Demon Lord 3

Chapter 1952 The World of Novels

Thinking about this, I was even more confused. Why was my life also a play? The female protagonist told me that perhaps our lives were also created. If we only wrote until we reached a beautiful point and then stopped, there would be no real ending. Even birth, aging, sickness, and death—they all wanted to see what their ending would be, which made me work hard to write. I said they would have a good end, and they had to let me write it down. I did write to the end, but after finishing, I felt empty, as if I had experienced it all. Is it better to have a traditional happy ending where everyone sits together for a meeting, or is it better for everyone to slowly pass away? I don't have a conclusion yet. Before, I always just watched others imitate these time-travel stories, thinking about adding some happy endings to my own. Some even claimed to be authors of angst-filled stories, writing endings that weren't perfect. But after truly experiencing it myself, I realized that everyone wants a relatively happy ending. The deeper the desire, the more even the author might not want a happy ending. I also found myself in a story with a previously tragic ending. The male protagonist was drinking beer can after can, and I wanted to snatch it away, reveal my identity, and tell him to stop drinking. But he pushed me away and said, "What right do you have to tell me what to do? Don't think I don't know, aren't you the god of this world?" "Creating our lives, to put it honorably, is creation; to put it less honorably, it's manipulation. We're human too; we have legitimate lives. I also want a family. What did I do wrong? My parents divorced when I was young—that was my fate. I don't blame you; it doesn't matter. Later, my parents remarried and left me with my grandma, ignoring me. I didn't blame you then either! In the end, the person I loved most slipped through my fingers, staying in China while I'm abroad. Although I've tried to find a girlfriend, I haven't found anyone better. I've forced myself to forget her, but you've made it so I'm in love with her." After saying this, he went back to drinking and ignored me. I stepped forward and patted him on the back: "Don't be like this, don't be angry. I'll change the ending for you, okay? I have a really good ending for you. That girl comes to find you, and you're together, okay?" The male lead smiled: "I've already lived through the life you set for me before, no big deal. But this time, I can't just let you bring her over, because you didn't portray me as a good person at all. Others vent by shouting outside, but I just keep drinking. Do you think that's something a good person would do? I can't change my genes; those genes are..." You set this up, so I'm making you change it. From now on, my persona needs to be one of extreme responsibility, deep love for her, and kindness towards her—not just simple love, but responsible love. My father was irresponsible and abusive, and my mother... but I don't want my future to reflect that. That's what I hate most. Change that too. I might be drunk now, and I'm being disrespectful to the gods, the gods of this world, but I truly can't feel grateful to you. Do you gods just love making deals? Do you want me to trade my life, or what?" Hearing this... At that moment, my tears were already streaming down my face. He handed me a tissue: "Alright, you're a pretty good person. Seeing your face, I can't bring myself to hate you. You look a bit like the heroine of your novel. I forgive you. I hope you don't mind. I'm sorry for what I said earlier. Wipe your tears. I know you work hard. This is your hobby, and I can't take it away from you. I hope you can respect my wishes. I'm very grateful to you. After all, you're the one who suggested I carry tissues with me! You were worried that the heroine of my novel wouldn't have any tears to wipe, so I always carry tissues in my pocket." "Do you know why a rich second-generation like me has such a little habit?" I wiped away my tears and nodded. "I've remembered everything you said, and I'll help you correct it later. I understand what you're saying, so there's no need to apologize. If I had to say something, I'd just say it's okay! I hope you two will be together forever and have a long and happy marriage. Also, I want to ask you a question: Is there love in the world of novels? Or is it just acting?" The male lead smiled slightly. "I'll answer you sincerely: we're not acting. We do have love. We perceive the warmth and coldness of human relationships very clearly. Thank you for giving us that perception."