You Must Kill the Creator God

Fu Lin once designed a character.

He gave them supreme authority, power enough to destroy everything, and a cold, distant personality.

And a flawless appearance, captivating enough to make any being fall for them.

But...

To make the character sufficiently stylish, he also added a little-known element of Cthulhu Mythos inspiration, which was rather niche at the time.

Then, after writing the opening, he proudly abandoned the project.

And so, long afterward, fate played a joke on him.

Long after he'd forgotten the character,

Fu Lin transmigrated into a book, becoming the protagonist he had written, who didn't even survive three chapters.

A sacrificial lamb.

A holy son "favored" by a god.

His only golden finger was a forum that automatically generated plot developments based on his every move, constantly updating its discussion threads.

The kind you can read but can't reply to.

His mission was to kill the monster he had designed with his own hands, drag the all-knowing, all-powerful ruler from their throne, and save a world that had lost its rules and fallen under the dominion of chaos and disorder.

Fu Lin: .

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"Are you here to kill me?" asked the god, with silver hair, blue eyes, and a face like ice and snow sculpted by hand.

"No, I'm here to give you a flower," Fu Lin replied.

Theme: Love has no boundaries. If I can embrace everything, what does it matter if I'm clumsy about it?