"I'm not writing about hope."
Beneath Terra's eternally gloomy skies, people struggled to survive on this continent.
Catastrophes, Originium, or riots and wars: any one of them could easily cost an ordinary person their life.
"So a useless person like me transmigrating into a world like this is basically pointless..."
Xue Ci, who couldn't lift a finger or carry a load, was stunned. So she could only return to her old trade, pick up her pen, and write. She had no other ambitions, just a hope of earning enough to eat.
But...
"That book recommended on the big screen looks familiar... Wait, is it mine?"
The story focuses on the clashing of ideas. There will be a story within the story, and I'll do my best to make it not awkward...
This is an Arknights fanfic. The heroine transmigrates, and she can't contract Oripathy (a golden finger).
As for the heroine... Don't ask. Just know she's the light of the literary world.
There are lots of headcanons, and my views on certain characters and other things may be a little off. If I get anything wrong, please let me know.
As for the pairing... I haven't decided yet, but I do like the Doctor (in this story, the Doctor is male).
I'm writing this out of love. I have a day job in real life, so please be reasonable when asking for updates. Unless something unexpected happens, I'll update weekly. Feel free to discuss things rationally, but please don't argue or insult me. I'll take suggestions seriously, but if you insult me, I'll insult you back, and you'll definitely lose.
As I got further into the story, I realized that a lot of things had turned out differently from what I'd initially planned...
Theme: Humanity can never be without literature
The red flag shines upon Terra!!!
Integrated Movement: Wherever the people are in need, we are there
Pfft hahahahaha! Integrated Movement: Serving the People
Hhhhh, yes, this is very Red Army
"Serve the people" hahahahaha
Sorry, I was supposed to update weekly, but now I'm in a feverish state... I probably won't be able to update. I'll make up for it next week when I have time.
The words written by the author are as light and fluttering as the clouds and the drizzle brought by the breeze. It feels like the whole body is wrapped by something indescribable, soft, gentle and comfortable.
Dad, do you still remember this book?
It's actually been a year
Finally updated. Wuwuwuwu. The last time I saw this article updated was in August.