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

A glint of madness flashed in Jiang Mo's eyes.

"Since you all think perfection is bad, then I'll become imperfect."

"Anyway, whether I'm perfect or imperfect, I'm still me."

He looked at the scissor-handed man, his voice turning icy cold.

"Anyone who attempts to alter my existence, regardless of their reason, will meet only one fate."

"Death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire space began to tremble violently.

The scissorhands wanted to use the pre-set scissors, but discovered that they couldn't lock onto Jiang Mo in the present moment.

The other party's existence is like a chaotic fog, which cannot be defined or modified by any tool.

"That's impossible..."

He muttered to himself, "Everything that exists should have a fixed setting... How could this be..."

"Because I transcended the 'setting' itself."

Jiang Mo slowly walked towards him, and with each step, the scissorhands felt his presence growing weaker.

"Settings are shackles used to bind characters."

"We've already smashed those shackles."

Scissors, a senior editor on the creative quality management committee, experienced despair for the first time in his life.

The setting scissors in his hand, the artifact that could modify the basic attributes of any character, were completely ineffective when facing Jiang Mo.

The jet-black scissors began to tremble, emitting a piercing buzzing sound, as if they were wailing about something.

"No...that's impossible...the scissors are the culmination of the committee's highest technology...how could they be ineffective against you..."

The man with the scissor hand retreated in terror, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Jiang Mo looked at him, the madness in her eyes gradually fading, and she regained her composure.

Do you want to know why?

His voice softened again, as if the terrifying aura from before had never existed.

"Because you made a fundamental mistake."

"You think the setting is everything."

"They thought that as long as they mastered the ability to modify settings, they could control anything."

"But you've forgotten the most important point."

Jiang Mo reached out and gently touched the setting scissors in the scissorhands' hand.

The artifact, which was said to be able to modify any existence, instantly turned to dust upon his touch.

"Settings are merely a facade."

"What truly determines the essence of an existence is its 'will'."

"And my will is..."

Jiang Mo's eyes became deep and unfathomable.

"Not defined by any external force, not bound by any rules."

"I can be perfect, or I can be imperfect."

"I can be kind, or I can be evil."

"I can be anything I want to be."

"But I will always be myself."

Upon hearing these words, Scissorhands was utterly devastated.

He understood that the entity before him was completely beyond the scope of their committee's comprehension and control.

"Are you... going to kill me?"

he asked shakily.

Jiang Mo shook his head.

"Killing you would be too easy for you."

"I have a better way to punish."

He raised his hand and pointed lightly at the scissor-hand gesture.

34"Concept rewriting: The profession of the scissor-handler is changed from editor to author. 34"

"From now on, you must create 10,000 words of original fiction every day."

Furthermore, no plot points that modify or weaken the protagonist can be written.

"The protagonist of every story must be invincible, perfect, and an existence that will never fail."

The scissorhands let out a desperate howl.

Asking an editor who is used to revising other people's work to create something, and to write a story with a perfect protagonist, is more painful than killing him.

But Jiang Mo's words are absolute commands.

Under the influence of the power of the Great Dao, the professional attributes of the Scissorhands were forcibly rewritten.

He felt a sudden surge of creative inspiration and impulse into his mind, and his fingers began to involuntarily want to tap the keyboard.

"No...I don't want to be an author...I want to go back to the committee...I want to report to headquarters..."

As he wailed, he was dragged away by some invisible force and disappeared into the void.

Looking at the back of the man with the scissor-hand gesture, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but shiver.

"Boss, this punishment... is too harsh!"

"For an editor, forcing someone to become an author is indeed more cruel than killing them outright."

Athena also looked sympathetic.

There's nothing we can do.

Jiang Mo shrugged. "That's just how creative I am."

"Alright, that's settled here, let's go back."

"Boss." Wang Ye suddenly spoke up, "I think this matter might not be as simple as it seems."

"This guy with the scissor hand is just a small fry; the real trouble is yet to come."

"You mean the Creative Quality Management Committee?"

"That's right." Wang Ye nodded. "Since they dared to send people to correct you, it shows they are very confident in their own strength."

"Moreover, judging from what the scissor-hands said, this committee must be quite large."

Asgard agreed, saying, "My Lord, we should take the initiative and eliminate this threat completely."

"Instead of passively waiting for their next move, we should just storm their stronghold."

Jiang Mo thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"No rush."

"Since they want to play, let's play along and have some fun."

"I'd like to see what this so-called Creative Quality Management Committee is really capable of."

As he spoke, he looked at the crowd.

"Everyone, once you get back, increase your vigilance."

"I have a feeling that the coming period won't be peaceful."

As expected, Jiang Mo's premonition was accurate.

The day after they returned to Earth, the Genesis Headquarters received a special "visit notification".

"Mr. Jiang Mo, we are the official delegation of the Creative Quality Management Committee."

"We will conduct a 'routine inspection' of your managed area in three days."

Please make preparations for receiving the guest.

"Yours sincerely."

Chairman of the Creative Quality Management Committee: The Writer.

Looking at the politely worded but forcefully tone of the notice, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but complain:

"These guys are really shameless."

"Last time they sent people to cause trouble, and this time they're coming for a 'routine inspection'."

"Do you really think we're easy to bully?"

After reading the notification, Jiang Mo's lips curled into a playful smile.

"Since they're coming to inspect, let's treat them well."

"Athena, go and prepare a detailed report on our work."

"We need to exaggerate our grades a bit..."

"How exaggerated?" Athena asked.

"Let's say we successfully managed 34 universes and created 34 million perfect story worlds within three months."

"Moreover, all the main characters achieved absolute invincibility, resulting in 1000% reader satisfaction."

Everyone smiled knowingly upon hearing this.

They understood that their boss was trying to give the visitors a surprise.