What To Do If The Heroine Escapes From The Book

Qiu Wuji’s grand plan of writing a book progressed rapidly.

After all, there was already a foundation of ten thousand words… While waiting for the time to open up channels, Qiu Wuji managed to write another ten thousand words.

The disciples of Kuzhai, in terms of literature and art, were spread throughout the mortal realm. Many storytellers were outer disciples or descendants who could navigate their connections with ease. Within just three days, Qiu Wuji’s masterpiece began to be presented on the storytelling platforms of the mortal realm.

The ending made Qiu Wuji want to die.

Because no one paid any attention to it.

The originally packed storytelling venues became dull and sleepy as soon as her story was told, with many people leaving early.

“What kind of nonsense is this book? Is it boring or what?”

“This must be a book forcefully inserted by some influential figure. It’s so unpleasant to listen to, so dry and tasteless.”

“The person’s writing style is excellent, but what is this nonsense? Is it a mere account of trivial matters?”

This was the general feedback from the mortal realm.

After three days, the once-packed storytelling venues became sparsely populated, and the storytellers turned to their masters, crying out, “Master, can we change the book…”

Qiu Wuji sat in front of Old Master Kuzhai, expressionless.

Old Master Kuzhai was trembling with fear, feeling as if dark clouds loomed overhead, fierce winds howled, and hidden thunder rumbled, expecting this person to go on a rampage and slaughter mountains at any moment.

At this moment, Qiu Wuji just wanted to grab a pillow and curl up in a corner.

So this is what it feels like to “hit rock bottom.” It’s so uncomfortable.

How did Chu Ge and the others survive their previous rock bottom phase…

Qiu Wuji sniffed secretly, stood up expressionlessly, and said, “Let’s stop the storytelling. I’ll do some further research…”

“Um…” Old Master Kuzhai cautiously said, “If Sect Master Qiu is truly interested in the path of literature, this old man is willing to offer everything he has learned in his lifetime…”

“No need, I have my master!” Qiu Wuji said with a stern face, flying away on a cloud.

She would have her master buy her some cotton candy when she got back!

She needed to eat ten of them to comfort her mood.

Just as she was thinking this, Qiu Wuji suddenly felt the gaze of the heavens. She was startled and looked up, but this time, she saw nothing… Wasn’t Chu Ge looking at her?

How dare you not look at me!

……………

Chu Ge was making his first attempt to actively observe the changes in the world of the book.

Ever since he visualized the entire world during the mental test in the Black Room, Chu Ge seemed to have grasped a faint sensation.

The sensation was vague and elusive, difficult to capture. All he could do was try his best.

He prepared himself fully, immersing his thoughts into the plot and typing, while simultaneously using his divided attention to cultivate his techniques, especially the soul enhancement part.

Then, with a subconscious intention, he thought about “the changes caused by Qiu Wuji’s writing in the world.”

Unbeknownst to him, a subtle sense of connection emerged.

Because indeed, the world had changed.

Qiu Wuji was proud. She didn’t publish the book under a pen name; it was simply titled “Qiu Wuji.”

Thus, there was a book written by Qiu Wuji circulating widely in the mortal realm.

This was something that couldn’t have existed in the original plot… Although it seemed to have no significant impact on the storyline, what’s the harm in a book being read by mortals? It couldn’t alter the predetermined course of events.

However, the butterfly effect is unpredictable—Qiu Wuji, who had never left a trace in the mortal realm, suddenly made a name for herself. Could this create unforeseen changes?

It was impossible to know, but that was the variable.

Chu Ge discovered that he could sense the feedback from the vast mortal realm within the book, and the Qiu Wuji’s writing was at every venue.

Oh, it was a success, so no problem then.

With that thought, the sense of overseeing observation vanished.

Leaning back in his chair, he recalled the feeling from earlier… It was still elusive. Did there have to be some kind of change, something to pay attention to, in order to achieve this overseeing result?

But during the previous mental test, it could happen even without any changes being triggered.

Attempting to observe aimlessly, he couldn’t seem to achieve it anymore.

Oh well, this process should be a long-term endeavor. It would be a dream to expect to understand it all in one or two months. However, Chu Ge still believed that it might be related to the results as well. As more and more people became aware of this world, it gained a greater sense of existence, and he could sense it more as a result.

The previous speculation about the approach was probably correct, so he would continue.

Unfortunately, whether the results were good or not was not up to him. All he could do was strive to polish the plot. The rest was up to the audience, the market, and whether the moderators would recommend and promote it.

Chu Ge rubbed his throbbing head and noticed that the new chapter was already three thousand words long. He clicked and published it. Then, a notification in the back caught his attention. He clicked on it and read: “System Message: Hello, we would like to inform you that your work ‘Chu Tian WuJi’ will be featured in the Bestsellers section of the client app on a this date…”

Chu Ge: “…”

Here comes another big promotion. It’s like wanting to sleep and finding a pillow… Things are really going my way lately.

Ironically, he used to crave results and recommendations, but they always seemed just out of reach. Now, without a desire for results, the main reason he want good results is for other issues, yet they keep getting better day by day, and recommendations were pouring in.

Apart from the sense of existence in the world, another related factor would definitely be his level of cultivation. Qiu Wuji didn’t mention it, and Chu Ge didn’t know at what level his Qi cultivation currently stands, or how far he has progressed in soul training—Five star spiritual power?

Chu Ge sighed, stood up tall, and planned to go to the Black Room for training.

Just then, his phone rang.

He picked it up and heard the urgent voice of Zhong Yi, “Zijun and Panda have been injured. They’re at the hospital. Can you come over?”

Chu Ge’s grip tightened on the phone.

Wan Zijun and Panda have been hurt…

It’s easy to associate this with what happened before when Wan Zijun used his ability to write on his face to bring people into the nightclub. It was the most eye-catching incident, and Panda was the one who filmed and reported the incident.

So… is this revenge?

…

…

Chu Ge rushed to the hospital at lightning speed, entering a double room.

Wan Zijun had bandages around his waist, weakly leaning against the head of the bed and speaking to Zhong Yi. Panda had a swollen and bruised face, so distorted that it was unrecognizable. He was still flirting with a young nurse, saying, “Hey, actually, it’s not just my face that’s injured. Can you check the rest of my body too, Nurse?”

The nurse sneered, “How come you two weren’t beaten to death!”

Seeing Chu Ge enter with the Third Brother mask, the nurse frowned, “Please wear a proper mask. Do you think that kind of mask is funny?”

Chu Ge silently lifted the lower half of the mask to indicate, “I have a medical mask.”

“So, is this your performance art?”

“Because my face is as ugly as this fat guy’s, and I’m afraid of scaring you, young lady.”

The nurse pursed her lips. She didn’t know if he was ugly or not, but this person had a good figure, tall and muscular, with his short-sleeved T-shirt outlining his chest and biceps, giving a sense of being well-built.

These guys must have been involved in a brawl with the crowd, and then they brought in a muscle man to settle things?

The nurse considered whether to call the police, silently packed up her tools, and left.

Watching the nurse leave, Chu Ge asked Zhong Yi, “What’s the situation?”

Zhong Yi’s expression was very grave. “Panda was beaten through the internet.”

Chu Ge: “?”

Panda, almost crying on the bed, said, “Even when I hit someone through the internet, I can only produce a virtual image. I don’t have much strength. How could the other side hit so hard?”

Wan Zijun, weakly lying on the bed, said, “I was still working in the field. The harvest was almost ready… Suddenly, someone stood in front of me with ‘father’ written on their face. Then, I was obediently beaten up and stabbed before they left, saying, ‘Remember this well, not everyone can be offended.'”

Chu Ge inwardly took a sharp breath. Is it indeed retaliation? An eye for an eye? And to top it off, they are even one level higher?

Zhong Yi looked at Chu Ge with a solemn expression. “The other party is launching a retaliation. They haven’t come after me yet. Perhaps I didn’t make an impression that day? Or maybe my ability doesn’t have the same level of suppression for them? Regardless, Third Brother, be careful. Since you blocked the alley that day, there’s a high possibility of being seen as a target for retaliation.”

Chu Ge fell silent for a moment and slowly said, “Is this what you’re considering?”

“Huh?” Zhong Yi asked in surprise, “What else could we consider?”

“As a law-abiding citizen, I believe the first thing we should do is report this to the police.”