[I hope the author gets to enter his own novel and experience what it's like to wish he could die but be unable to.]
Zuo Shang was an angst-novel author. In ten years, he'd written eight tragic novels, and every single one had a bad ending.
He had a blast writing them.
His readers' complaints were practically drowning him, but he didn't budge.
After all, they complained, but kept reading.
He didn't know how to write happy endings, but everyone loved his tragic ones, so he'd long ago decided to keep going down that path.
Sure enough, as soon as his latest novel ended, it was flamed on the trending page.
He searched the topic and looked through the sobbing posts and threats to send him knives. One post caught his eye.
[I hope the author gets to enter his own novel and experience what it's like to wish he could die but be unable to.]
It had been upvoted to the top comment.
The author smiled faintly, unconcerned.
He shut off his wristwatch and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, he found himself as a cannon-fodder character who'd died a gruesome death in his first novel.
Where was the System? Didn't people usually get a System?
No. Nothing at all.
All he could do was blindly trust that if he changed the story's ending and gave it a happy ending, he would return to reality.
But after going through hell to steer the main characters toward a happy ending, he found himself inside his second tragic novel.
He dropped to his knees on the spot.
"Aaaaaah! When I get back, I'll never write another tragic novel! Just let me die already!"
There was one more major problem.
These eight novels...
Theme: May everyone have a wonderful fairy-tale cottage in their heart.