**"The cubs I raise always want to kill gods for me"**
——You think I'm writing a novel? No, I'm building an army of Godslayers.
When Li Hunxi, the creator of the pen-tip universe, was sentenced to "death" by the gods, he finally realized why his manuscripts were always rejected - all his works were real parallel worlds.
On the execution ground, the characters he wrote tore open the pages of the book and descended:
The tyrant male protagonist smashed the Spear of Judgment with the national jade seal, and the zombie king controlled the zombie tide to flood the angel army. Even the White Moonlight male protagonist who was written to death held a scalpel against the god's throat: "Want to kill my creator? Ask him about his death save point first."
On the way to escape, Hunxi discovered an even crueler truth:
God has already used the rule "writers must die" to harvest countless creators, and his characters, who have been scolded by readers as having "collapsed characters" and "feeding shit to the plot", have silently tampered with the story line for a long time, transforming every book into a god-killing arsenal.
Now, he must lead this out-of-control "guards" to reversely invade all the worlds he built:
Recycle the god-killing sword embryo in the Xianxia universe, ask for the causal nuclear bomb from the cyberpunk world, and even awaken the old rulers who should not exist in the Cthulhu chapter...
"I once set your destiny, but now you rewrite your destiny for me."
When the sharp edges of thousands of worlds point towards gods, it's not me who should be afraid
Intention: When the world was still bathed in the milky morning light, the snow-colored raven landed on my collarbone, holding a bronze gear in its beak.
