I Am the Stupid D Author

System flow? Rebirth? Time travel drama? I am also very helpless. This is a story about a eunuch author who fell into his own novel and was forced to practice immortality. Is it painful to not know the ending of a novel about being eunuched by oneself? How cool is it to compete with a very talented protagonist who was written by me? Survive in the cruel environment that I wrote in a moment of pleasure, hate it or not The world he writes about is too big. It would take a lifetime for a mortal to leave the city. Show off or not. How does the four-eyed novice author, who has no power to restrain a chicken, follow the path of spiritual practice? (The protagonist Hei San pokes his head out: Something has gone wrong in this world! I am not the only one who has been reborn, traveled through time, and is systematic!!!)