Some twenty years ago, in a small shoddy apartment on the edge of some city, a baby was born. The young mother, caring only for her own future tossed the baby to the workaholic father and left for another man. A richer, taller, more handsome man.

Faced with an approaching deadline and imminent death from the editor's wrath, the father named this baby the most crude, stupid name possible in his limited time and barely managed to keep the child alive to this day.

This child was indeed Li Zimu, son of a single father who wrote xianxia novels for a living, and our protagonist who choked to death on instant noodles the day before his 18th birthday. He had not even held the hand of a woman, let alone gotten a girlfriend. His short and unfulfilling life was filled with nothing but novels and deadlines, bls and harems.

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Filled with grievances and unparalleled wisdom when it came to second-rate webnovels, Li Zimu… died.

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???: *snicker* *giggle* *cough cough* This kid is too much. Ah crap his soul is dispersing, I can’t lose this precious source of entertainment, I mean, I have to make it up to him for living such a sad life. Yeah that.

This benevolent god shall grant him another chance as well as one wish! Huhuhu

And with such thoughts, a gigantic, formless hand reached down and grabbed onto Li Zimu’s wriggly little soul, and with a flick, sent it away, completely altering it’s fate.