Chapter 3: Adaptation is not random editing

Chugo felt like he was hallucinating.

The heroine ran out of the book?

She even put a sword on the author's neck, threatening not to write that she fell in love with the male protagonist...

Could it be that masturbating too much has caused mental problems and hysteria?

But looking at the door, it was closed tightly, and there was no sound of it opening or closing just now, and she suddenly appeared behind me...

How did this come about?

If you say that a thief sneaked in, that doesn't make sense. What thief would come in and ask him to modify the book? You say that a hacker saw that your writing was too rubbish and hacked your computer to do it for you. That's more logical than this!

Besides, this woman is so beautiful...

Chu Ge originally thought that Gu Ruoyan was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in real life, but he didn't expect that within a few hours, this perception would be broken by the person in front of him. Her appearance was fine, but her temperament was really hard to describe. She looked stern and angry, but surprisingly made people feel ethereal and dreamy, as if she was about to fly away at any time and merge into the clouds.

Is this the temperament and imagery that modern people can have?

From her appearance to her temperament and even her attire, she completely matches the description in the book. Where can you find a woman like this to COS with you?

Did it really come out of a book?

But I am not an immortal, how can I make the world in the book real?

After all, Chu Ge was a writer who was used to wandering in all kinds of imaginations and had a relatively high acceptance of all kinds of bizarre events. He finally managed not to be so confused that he didn't know what to say. He said with some difficulty: "If you have something to say, please talk it over nicely. Can you put down your sword first..."

Qiu Wuji stared at his neck, his expression flickering as if he was thinking something. Suddenly, the sword disappeared out of thin air: "I don't need a sword to kill you."

Chu Ge: “…”

Not only do you not need to use a sword, if you are really Qiu Wuji, then you are an ascended master, and your momentum can kill me...

But the feeling this person gave me... the sense of oppression was not that exaggerated...

Or is it just because she doesn't want to kill anyone?

"Get up!" Qiu Wuji lifted Chu Ge off the chair like a chicken and sat down on it.

Then……

Stuck.

Chu Ge stood aside with his hands in his pockets, glancing at the perfect jade fingers hovering over the keyboard. He paused for a long time and didn't know how to type the words he wanted.

"You... want to write it yourself?" Chu Ge finally couldn't help but ask.

If Qiu Wuji is really right, it would be quite interesting for the heroine to write about what she does herself... Chu Ge really wants to know how it will unfold.

The real pen is given to you, you write.

Qiu Wuji was silent for a moment, his fingers tapping the keyboard.

"Zizzi..." The USB port made a strange electric sound.

Qiu Wuji frowned and withdrew his hand.

Chu Ge: "...Don't tell me you are injecting spiritual power to analyze the composition of this magic weapon..."

Qiu Wuji: “…”

Chu Ge now really believed that this was Qiu Wuji. Is this something a normal person can do?

After an awkward silence, Qiu Wuji finally spoke: "How do you use this magic weapon? Why can't I feel the flow of spiritual energy? The electricity here seems to have nothing to do with your words. How do you input the words into this crystal screen?"

Chugo's cheeks twitched.

I can't explain this to you, I'm just a liberal arts student...

He thought for a moment and said carefully, "You tell me what you want to write and I'll write it."

He also wanted to test what was going on… What would happen if he wove the “heroine’s” future according to her own wishes?

Qiu Wuji turned his head and glanced at Chu Ge, somewhat surprised: "I saw you were confused and flustered before, but you calmed down quickly."

Chu Ge smiled and said, "Anyone would panic if a sword was placed on their neck. I am not one of you monks who has walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood—if you are really Qiu Wuji."

Qiu Wuji asked: "Why aren't you panicking now?"

"Because panicking is useless... I want to understand the situation more than you do." Chu Ge reached out and tapped the keyboard to make sure it was still usable: "Go ahead, how do you want me to write it?"

Qiu Wuji looked at him again and said without hesitation: "Write about this seat's sudden enlightenment and ascension, breaking the limits of heaven and man."

"I think this is invalid because it deviates from the fundamental setting of the world - for example, if I write that a mortal suddenly ascends to heaven, that will definitely not work."

Qiu Wuji understood Chu Ge's meaning and narrowed his eyes slightly: "According to your settings, I can't ascend?"

Feeling Qiu Wuji's hidden murderous anger, Chu Ge hurriedly explained: "You can't ascend suddenly at this moment. There are a lot of plots about you in this world later, involving a lot of intersections with other characters. If the heroine is gone suddenly, the whole story framework will collapse. It should be said that the cornerstone of the novel world is built by the characters. Chu Tiange and Qiu Wuji came first, and then this world came into being."

Qiu Wuji was silent for a moment, but still stepped aside and insisted, "Write as I say."

Chu Ge shook his head, sat down and typed on the keyboard: "...Qiu Wuji's mood became more open, and he suddenly felt that the gate of heaven had opened up, and the feeling of ascending to heaven gradually spread...The calamity clouds in the sky rose, a great calamity!"

Qiu Wuji felt it silently for a while, then shook his head slightly: "It's useless."

Chu Ge sighed and said with a smile: "I knew this would be useless. It must be logically consistent within the framework of the world."

Qiu Wuji raised his head and thought for a moment, then sighed to himself, "I never thought that our 'Father God of Creation' was just a powerless scholar, and the truth of our world is just a book... All our joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness are controlled by people, and our future destiny is just a set trajectory... Even my emotions change with the changes of a pen at all times."

Qiu Wuji's tone was somewhat melancholy, and there was also a sense of sudden enlightenment that everything had been solved, which was hard to describe. Chu Ge stared at her expression in a daze, thinking to himself that if she was really a person in the book, then this kind of cognition of revealing the truth would really be very uncomfortable, right? It's possible that her worldview would collapse and she might go crazy.

Of course, if it was the Qiu Wuji that I wrote, she would not collapse. With her strong will, she would only try to turn the tables and control her own destiny...

That's right, isn't that what she is doing?

She was extremely alert and repulsive to the fact that she suddenly thought of a disciple's smiling face, so she didn't know what potential was triggered and broke through the boundary...

Mostly.

After I really confirmed this, the fear of having a sword on my neck slowly faded away, and I felt a sense of closeness and a little sympathy... How can I describe this feeling? This is a character I created, like a daughter?

For me, this is just a story. To put it nicely, it embodies my literary ideals. To put it bluntly, it is just a tool to make money.

But for her, her whole life is being arranged by someone else.

Qiu Wuji frowned and looked at him, then suddenly asked, "Are you sympathizing with me?"

Chu Ge pursed his lips and did not answer. He said, "You said it was all controlled by others, but that's not the case... Just like I can't just write that you ascended directly, because it requires self-consistent logic. For a character, every move must be consistent with what the character should do and say. At most, it is just one of several possible choices, which is also one of the several choices you would make, and it cannot be an act that goes against the character's setting."

He paused, then laughed and said, "Some people say that once a character is written, the author can no longer control it. Your appearance has given the most powerful proof of this statement."

Qiu Wuji looked at him quietly, her beautiful eyes were like a deep pool of water, silent and deep, and her thoughts were impossible to discern.

After a long while, he said coldly: "You mean, I might like that man, and it's my own choice?"

Chugo's face turned green.

That certainly couldn't be her choice. Qiu Wuji was the most arrogant man in the world. Not to mention whether he was calm or not - even if he wanted to have some worldly thoughts as she had deliberately prepared, the object of his thoughts couldn't be a newly-initiated disciple. The gap was too big.

However, this is a harem novel. If there are no conditions, we have to create them. Getting a woman who is impossible to get is the fun of harem novels! Who would read it if it weren't so?

But that is indeed an impossible woman to get, which means that this is indeed not a choice Qiu Wuji would make himself. This is the author's deus ex machina.

So much so that she ran out of the book in resistance, right?

Qiu Wuji said coldly: "That is absolutely not the choice I should make... In other words, you can at least influence the so-called self-consistency to a certain extent. According to the storyteller, even if something is missed, it can be covered up."

Chu Ge really regretted writing her as too smart, and could only wipe the sweat off his forehead and say, "Indeed... it can be rounded off a little bit."

Qiu Wuji was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed slightly.

Chu Ge watched her figure begin to blur, as if she had transformed from a physical body into a transparent ghost.

Then it became fainter and fainter, like a phantom, and finally disappeared.

Her last voice echoed through the air: "No matter what method you use, you are not allowed to continue writing that I have any emotional connection with Chu Tiange. I will come out at any time. If you continue to write nonsense... then you will never have to write again."

The voice was faint and the person was gone.

Chu Ge looked at the empty house and felt like he was dreaming.

(End of this chapter)