I Asked You to Fill the Hole, but I Didn't Ask You to Make the Gods Fly Away!

Others wear books to save the world, but I wear books to wipe the gods' butts. When Jiang Le woke up, he found himself in a dangerous world, holding a "pen of creation" that could change anything he drew. Here, ancient myths are not history, but a "collection of stories" written by the ancient "historians of creation". Jiang Le entertained the ancient beasts with his flower-turning hands, performed weight-loss surgery on the gods, and told the ancient gods legends and stories. The gods looked at Jiang Le's various outrageous operations and exclaimed: "This boy's Taoism is so strange and unfathomable. Could it be that he is the incarnation of the Tao?" Jiang Le spread his hands: "I really didn't think too much about it, I just thought it would be more fun. After all, there is nothing more interesting in this world than using your imagination to complete myths!" However, as he filled in more and more "holes", he discovered that he was rewriting the entire prehistoric "script" in an unprecedented way... And the disappearing group of "creation historians" seemed to have begun to take a keen interest in him as a "new screenwriter".