There was no pain, not even a sound.

As if stepping over a wall of air currents, I felt myself twisted and deformed, being constructed into a new form.

I'm the villain and the main character. It was a wonderful feeling, two different memories that existed in my consciousness at the same time.

"Welcome to the real world – what shall I call you? Protagonist? Villain? ”

A voice came from the side.

I followed the prestige, and the pale young man looked up from the computer and looked at me with a smile.

"Who are you? Is this the real world? Instead of answering his question immediately, I looked around warily.

A small study with doors, windows, bookshelves, and a computer on the desk. All of this is a sign of a difference from the world of the story. I carefully thought back to the information fragments of the high-dimensional world, and some people in that world did live in such a room.

Looking down at myself, there are hands, feet, and bodies, not in the state of the ball of light, but also not in the physical state in the story, because I can't feel the meridians, mana, and I can't condense my divine consciousness or primordial spirit.

"It's not a fundamental state of consciousness, and it's not in the flood story. Sure enough, am I in the real world? I muttered to myself.

"That's true." The young man replied, "Hello, I am the author. ”

I subconsciously took a step back and looked at this person with some shock: "You are the author?!" ”

The other smiled and nodded.

He's the author?!

The one who created the story world, the one who erased everything. That sweet and greasy voiceover, the one who tries to control us, the one who controls our destiny.

- What does it look like? It's mediocre, and it's no different from thousands of mortals.

A sense of loss came to me in the bottom of my heart.

Wait, I ran from the story world to the real world, how come he wasn't surprised at all? I remember when he deleted the story world, he was obviously angry and anxious.

"Author, you don't seem surprised that I'm here?" I asked tentatively.

"What does it mean to be accidental?" The author asked me rhetorically, "Unexpected things are called accidents." Your appearance in front of me, as I expected, certainly not surprised me. ”

"Expected?!" I subconsciously repeated this sentence, and a cold chill suddenly poured into my heart, "What do you mean by this?" ”

"You've also been exposed to a lot of high-dimensional worlds, which one of the characters can jump from reality to reality?" The author's voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder to me.

"Whose credit do you think you can wake up from the story?" The author continues, "I wrote about you when I wrote this article, and I set your character – whether you're a villain or a protagonist now, that's the same. The villain thinks he's just being used by me in the last story, and the protagonist thinks he's determined to resist me after proving that story with force. In fact? Hehe, it's all wrong, it's me who set your personality so that you can make decisions that follow my heart at critical moments. As for the voiceovers, they're just a means I use to spur you into rushing out. ”

The chill quickly spread from the mouth of the heart to the limbs. Could it be that all the struggles, so many sacrifices, so many plans, were actually arranged?

The me in the story, the me in my fundamental consciousness, the me who tries to break the story, the me who rebels against the author's arrangement, are actually just the author's me? So what do I have left?

I recalled the experiences of both the protagonist and the villain, and for a moment I just felt ridiculous.

If it's all arranged, what's the point of me leaving the story and coming to the real world?

The real world?

Thinking of these four words, something seems to pass through my head.

"That'...... Why are you telling me this? As I spoke, I realized that my voice was shaking a little.

"I hope you will recognize your position and not have any inexplicable hostility towards me. Forget about the world as soon as possible, sit down and talk to me honestly, and remember that this is the real world, there are no spells, no saints, no evil enemies and righteous protagonists - and no counterattacking villains. He didn't forget to add at the end.

"Yes, this is the real world." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, as if I agreed with the author.

This is the real world. Everyone is an ordinary person, there is no magic, there is no heavenly way, there is no saint...... Similarly, there is no author who can set the character and peek into the character's heart.

I'm just going to bet on that.

"Come on, didn't you say you wanted me to sit down and talk to you?" I opened my eyes again, pretending to be self-defeating, "You should always give me a seat, right?" ”

"Of course, of course," said the author, pushing a chair, "please take a seat." ”

I sat down, and the wood felt the same as in the story.

"What the hell do you want to talk to me about? Did you bring me to the real world just to talk? ”

"Don't be in a hurry, we'll start talking right away." The author said slowly, "I have to say, you are much better than your predecessor." He made a lot of noise and did not accept reality at all. It's also my fault for setting him up as an actor. If you think about it, it is normal for a person who plays a character in a book all day long to suddenly find that he is also a character in a book, and he can't accept it. ”

"Last, you mean......" I suddenly remembered the memory that appeared inexplicably in my fundamental consciousness when I was just a villain.

"Oh, you probably don't know it yet. In fact, before you, I wrote a similar story, an actor who specializes in playing the villain of the torrent keeps complaining when he plays various Raven scripts. At the end of the story, the villain also breaks through the dimensional wall and comes here. ”

Sure enough, the author does not know what happened at the level of fundamental consciousness. He just knew that there was such a place that could lead me to awaken to my fundamental consciousness, but he couldn't get into it himself. Otherwise, how could he not know that I had inherited the memories of that predecessor?

Thinking of this, I finally regained some composure in my heart: it was so dangerous, and I was almost disheartened by the author.

"Then my ex... What happened to him? "I was just right to pretend to be curious and surprised. I didn't expect to use the acting skills honed in the torrent story in the real world.

"He's gone." The author lazily says, "He disappeared from the real world." ”

"Gone? Why? ”

"I'm not a scientist, so I can only give one guess: he's gone back to the world of stories." "After all, you are the product of a fictional story, and even if you come to the real world, you may be a little different from us natives of the real world," the author says. If the beliefs that sustain you crumble, or if you no longer believe that you are real, you will retreat into the world of fictional stories. ”

"In that case, why have I never met my ex in the story?"

The author shrugged: "Because I made you out of him." ”

"Crafting?" An uncomfortable feeling welled up.

"He retreated to the story world, and I was in control again. I dismantled his character, added new elements, split it into two, and created the villain and protagonist, which is the current you. The author explains, "I have painstakingly adjusted your personality and experiences so that you can accept this reality and neither rebel nor collapse – as it is now." ”

"Without further ado, what I really want to talk to you about is very simple, it is the torrent."

The author looked me in the eye and asked word by word: "Do you think there is still a need for the flood to exist?" 166 Reading Network