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

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.

The frozen guy was immediately sent flying backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Now, let's begin the formal performance."

Jiang Mo looked around. "Act One: The Villain's Provocation."

"Reader, it's your turn to say your lines."

The reader wants to rebel, but finds that he has no control over his behavior.

A powerful narrative force compels him to act according to the script.

"Jiang Mo!"

He roared in frustration, "Don't be so arrogant! We, the Metanarrative Council, have plenty of ways to deal with you!"

"Very good, that was very natural."

Jiang Mo nodded in satisfaction. "Next are my lines."

"Is that so? Then I'll see what else you've got up your sleeve."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire space changed again.

Countless figures appeared from the void; they were all members of the Metanarrative Council.

Leading the group was a dignified old man in a long golden robe, whose aura was several times stronger than that of the previous readers.

"Anyone who dares to act recklessly in the meta-narrative space is guilty of an unforgivable crime!"

The old man's voice resounded like thunder throughout the space: "I am the chairman of the Meta-Narrative Council, codenamed 'Author'."

"Today I'll show you what true creative power is."

Author?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo's face lit up with interest. "Another interesting character has arrived."

"But isn't it a bit too arrogant of you to call yourself the author in front of me?"

Arrogant?

The Speaker sneered, "I have created countless worlds, shaped countless characters, and wield the supreme power of narrative!"

"And you, you're nothing more than a character who climbed up from a lower world!"

"For a character to challenge the author is utterly delusional!"

As he spoke, he raised his hands and began to mobilize the power of the entire meta-narrative space.

"The Secrets of Creation: Rewritten!"

A vast creative force surged toward Jiang Mo, attempting to fundamentally redefine his existence.

This force was more terrifying than any of the previous attacks because it wasn't attacking Jiang Mo's abilities or body, but rather his "setting" itself.

The speaker wants to reclassify Jiang Mo as an ordinary minor character and completely strip him of all his special abilities.

However, the moment this force touched Jiang Mo, something unexpected happened again.

That vast creative power not only did not affect Jiang Mo, but was directly absorbed by him.

"What?!"

The speaker was horrified to discover that Jiang Mo was taking away his power.

"That's impossible! The power of creation is the author's exclusive ability; characters can't possibly possess it!"

"Who told you I'm a character?"

Jiang Mo began to emanate a creative aura even stronger than the Speaker's. "I've said it before, I'm not a created character, I am creation itself."

"You so-called authors are nothing more than players in my eyes."

"But I am the real game creator."

He stretched out his hand and pointed lightly at the speaker.

'Reset: The Metanarrative Council Chairman has been demoted from Creator to Administrator.'

"From now on, you can only manage existing stories, not create new ones."

No—!

The speaker let out a desperate howl, feeling his creative power rapidly draining away.

In no time, he went from a supreme being capable of creating the world to an ordinary administrator who could only maintain the existing order.

The other members of parliament were shocked by what they saw.

Even the Speaker of the Council is no match for Jiang Mo, so how could they possibly resist?

"Now, it's your turn."

Jiang Mo turned to the others, the light in his eyes filling everyone with fear.

"I'll give you two choices."

"First, surrender willingly, accept my reformation, and become my tool."

"Second, they resisted to the end, and then I forcibly rewrote their names into the lowest-level background."

Which one would you choose?

Faced with such a threat, the members of the Metanarrative Council looked at each other in bewilderment.

They are all arrogant beings, used to looking down on all living beings. It is really hard for them to accept that they should surrender.

However, the strength that Jiang Mo displayed was truly terrifying.

Even the speaker was easily defeated; they had no chance of winning.

"We...we surrender!"

Ultimately, someone was the first to speak out.

"We are willing to accept your modifications!"

With the first, there is the second.

Soon, all the members of parliament chose to surrender.

"Very good."

Jiang Mo nodded in satisfaction. "Since you're so sensible, I won't make things difficult for you."

"From this day forward, the Metanarrative Council will be renamed the Creative Management Committee, specifically responsible for maintaining order in all worlds."

"And I am your supreme leader."

"Is there a problem?"

No!

Everyone answered in unison; no one dared to disagree.

Jiang Mo nodded, then looked at Feng Baobao, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines.

"Baby, what do you think of this place?"

Feng Baobao looked around and then shook her head.

"Nothing is as comfortable as Earth."

"There isn't even a barbecue stall here."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo couldn't help but laugh.

"That makes sense."

"Let's go home then."

"We'll leave this to them to manage themselves."

Then, he addressed the newly appointed members of the management committee:

"Remember, don't ever try to take over my territory again."

"Focus on doing your job well."

"If I find out you're slacking off or doing anything underhanded..."

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, "You'll bear the consequences."

"Understood!"

Everyone nodded hurriedly, afraid that they would be punished if they were even a second too slow.

Jiang Mo nodded in satisfaction, then disappeared into the metanarrative space with Feng Baobao.

......

Earth, Longhu Mountain.

When Jiang Mo and Feng Baobao reappeared, they found Zhang Chulan and the others still waiting anxiously.

"Boss!"

Seeing Jiang Mo return, Zhang Chulan immediately rushed over. "How is it? Have you dealt with the enemy?"

"Solved."

Jiang Mo said calmly, "From now on, no one will attack us from a meta-narrative perspective."

"Really?"

Asgard was somewhat incredulous, "You resolved the entire Metanarrative Council so quickly?"

"It's not a solution, it's incorporation."

Jiang Mo corrected, "They are all my subordinates now."

"From now on, I will be specifically responsible for maintaining order in the multiverse."

Upon hearing this news, everyone showed expressions of shock.

They knew their leader was strong, but they didn't expect him to be this strong.

They can even recruit an entity like the Meta-Narrative Council; they're practically invincible.

"Alright, that's settled. Everyone, go about your business."

Jiang Mo waved his hand, "I need to rest for a bit."

"Oh, right, Chu Lan, prepare some barbecue ingredients."

"Let's have a celebration party tonight."