I'm a third-rate novelist, and Advent is my least favorite character I've ever written, yet I accidentally became famous because of him.
He is indifferent, crazy, despises life, ignores the law, does not love people or anything. These are all the personalities I gave him, and they make up today's arrival bit by bit.
I created him, but I don't love him.
On January 1st, I was sitting in front of the computer and found that there was an extra character in the document. The input time was 2:30 in the morning.
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On January 2, I found another line of words in the document, and the input time was still early morning.
Say hello to you
On January 3, I was preparing an outline for a new book as usual. When the keyboard was not moving, the words in the document started to move on their own.
Someone is trying to take away every good thing I have given to my protagonist.
I typed a few characters on the keyboard.
Who are you?
A few words appeared strangely on the computer screen——
Your Believer
With horror, a name suddenly appeared in my mind.
——Advent.
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You are not anyone or anything
To me, you are God
I love you, admire you, long to meet you, and then...
I stood up suddenly.
I know Advent better than anyone, so I know better than anyone the crazy things Advent will do.
... Kill you
"O God who created me, it's time for you to finish."
I turned pale, and instead of characters floating in the document, the last words rang behind my ears.
From the reflection of the computer screen, I saw the figure standing behind me.
He whispered: "You should have loved me."
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This is a story about a villain (attacker) who tried his best but was not loved by the creator, was forced offline and slightly broke the defense, and pulled the novelist (sufferer) into a different dimension to act according to the script he wrote, only to find that he was still not loved by the novelist in the story he specially created, and then completely broke the defense.
Novelist: Reject dampness, only love Yang angle, always the same.
Intention: not to be defined