I'm Really Not the Author Himself

My name is Hu Qian, and I am a pigeon author on a certain website. When a disaster occurred, the novel I wrote came true, and I was forced to embark on a journey of filling in the pit with real people. No matter how you fill in the holes, the readers behind it are just not satisfied. In a rage, the true image of the disaster was revealed. At this point, the entire Internet began to search for the creator of "The Disaster of Ten Thousand Forms". Being mixed in with the crowd, my heartbeat was abnormally fast. Waiting online, I'm really worried about how I can survive to the end without losing my vest! Um? Wrong? Will this story have an ending?