The Daily Life of a Lazy Author Transmigrating into a Book and Doing Nothing

"Ahhh! Hey, I'm not dead? Hmm, no, why am I flat? Ah, how did I turn into a man?"

The voice suddenly appeared in Si Ming's ears one day. At the time, he thought it was just an echo left behind when he was investigating someone's fate.

But when his body began to spiral out of control, Si Ming realized something was wrong.

"Hmm, she's quite good-looking. Could this be a time-travel story? Haha, does this mean I can also start a harem, marry a rich and beautiful woman, and reach the pinnacle of life..."

"Who are you?"

"Who's talking?"

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Si Ming quickly regained control of his body, and at the same time, the noisy voice in his mind rang out again.

"Hey, why is my hand moving by itself?"

"These are my hands."

"Your hand? So this wasn't my body before? Where did I end up? No, did I really time travel? Or am I dreaming?"

Si Ming didn't know the answers to most of what the other person said, but soon he figured out a line of thought.

"You mean, you are not a person of this world."

……

"So, the world I've described is truly the same as what's written in that book you're reading?"

"Well, it's hard to say. After all, that author is always missing updates and didn't write about the Celestial Realm in detail, only mentioning it briefly, so it could be a coincidence. However, your name is indeed the same as the founder of the immortal sect in that story, and there's also that person you just mentioned named Si Tu..."

"He shares the same name as that Demon Lord."

Si Ming filled in the missing half of the sentence for the other person, though he didn't know if the other person came from the so-called outside, nor how much truth was in their words. But one thing Si Ming was certain of: their world was definitely not unique, and there was also a hand above the Heavenly Dao.

Therefore, even though what the other party said seemed unbelievable to others, Si Ming felt it was very likely. However…

Why are you inside me?

"Well, I didn't come here. It wasn't my own idea either. That jerk updated his blog, and I was just looking at it when..."

The words in his mind suddenly stopped, and then a sharp explosion was heard, startling Si Ming.

"Oh no, that's right, I was reading that book at the time. Could I have really been transported into the world inside the book? I'm doomed..."

"Why?"

"Didn't I just say that you were killed by Si Tu not long after you founded the Immortal Sect? You died a terrible death, and your body was never found. No, no, listen to my advice, run away now and hide. Maybe you can still live."

At that moment, a thunderclap suddenly rang out, seemingly far away yet also close at hand.

At that moment, the God of Fate was certain that what this person said was true, and that the thunder just now was a warning from Heaven. It warned him not to act rashly and not to try to change things.

However, he still ended up saying too much.

"The Celestial Realm has been destroyed..."

At this moment, Si Ming stood amidst the ruins of the fallen Heaven, his body slightly hunched, his sleeves torn.

Although his fate was not yet over, he still suffered a considerable punishment because of that one careless remark, and all his cultivation was destroyed.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you still alive?"

Si Ming looked up at the cloudless sky, and heard the person's anxious call in his mind, but he did not answer. He just stood there looking at the position of the celestial realm, as if he could see through the sky and into the unreachable outside world.

"Is that our creator? Cough cough, the design is rather unkempt, cough cough..."

"Oh dear, stop talking about that. The most urgent thing now is to find something to save our lives. I wonder if there's anything useful in these ruins. Speaking of which, has the Heavenly Dao really gone mad? Can you still establish a celestial sect in your current state?"

Si Ming's body suddenly moved, but it wasn't him moving on his own; rather, the other party was controlling his body to walk forward step by step.

“You said that I died long before the great battle and was not a key person. Now that I know the secrets of heaven, it is understandable that heaven wants to replace me.”

As Si Ming spoke, he let out a bitter laugh, but was rudely interrupted by the other party.

"Pah, pah, pah! What do you mean 'understandable'? How can someone be so careless about their own life?"

"My fate was already sealed, leading to death. And as you've seen, even a few words of defying destiny come at a tremendous price. I..."

Si Ming's words were interrupted again, as the other party had already squatted down and begun searching through the ruins of the Heavenly Realm.

"Stop talking nonsense. Who can escape death? I've already died once. No one can change their own death, but what's the point of a life if you only look at the result and not the process? Look at me, although my death was pathetic, my life... well, I didn't live a particularly spectacular life either. But you're different. You're so amazing, you created a sect, and your five disciples are all incredibly talented, much better than me. And..."

At this point, countless pills and spiritual herbs appeared in Siming's hands.

"Even if death cannot be changed, the reason for death is always up to oneself. As the saying goes, since one will die whether one rebels or not, why not rebel?"

"Hehe, what you said would be considered a valid statement in any country in the world."

Upon hearing these ambitious words, Siming couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Besides, where did you get this proverb from?"

"Never mind that! I don't know what these things are for. Just pick the best ones to eat."

……

Centuries later, Si Ming's cultivation slowly recovered, and he gradually gathered his five destined disciples.

These five disciples had different personalities, and although they were a bit noisy, it wasn't a problem for him, who preferred quiet.

Oh no, I should say that compared to the person with whom he shared a single soul, his disciples were relatively quiet. Or perhaps, over the years, he had simply grown accustomed to it.

"Oh dear, being a parent of five children all these years has really been tough on me."

"Teaching Yu'er to drink, secretly reading Yan'er's diary, accompanying Xiao Lingqi to bully Yao'er's pet every day, and being called a pervert by Xiao Lingyao, hmm, parents like you are rare in the world."

"What are you talking about? What I'm doing is, cough cough, learning through play and teaching according to aptitude. I don't think you understand that at all."

Hearing the other party's sophistry, Si Ming let out a soft laugh, followed by a brief silence.

"By the way, is it today?"

"Yes, I have already asked Yu'er to take them down the mountain."

"is it?"

Another silence followed, until the other person couldn't help but ask, "How are you feeling now?"

“I know Si Tu’s strength very well. I can’t win no matter what. I will surely die in a head-on confrontation. As for escaping, I can’t sever the fate of the Heavenly Dao, so I can’t escape forever. Besides, protecting my disciple is a master’s duty, isn’t it?”

"Okay, just be prepared."

"how about you?"

Siming's sudden question made the other person ask in confusion, "What's wrong with me?"

"You might die too, aren't you afraid?"

"Oh my, what's our relationship? Why are you talking about this? A double suicide for love, how romantic..."

Although the other person's words were full of laughter, her slightly trembling voice still betrayed her deep-seated fear, but Si Ming did not expose it.

"By the way, do you miss home?"

"Of course I'd like to, but one must always look forward. Since I'm going to die young over there, I might as well live a long and fulfilling life here for a few hundred years. Haha, after all, people over there don't live that long. To be honest, being able to live this many years, and even take on five such excellent disciples with you, well, I can die without regrets..."

Later, he confronted Si Tu as if it were fate, originally intending to send her back by sacrificing himself, but unfortunately he failed.

But he did not die. His soul was imprisoned in Si Tu's spiritual space. Thanks to this, a thousand years later, he was able to glimpse the world beyond the heavens and see the world she came from.

And what about her?

Standing before the tombstone erected for him by his disciple, the soul of the Fate Master gradually dissipated.

That day, through the connection between the group and the Heavenly Dao and the outer heavens, Si Tu tore open a hole in the world.

Since Si Tu was able to leave, and she, who originally belonged to the outside world and was not bound by the Heavenly Dao, would not be affected by the Heavenly Dao, there was no reason why she couldn't go back.

Now everything is well in the immortal sect. Although there has been some misfortune, he knows very well that this matter cannot defeat them.

With the help of that creator, Meng'er was given a new identity and continued her cultivation.

Although some things deviated from his plans, he still achieved his goal, except...

Hehe, if I could, I really want to hear that somewhat noisy voice one last time...

"Hey, wake up..."

After a series of calls, Si Ming opened his eyes. He was in a cave, a place he was not entirely familiar with, but he did have some recollection of.

After learning the art of beast taming, she kept the few spirit beasts she had picked up in this secret realm. However, she later abandoned them here. In the other person's words, this was called "releasing animals to accumulate merit."

Before Si Ming was a girl dressed in a daring, even indecent, manner. Her clothes were very thin, with almost no fabric on the sleeves of her upper body, revealing her two white arms, while her lower body was covered only up to her knees, exposing her calves as well.

"Hmph, are you stunned by my stunning beauty?"

"you……"

Although the other person's appearance was completely unfamiliar, their voice had rang in Si Ming's ears countless times. Yet, the other person seemed not to recognize him, pointing at him arrogantly and saying:

"It was I who saved you, so shouldn't you repay me with your body, young master?"

But the man sitting on the ground did not answer. Instead, he looked at her and murmured to himself, "Are you still alive? Or have we both perished, or perhaps..."

"Pah, pah, pah! Although I don't know why you suddenly appeared here, I promise we're both still alive and well."

"is it?"

Si Ming looked at the other person, a smile gradually appearing on his face, which made the person pretending to be stupid cough twice to ease his mind.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"I just never expected to see you again."

“Our world doesn’t allow people to come back to life, so there’s no way I can go back. Therefore, I can only stay here with great difficulty.”