One person said: "If I make you a holy child, will you be granted godhood through the art of Gu

From then on, the author lived a life of intense, grueling writing.

Meanwhile, Jiang Mo, along with Feng Baobao and occasionally Zhang Chulan and the others, embarked on a truly free and unrestrained... dimensional journey.

They went to watch the final battle at the Valley of the End at the Naruto movie theater next door, and incidentally helped Naruto and Sasuke resolve their family conflict.

I went to the One Piece world and boarded Luffy's Thousand Sunny, experiencing the romance of the Age of Exploration.

Occasionally, Jiang Mo would return to his own world to see how the players whose minds he had liberated were searching for the true meaning of their existence without the system and quests.

Asgard opened a brewery, determined to brew beer that could rival the God King's happy water.

Athena became the librarian of the universe's largest library, dedicated to the dissemination of knowledge.

Meanwhile, the King of War started a cosmic security company with the slogan: "Give me the money, and I'll beat any god down."

The world has become more interesting, and more...real.

One day, in some unknown dimensional rift.

Jiang Mo and Feng Baobao sat side by side on a floating meteorite, watching countless story worlds in the distance rise and fall like stars.

"Jiang Mo".

"Ok?"

"Where...are we going to have fun next?"

Jiang Mo smiled and pointed to the endless dimensional sea, full of infinite possibilities.

"Wherever you want to go, we'll go."

Because he is the Great Way.

The Great Way is everywhere.

After experiencing the unimaginable twists and turns of the god-killing author.

Jiang Mo thought he could finally enjoy eternal peace and freedom.

He took Feng Baobao on a true dimensional journey beyond the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements.

They have witnessed the birth and destruction of countless story worlds, tasted the fine wine brewed with laws, and fished in the ocean of concepts.

However, as time went on—if the concept of time still held any meaning for him.

Jiang Mo gradually sensed that something was wrong again.

A sense of unease that is more profound and more fundamental than the previous system bugs.

On this day, he and Feng Baobao were listening to the most primordial chords from the beginning of the universe in a world made of pure music.

Suddenly, Jiang Mo's brows furrowed tightly again.

"Here we go again..." he muttered to himself.

"Jiang Mo, what's wrong? Don't you like this music?" Feng Baobao asked vaguely, munching on an apple made up of C major chords.

"No."

Jiang Mo shook his head, his eyes becoming incredibly deep.

He felt that he, and the Great Dao itself, seemed to be bound by an invisible, inescapable shackle.

This shackle does not limit his power, nor does it interfere with his will.

It merely... defines the nature of his existence.

It's as if, no matter how powerful he becomes, no matter how many universes he can reshape, he is still essentially the protagonist.

The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, giving him a jolt.

He got it!

Although he defeated the irresponsible author and even gained the ability to modify the story.

However, the roots of his existence remain firmly planted in that original story.

He can modify the content of the story, but he cannot change the fundamental premise that he is a character in the story.

The author he punished by making him write 20,000 words a day.

Although they lost control over him, they left him with the most vicious and inescapable curse.

That is the protagonist's halo and the accompanying plot attraction.

As long as he remains the protagonist, events and troubles will come knocking on his door like sharks smelling blood.

Did he ever think about living a life of leisure?

impossible!

Because the protagonist's mission is to constantly face new challenges, resolve new crises, and drive the plot forward.

"So that's it..."

Jiang Mo gave a wry smile.

"I jumped out of one cage, only to find that I had just entered a larger and more invisible cage."

"Author, you've really given me a huge surprise."

The moment he realized all of this.

"Boom——!"

The entire dimensional sea began to boil violently.

Countless story worlds, like dumplings thrown into boiling water, begin to collide, merge, and annihilate each other in a frenzy.

A terrifying will, filled with chaos, disorder, and gibberish, suddenly awakened from the deepest part of the dimensional sea!

That was not any known enemy.

That is not nothingness, not chaos, and certainly not some blank slate.

That is……

The opposite of all stories.

It is a collection of resentment towards all unfinished, discontinued, and illogical works.

It is the embodiment of a dimensional bug.

A twisted mess of countless fragmented stories, abandoned character designs, and forgotten plot foreshadowing... the ultimate Frankenstein's monster!

Its name is...

The Emperor of Plot Collapse.

“Hehehehehehe——!!!”

A piercing, sharp laugh, seemingly emanating from countless different characters simultaneously, resounded throughout the entire dimensional sea.

The terrifying being known as the Emperor of Plot Collapse slowly rose from the chaotic data stream, revealing its indescribable body.

Its body is sometimes a magical girl wielding a lightsaber, sometimes a powerful cultivator driving a tractor, and sometimes a piece of meaningless HTML code.

Its very existence is the ultimate mockery of logic and rationality.

[Found... a high-quality protagonist sample...]

The plot... is... extremely complete...

[Logically consistent...]

[Damn it... I hate... stories like yours that are written in a complete and finished form!]

[To devour...you!]

Let your story... become... a complete mess!

The Emperor of Plot Derailment has set his sights on Jiang Mo!

It could sense that the stable, powerful, and logically consistent aura of the protagonist emanating from Jiang Mo was, to it, an unparalleled delicacy, and also... its most hated enemy!

Another one?

Jiang Mo looked at this enemy with a peculiar style and helplessly rubbed his forehead.

"As expected, the protagonist is synonymous with trouble."

"Baby, step back a little, this guy... is a bit off-putting."

Feng Baobao obediently took a few steps back, but her eyes were full of curiosity, as if she were looking at some novel animal.

"bring it on."

Jiang Mo beckoned to the Emperor of Plot Collapse with his finger.

"Let me see what this collection of bugs really can do."

[Plot-driven death - forced intelligence reduction aura!]

The Emperor of Plot Collapse strikes first!

It did not launch any physical or energy attack, but instead directly invoked... one of the author's supreme privileges.

An invisible aura, filled with irrationality, enveloped Jiang Mo.

Jiang Mo felt as if a hundred tons of cement had been forcibly injected into his brain.

His supreme wisdom, which was enough to see through the great Dao and predict the future, began to decline rapidly at this moment.