gods. It's all made up, so please don't mind the many original inventions.

Theme: Face the sun and love life