I'm not willing to be a cannon fodder for the female supporting role anymore

Yueying opened her eyes and found herself floating in the air. Was it a dream?

I didn’t write any supernatural plots today, so how come I dreamed about my soul leaving my body?

"Because you force the characters to behave in a variety of unreasonable ways when writing, you attract a lot of vengeful spirits. I'm here..."

"Ah~~~"

Yueying followed the sound and saw a child who was also floating in the air, but with only half of his body.

"Shut up, ￥%...."

The child mumbled something incomprehensible, and finally said "shut up", and Yueying could no longer make any sound.

Helplessly, she could only struggle hard in the air.

Seeing the disdainful look in the kid's eyes, Yueying really wanted to grab him and beat him up. You were still so arrogant in my dream.

"You are not dreaming. You have read so many time-travel novels, why are you reacting so strongly?"

The child rolled his eyes and turned sideways to avoid the girl who was approaching with bared fangs and claws.

Can he see through my mind?

In fact, this paragraph can be written in the next story.

It is too cliché that a common girl wins the favor of the school bully just because she is not afraid of power.

If she suddenly met such a ghost, and the ghost fell in love with her and silently helped her do some things behind her, it would be fine, leading to her being loved by the school bully.

Be sure to remember this, otherwise you won’t be able to remember anything when you wake up.

Yueying kept reciting in her heart, not taking the child's existence seriously at all.

The child shook his head speechlessly, revealing his full human form.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he walked straight to Yueying's bed, leaned against the headboard, and just lay down on her bed.

Hey, kid, you haven't even taken off your shoes, it's my bed! You can't be so uncultured even in a dream, right?

"This is an illusion, not your real bedroom, why are you yelling?"

The child was rocking on Yueying's pink bed with his legs crossed.

Forget it, as long as it’s not my real bedroom.

"Let's not talk about your poor writing skills. I'm here because some characters in the world you wrote are on strike. The world can't function, so they have to summon you to fix it."

"Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm...

"Speechless, Yueying was not convinced in her heart, who do you say has bad writing skills?! I still have hundreds of readers, okay?

"Stop whining. Let me introduce myself. My name is Xiao P. From now on, I will be the one to help you mend the world."

As he spoke, Xiao P waved his hand, and Yueying found that he could speak.

"So you are the kind of system that needs to complete tasks? Oh my god, am I really dreaming?"

Yueying pinched herself a few times, and kept pinching herself, and it hurt.

"Yes. In fact, in the real world, many excellent time-travel novels are about the authors returning from missions with their memories of the missions erased. They just think those experiences are something called inspiration."

"If I fail in my mission, will I be wiped out?"

"Correct."

"No, no, what about my parents? I still have a family. I just wrote some articles. Why do you want to kill people?"

"Well, I'm very kind. I will modify your parents' memories so that they won't remember that they gave birth to you."

Little P took a serious look at the host, and his first reaction was to think of his parents. This author is a filial person.

Yueying looked at the half-grown child in front of her with her mouth open and couldn't close it, digesting what he had just said.

"Can you let me down first?"

Xiao P waved his hand, and Yueying's feet stepped on the soft carpet.

Subconsciously, Yueying would rather believe that she was in a dream. She pretended to comfort herself, then lay down on her bed and closed her eyes, hoping that when she woke up, it would be another normal day.

Little P turned over, supported his head, and lay in front of the girl.

"Host, you can't do this. Don't die if you can't complete a single mission."

"Kid, let's talk, can you let me go?"

Yueying opened her eyes resignedly, sighed, and pinched herself again. It hurt.

"The contradictions you wrote are too great, and the characters are unwilling to do it. Of course, you need to fix them yourself, otherwise there will be too much resentment to dissipate, and it will affect the real world."

"Then...Is it okay if I delete all the novels I wrote now?"

"Emmm, theoretically you can, but it has to be before I find you. In fact, there are many authors like you, but we can't arrest all the authors who write nonsense to do tasks, we don't have that much energy. Those who come to do remedial tasks are generally selected according to the lowest luck. After all, erasing the people with the lowest sense of existence consumes the least cost for us."

Little P moved his body on the bed, stood up a pillow on one side, leaned it against his back and sat up again.

Seeing Yueying still in a daze, he spoke with some reluctance but also some disgust.

"Your IQ is difficult to deal with. To put it bluntly, your presence in the world is relatively low. So after you were chosen, in addition to running the world you wrote, we also have to run the worlds written by authors with good luck and strong presence."

Hearing herself being belittled by a child like that, Yueying hadn't fully accepted the fact that she had "won the prize". She opened her mouth but didn't say anything.

After a pause, Yueying pinched herself again and felt as if she was sitting up in shock from a dying illness. Her hands, which were supporting her on the bed, were trembling slightly.

"I'm going to go on a mission. What about the current world? Will it be suspended?"

"No, I will use my energy to leave a copy for you. She will do your job, follow your normal life trajectory, get married and have children, and do everything you would do until you complete your mission and return here. Of course, it is also possible that you don't come back and she will help you die of old age."

"Didn't you say that if I was erased, you would erase my parents' memories?"

Why bother making a replica?

"That's not ruled out. You were too slow in completing the task, but you managed to avoid being wiped out."

"According to what you said, if I go on a mission to cultivate immortality, will I be able to come back?"

"One day in the human world is like ten years in books."

"If I'm to complete a mission that takes 10,000 years, wouldn't it be over in three years? If I complete a few more, my life will be almost over..."

"For a system like ours that only needs to help the characters live a good life, there are very few missions in the world of cultivation. After all, there are many coincidences there, and the supporting characters rarely go on strike."

"So...how many missions do I need to complete before I can come back?"

"It's related to your rating for completing the mission. As long as you find a way to erase the far-fetched plots of the characters on strike and make the world run normally, you can complete a mission. This usually gives you 60 to 70 points. If you successfully fix other bugs in the process, it will be added. In other words, the better the completion of each story, the fewer missions you have to do."

Yueying rolled her eyes. This kind of explanation, which was as good as saying nothing, was really official.

"I'm so angry, but I can only keep smiling. I want to prepare and start the task in two days, okay?"

The IQ of this host is really worrying. His spirit has been extracted, and he still wants to go back and prepare?

or……