After Being Killed 70 Times, the Editor Transmigrated Into My Book
被杀70次后编辑穿了我的书
by Island Toward the Wild (向野之岛)
Synopsis
Xie Zhiyi is a web-novel editor who has always worked diligently and conscientiously, reading manuscripts, signing contracts, arranging rankings... repeating the same busy routine every day.
Until one day, the police knocked on her apartment door.
What? The eccentric author Mufan, whose contract applications I'd rejected more than seventy times, has gone missing?
Xie Zhiyi was stunned.
She agreed to help the police look for him and provide any leads she could, then fell asleep with a heavy heart.
...When she woke, she was standing in a vast snowfall, dressed in white and facing a towering tree wrapped in red ribbons.
Why did this scene look so familiar...
Xie Zhiyi racked her brains, then remembered.
Wasn't this the first book that the missing author Mufan had submitted for a contract? How did I transmigrate into a book?!
Gradually, she realized this was different from the other transmigration stories she'd read.
She wasn't a participant in the story so much as a witness, though even that didn't quite describe it. For instance, she would think how nice it would be if the protagonist said something, and the protagonist would immediately say it.
...It was as if the author himself were right there beside her.
“Mufan? Are you here?” Xie Zhiyi called tentatively.
The towering tree rustled in response.
Clearly, she'd found the missing author himself.
Her task was to fix the bugs in his story and bring Mufan, who was trapped inside it, back to real life.
How could anyone transmigrate into a book and still have to work?!
Xie Zhiyi fixed bugs with tears streaming down her face.
--
A few minutes after transmigrating into the book, Xie Zhiyi sensed something was off.
Where was the System that usually came with this kind of story? The golden finger? The original owner's memories? The revenge and face-slapping plot? The tragic leads and wicked supporting woman?
...None of them were there.
The only familiar things she could find in this book's world were the first three chapters, outline, selling points, and unique features Mufan had submitted when he applied for a contract.
But...
Mufan, you completely ignored your outline, didn't you? This isn't what we agreed on!
Xie Zhiyi tried to recall the outline and guess where the plot was going, only to be thoroughly outplayed by the characters. She was on the verge of tears.
A scam! This was definitely a scam!
--
The first book, Spring Unrecognized in Shangyang
During the Shangyang era, heavy snow began to fall.
As the saying goes, “A timely snow promises a good harvest,” but this snow fell for ten years without stopping for a single day.
All life withered, and the people suffered.
With no other options, the emperor turned to the spirits and established the Hall of Prayers for the Sun.
Xie Zhiyi became an inconspicuous young shaman named A Yi, serving under the chief shaman, Bai Yin.
Bai Yin had a special constitution and was cold to the touch all year round, much to the distress of her childhood friend, the Second Prince Shen You.
Meanwhile, the old emperor was losing the people's support, and the violent Crown Prince Shen An lusted after power...
How would Bai Yin and Shen You bring the ten-year snowfall to an end? And how could they stop Shen An from taking the throne?
-- The green lotus is stained with blood, and spring returns through time.
“When he opened his eyes, it was spring in the human world.”
Xie Zhiyi had wanted to help, but discovered that the characters could solve their problems on their own.
All she could do was watch.
--
The second book, The Traveler from Distant Mountains
The Yunshan Palace sect stood atop a mountain, where snow fell all year round.
(Why is it snowing again? -- Xie Zhiyi)
After An Liuyu's attempt to save someone went wrong and injured an innocent person, internal strife within the sect threw his heart into chaos, and he switched to the Path of Ruthlessness.
The sect's leading disciple, Ji Xiu, tried in vain to persuade him. His chivalrous heart spurned, Ji Xiu angrily left the mountain and abandoned the sect.
This time, Xie Zhiyi became the black iron used to forge the pair's twin swords, accompanying the protagonists wherever they went.
Ten years later, political turmoil swept the land, and martial artists rose up everywhere.
An Liuyu, now the head of the Yunshan sect, saw a figure carrying a saber approaching at the end of the road.
The saber-wielding traveler thought: That person hasn't changed. He still follows his righteous path, protecting all under heaven, still guarding the mountain peak and its drifting snow, as if they had never parted for ten years.
The swordsman, holding his sword and watching the flowers, thought: After all these years away from the mountain, the snow that once rested on his shoulder, just like the snow on my own, has long since melted away.
Across the green mountains, we share the same clouds and rain. Under the bright moon, how could we ever be strangers?
At last, Xie Zhiyi understood that in this story, she was only passing through.
--
The third book, Birds Carry Stars
After accidentally offending the fans of a popular entertainment celebrity, writer Lu Xia was slandered and hounded online overnight. Eight years of hard work went up in smoke, and she leapt from a rooftop.
Then she became a white bird.
Xie Zhiyi became Lu Xia's neighbor, Deng Xing, a tragic girl whose parents had died young. She worked while studying hard, hoping to change her fate.
One day, a white bird tapped at her window, and the blood she shed turned into a black bird and flew away.
The Bird Syndrome, a trope beloved by old-school web novels.
But when she called the white bird Lu Xia, nothing happened.
“Is that you, Mufan?”
The white bird cried out, and the world began to collapse.
If the author fell into despair, the story he had abandoned would disappear, and the book's world would become a wasteland. Xie Zhiyi had to help him rebuild it all.
In the swaying twilight, only the starlight shone.
--
At last.
In the center of a collapsed, shattered city, a girl crouched between the rubble and the void, her arms around her knees. She quietly asked:
“Big sister, do you accept my story?”
“I do,” Xie Zhiyi replied with a radiant smile, reaching out to her. “Let's go home.”
-- When the green lotus blooms atop the mountain, when falling snow returns to the blade, the white dove in flight finally catches the falling star.
From then on, she would never let go.
Theme: Words have a life of their own
