Old Screenwriter: I Forged a Throne Out of Fear

Reality is a thin eggshell, and beyond the eggshell lies the unspeakable abyss and the whispers of the Old Ones. Only ignorance is the greatest protective color for human beings. Until that day, a third-rate suspense writer Shen Yi had a [Theater of Delusions] in his mind. Every word he types will become a script to correct reality; Every weird story he makes up will be turned into a weapon against the gods. Therefore, in order to protect this precarious world, Shen Yi had to become the biggest fraudster. He invented an ancient organization called the "Parliament of Black Day", which acted as the only night watchman in this godless era. The faceless killer in a trench coat, the steam priest holding a Gatling, the plague doctor wandering in dreams... The world respects them, worships them, and regards them as the last line of defense for mankind. But no one knows that these arrogant heroes and monsters are just "vests" carefully sorted out by Shen Yi while drinking instant coffee in a cheap rental house. "Don't look directly at a god, unless... That god is played by me." Looking at the indescribable thing descending into the sky, Shen Yi pushed up his glasses and typed three words at the end of the document: Execute it