Change Your Life by Writing

I entered a sadistic novel. I thought I was here to save people. The system said that as long as I repaired this "reader-dissatisfied world" to satisfaction, I could go home. The tool is very simple: I can change one word for each key plot. So the villain lives. The story is messed up. I thought I was here to fix the plot, but I found that - every word change has a price. Passersby disappeared, memories were confused, and the world began to bite back. And the villain I rescued grabbed me paranoidly: "Others see me as a lunatic, but you are the only one standing so close to me." What makes me even more desperate is that the original heroine refused to be saved: "Why do you think your 'right' is more correct than my life?" I began to wonder: Could the "salvation" I thought of be just another form of arrogance? When the story becomes a "coming-of-age story", who is whose salvation?