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

"Can they really be saved using a script?"

"I don't know. That book isn't mine, and I've never used it. I just wanted you to revise it."

These words sounded somewhat careless and irresponsible. Yu Xianxian bit her lip and pulled the script from her pocket. She had always known that scripts were magical, capable of revealing a great deal of information from just a few words, but she had only ever read them and never thought of changing their contents, or rather, she had never even considered that their contents could be changed.

"At that moment, a deafening roar echoed through the sky, and our headless knight made his dazzling entrance. Ah, really, it's just a suit of armor, a sword, and a bit of demonic energy; it doesn't seem particularly formidable. No, that would be a grave mistake. Because it's quite clear that our heroes are finding it extremely difficult to deal with him."

Moreover, this armor is incredibly clever; it severely damaged our healer with its first attack, and our healer, Yunmeng, is currently incapacitated. Oh, Su Jin'er has stepped in, but it seems she's struggling quite a bit. Alright, now, Bai Ge joins the battle.

Oh no, this armored creature charged towards Lin Zifu! Clearly, it's somewhat intelligent, realizing Lin Zifu has an escape route. Fortunately, our side isn't going to be outdone. Oh, it's Shangguan Huan and Bai Ge! They blocked the armored creature's attack, protecting our mage. Let's give them a round of applause!

No, what I saw was a mask, and Si Tu, that old... uh, handsome old man, had regained control of Yu Xianxian's body. And, shockingly, the armor seemed to obey his commands—ah, it was on! This guy was wearing this armor, whose name we haven't decided on yet, and it was even scaled down to fit Yu Xianxian's height. But none of that matters. The point is that Si Tu, that old... handsome old man, is killing people. Yes, and his first target was our Yunmeng—oh no, my beautiful Yun—oh no, the other beauties and handsome men.

Our Comrade Yu Xianxian clearly wanted to stop it, but unfortunately, before she could finish a single word, everyone was dead.

died!

The word "death" stung Yu Xianxian's eyes. From the moment Yunmeng's blood soaked her chest, she regretted not using that request from the beginning, not telling that bastard Si Tu not to touch them. She knew that guy wasn't a kind person at all.

Damn, damn, damn...

It was unclear whether Yu Xianxian was cursing Si Tu or herself with those two words. She knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face and onto the script.

Once again, she watched helplessly as someone important died before her eyes.

"Even if you continue to cry, Heaven will take pity on you and let them live."

Just then, one of the culprits had to come over and add a few sarcastic remarks, making Yu Xianxian feel like she was about to lose her mind.

"If the script can't bring them back to life, then let's stay at the bottom of the sea together."

Yu Xianxian spoke calmly. Initially, she hadn't cared much about this world in the book, but over the past seven years, she had at least developed two people she cared about. Now, however, one of them had slipped away, and if... if they really couldn't be saved, she might actually do something drastic.

Moreover, saying this makes it even more likely that this guy won't hold back. After all, he's a Demon Lord who's lived for countless years; Yu Xianxian doesn't believe that he truly has no other way besides such an outrageous method as rewriting the script.

Unexpectedly, Yu Xianxian suddenly said something like that. Si Tu narrowed his eyes, and his good mood vanished.

"Do you really think you can threaten me every time?"

"It's not a threat, it's revenge. I'm just a mortal without spiritual roots, so I can't cultivate. Of course, even if I did, it's hard to say whether I could even hurt you. Making the Demon Lord stay at the bottom of this water for decades is the greatest revenge I can take."

"Ha, revenge from a mortal? That's interesting."

Although this wasn't a sneer from Si Tu, his expression slightly lowered. "Yu Xianxian, who is taking revenge on whom?"

Wiping the water stains off the book with her hand, Yu Xianxian stared intently at the word "death," about to take action, when she suddenly stopped.

"Si Tu".

"What's the matter?"

"Do you have a pen?"

Si Tu: ...

"I have a sword, would you like to borrow it to commit suicide?"

Is this woman stupid or just plain stupid to ask someone with only spiritual consciousness if they have a pen?

"It's not impossible. It seems the script can't be changed. We can become fish food together."

As she spoke, Yu Xianxian picked up the Dragon-Slaying Sword that she had just thrown on the ground and began to demonstrate it against her neck. Hmm, this gesture shouldn't hurt too much.

Seeing that Yu Xianxian was actually preparing for an unhappy ending to her second life, Si Tu was about to frown, but when he heard that she was still concerned about how to cut her neck without it hurting, he was speechless for a moment.

He had seen many people who were so desperate that they sought death, but Yu Xianxian didn't look like someone who was so desperate that they wanted to die.

Si Tu sighed, rubbing her forehead. Yes, this guy wasn't desperate, because she was still threatening him; she was pinning her hopes on him, the culprit. Ha! Just a few more decades in this godforsaken place—did she really think he'd care?

The next second, a calligraphy brush appeared in front of Yu Xianxian and then fell onto the script.

"Thank you so much, Demon Lord. You're such a kind person."

"Good guy" Si Tu: ...Sure enough, compared to a mere few decades, this woman's ability to drive him crazy is clearly far superior. If it weren't for (this part was omitted from the script), I would really think he would care about these things.

"Your Majesty, we only have a pen but no ink. How are we supposed to write?"

"This pen doesn't need ink."

"Then, Demon Lord, may I have this pen?"

"It's already yours."

"By the way, Demon Lord, how do I modify this thing? Can I just erase the beginning?"

"Ah."

Yu Xianxian flipped to the section where they had just entered the temple. Thick ink smeared the text, and the next second, the text and the ink disappeared together, leaving a blank space.

A glint of light flashed in Yu Xianxian's eyes. It really was true. Since the text hadn't disappeared, it might actually be possible to change it. As she began to erase the remaining parts, she started to ponder: So the question is, why does the Demon Lord know so much about revising the script?

Although the Demon Lord kept saying he couldn't explain it, he had given a clear answer during the initial prompting and when she asked how to revise it, showing he wasn't clueless at all. Most importantly, the Demon Lord knew about the script but wasn't surprised at all. What did that mean? It meant… well, Yu Xianxian only had a few guesses in her mind and couldn't be sure, but she remembered this.

"Your Majesty, I suddenly remembered something."

"what happened again?"

"I don't think I know how to write calligraphy."

Si Tu: ...

"If I can't write, I can't revise. It seems I can only become underwater trash along with the Demon Lord. After all, this is the greatest revenge I can take as a mere mortal."

Si Tu: ...No, the revenge you've infuriated him for is far greater than a mere few decades.

"I'll write it for you."

Si Tu didn't know how he said those words, but he must have been so angry at the time that he was completely out of control.

"Yu Xianxian, you must live well."

"No need for the Demon Lord to trouble himself."

"No, you must live until the day I kill you with my own hands."

Yu Xianxian: ...Okay, Demon Lord Dog.