Ji Ying was a celebrated novelist.
She had a whole string of secret identities and wrote every kind of story, creating countless characters readers loved.
But the characters she wrote secretly came to “life.”
In the year 2546 of the New Era, the dimensional worlds collapsed, and characters from novels began to awaken.
Everything was false. The true foundation beneath the world was a framework of words.
Those adventures, where people narrowly escaped death, followed carefully laid plots. Those friends who pledged their lives to one another had been crafted to fit their character profiles. The outline had long since determined the universe’s course and the ending of fate.
Beyond the universe lay not the light of stars, but the novelist’s fingers striking the keyboard, and the smile on her lips as she calmly wrote a character’s death.
For survival and revenge, a cross-dimensional extermination plan was set in motion.
It would go down in history as the Novelist Extermination Plan.
The world was both real and unreal. The universe flickered in and out of existence.
Only by killing the novelist could the characters truly come to life. Only by disguising herself as a character could the novelist survive.
Hello, Ji Ying.
Please sort out your many identities in each of your novels, and hide yourself within your own stories.
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Fu Ye opened his eyes amid the chaos.
Through line after line of text, between the words, he locked eyes with Ji Ying on the other side of the screen.
“I made it through all those hardships, only to learn that you were the one who created them.”
Fu Ye crawled out of the screen and grabbed Ji Ying by the collar as she sat at the keyboard.
His voice choked with grief, his eyes red.
“Was my story exciting enough? My writer, my creator, my god... my companion, my friend, my love?”
Ji Ying pressed the delete key.
“Of course,” she said.
I stood at the beginning of your story and designed every one of your endings.
Before I typed the words [The End], we had already crossed swords countless times.
A pleasure to meet you, protagonist.
Check out my upcoming novel [The God Is a Beagle]. Add it to your reading list from the series page~ Love you, mwah!
Blurb:
Mige was a Beagle, a rabbit-hunting dog.
She was born in a laboratory, later adopted by humans, and spent eighteen years howling her way through life. After she died, she didn’t go to Puppy Planet. Instead, she transmigrated to an interstellar world.
This place was rife with mutating pollution. Tentacles writhed across planets, and the earth split open, bleeding.
The thick air pressed down on all living things. Ordinary humans drowned in ignorance, while the awakened were constantly on the verge of death.
Ever since the “Nightmare” descended, humanity had prayed for two centuries. At last, they received a god who would save them.
Faced with the dreadful abyss, the god let out a mighty cry
God: Werwerwer!!
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What mutating world? What pollution? The little Beagle pops eyeballs with her paws and kicks snake-headed monsters. What, isn’t this a fairy-tale world? There’s stuff to play with everywhere!
Stay quiet if you want to survive until dawn? The little Beagle has already run fifteen kilometers by five thirty in the morning!
The official cleanup agency has been infiltrated by mutants? The little Beagle loves wrecking the house! Want to play with her too?!
Clear levels to stay alive, power up and collect treasure. The little Beagle wants all the best things in the world!
She may not be the brightest, but she’s strong! Life’s great, whether you’re a dog or a human!
An indescribable jellyfish-octopus thing, mixed with chunks of flesh, let out a chilling murmur.
Mige clung to the new human she’d just met, bombarding them with questions.
“Am I the best little dog in the whole world? Come on, say that you and I are best friends in the whole world! Say it! Tell me I’m the best little dog in the whole world!”
The human, confused: “...Wait, am I already dead?! This place is so noisy, it must be hell!”
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When the world says it will let me perish, a Beagle lets out a piercing whine.
Even if all of humanity stops loving you, the little dog still loves you.
Theme: Life can never truly live in a fishbowl
It's well written. At first I thought the ending was too hasty, but after reading it I felt it was just the right place to end. It felt like an O. Henry-esque ending. Each copy is very interesting, with high information content, spanning Chinese and Western species and species. The imagination and experience are very large and deep [Three-flowered cat head] [Three-flowered cat head] [Three-flowered cat head] But unfortunately there are relatively few emotional lines. I was very surprised to read this article. While I was chasing the conjugal boyfriend next door, I saw extremely detailed emotional descriptions. At the same time, I was chasing this novelist. I read such a grand and magnificent worldview structure. It is really a reading experience of fat and thin (what!) In the right shades... I am very much looking forward to Xiaojuan's next work 🤗🤗🤗
What a perfect article. It's suitable to be read again in one afternoon. What a pity. It should have more popularity and favorites 😭 😭 😭 😭
I got goosebumps when I saw the end
[Orange Candy] Got it [Purple Candy] kswl haha it's really great
Ah, I didn't write about falling in love and killing each other in the text, but this HE is also pretty good.
Very nice. Thank you teacher for creating this work.
Finished with flowers ~ I really appreciate it
I really like the little detail of Fuye stepping on Ji Ying's shadow... I almost want to copy the comment from the previous chapter (. The whole story is a galaxy, they are the stars and the rings 🐶🌹
Check in, check in, check in, check in
Cooool, this ending is so cool