Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 1
“Hurry up, have all the dishes been cleaned?”
Wash, wash, wash, wash! When would it ever end? How many years did she have to spend washing dishes?
After washing the second set of dishes, Song Miaomiao raised her head, revealing a thin little face. She then waved her frozen, red hands at the landlady, who stood with her hands on her hips at the kitchen door in the yard, and let out a couple of cries.
The landlady wiped her hands, stained with black ash from the bottom of the pot, on her apron. She pointed her round finger at the pile of firewood in the yard, saying, “After washing, carry the firewood to the stove.”
Song Miaomiao nodded expressionlessly.
She thought of when such miserable days would end.
It was a pit she dug herself!
Song Miaomiao had loved to read all kinds of stories since childhood, whether they were storybooks, comic books, TV series, or movies. She drifted further into that world. Upon entering college, she found herself with more free time, prompting her to register for an author account on Lujiang Literature online.
She clearly remembered that in order to be able to sign a contract with Lujiang Literature, she sent some historical and modern times novels she wrote. She applied for a total of thirty eight times, but was rejected every time.
The reasons for refusal also varied:
“Sorry, your story is not novel enough; you need to broaden your mind!”
“Sorry, your writing style is lacking, please continue to sharpen your skills!”
“Sorry, your plot is too blunt, please pay attention to laying the groundwork for the plot!”
“Sorry…”
At first, she struggled hard, changing themes if they weren’t innovative enough—switching from martial arts to tragic stories, and from tragic stories to sweet ones. Thus, she dug one pit after another. As for her poor writing skills, as a science student, her writing skills couldn’t be improved quickly in a few days. As for the plot being too blunt, Song Miaomiao basically wrote without outline. No matter what was written, she occasionally thought about the rest of the plot later on. So how could she pave the way from the beginning?
With the numerous rejections, the flame within Song Miaomiao was extinguished by reality. She realised that she was not born to eat from this bowl of food. (Job for livelihood)
So, with a wave of her sleeve, Song Miaomiao abandoned the idea of completing the novels and disappeared.
After graduating, Song Miaomiao became an office worker in the 22nd century—neither excelling nor settling for less, just holding onto her normal job and occasionally watching dramas. Life went on like that until three years ago, after a car accident, she found herself in this world within a novel—a miserable world that she herself had written, a world she had abandoned halfway through.
Song Miaomiao clearly remembered the car accident on the highway three years ago. After her car was hit and was sent flying by another vehicle, she experienced dizziness when the car turned in the air three times. When she opened her eyes, she had turned into a mute child.
If one were to describe this little mute, it would be a thin little orphan who looked about seven or eight years old.
At that time, she was in a thatched grass shed (later proven to be a cowshed). She thought she was dreaming when she touched the distinct ribs on her chest and back, until a mechanical electronic male voice appeared in her mind.
[The system has been successfully loaded and is starting, please wait.]
Song Miaomiao looked around, wanting to ask who was talking, only to realise that she couldn’t speak, much like sleep paralysis. She tried her best to make a sound, but she could only utter some babbling tones. Song Miaomiao covered her mouth, her face pale in shock.
[What is happening?] Song Miaomiao thought in her mind.
The mechanical electronic male voice appeared again, and said word by word, [Hello, author Miaomiao, you are now bound to Lujiang Literature’s author filling system. Our mission is: If you dig a pit, you must fill it, even if you cry!]
Song Miaomiao stood up with difficulty supporting her hungry, dizzy body. Why was her body so short? She looked around, [Strange, who is talking?]
Mechanical Voice: [Hi, author Miaomiao, I am system number 0987, codenamed Oppa]
[No, this voice seems to have no source; it came to my mind out of thin air.] Song Miaomiao thought.
Mechanical male voice: [Yes, my voice is directly transmitted to your brain cortex in the form of brain waves.]
[What the hell?] Song Miaomiao squatted down, covered her head, and tapped it.
She thought, [This dream is too weird. The fact that I went out today is definitely a dream! The car accident was a dream, and I fell asleep in the dream, had a dream within a dream, entered this strange place in the second dream, and was somehow bound to an author hole-filling system. It is said that thoughts during the day lead to dreams at night, but what was I thinking about that made me enter such a chaotic dream?]
Mechanical male voice: [Author Miaomiao, friendly reminder: This is not a dream; it’s the world within your book. The fact that you were in a car accident was not a dream, it happened for real.]
Song Miaomiao went crazy, [What? The world within the book? This is the novel I wrote? You mean I’ve time-travelled into my own novel?]
[Yes, after registering for an author account on Lujiang Literature, you published your first novel titled ‘Farewell to Jianghu’. Genre: Original—Romance—Alternate History. This world is an exact replica of everything in your book, forming a complete world,] the mechanical male voice explained.
Panicking, Song Miaomiao asked, [Is there still a way for me to return to the original world?]
[As long as you complete all your unfinished works, the system will realise one of your wishes for you, and you can make a wish to return to the real world.]
Seeing a glimmer of hope, Song Miaomiao asked, [You mean, as long as I finish writing all my novels here, then I can go back?]
No! It was difficult to finish all the novels! She didn’t even remember how many unfinished novels she made.
[You are not going to do that. You were transmigrated to this world to personally help develop the plot by doing tasks until the end of the novel.]
Song Miaomiao asked, [Help develop the plot personally? Why me? Where did this world come from? Do you mean that all the authors on Lujiang Literature, as long as they dig holes and don’t fill them in, have to travel to the world in their books and fill in all the holes with their lives?]
What kind of dedicated website was this?
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