"Pull me up ya twat!" He said, rapidly tugging on the tug excessively, much, much more than five times."I SAID PULL ME UP TWAT!" He shouted, despite knowing not a single soul could hear his constant shouting near 200 meters down. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that rusty old geezer to actually have is head screwed on right.He said, now sitting down, trying to calm down while still constantly tugging on the rope.Just then, he felt a slight shake in the dive bell that quickly turned into a violent shaking, knocking him around all which way, giving him a deep gash in his hand as his hand quickly was pulled off the rope, causing very bloody rope burn."What the fuck is going on up there?" He said in a somewhat quiet but shaky and concerned tone. Once the shaking came to a short halt, he felt the dive bell slowly ascend as his dive bell continued to shake violently, tossing him around every which way. "Holy shit!" He said before his head bashed into the side of the dive bell, knocking him unconscious.Once his eyes opened, the dive bell had stopped shaking, but it felt unstable. Every time he made even the smallest movement, he heard an eerie creak coming from outside. He calmly stood up before he felt his oxygen slowly seep from his throat. His lungs felt empty, his throat closed, and his legs and arms immediately gave up before he fell to the floor once again. Shortly after, he felt air entering his body again, and felt his muscles and blood properly running through his body before his muscles and lungs gained control again. He stood up one more time before he opened the hatch to the dive bell, still hearing the eerie creaking, and as he stepped outside to an unfamiliar, almost rustic and decrepit metal platform, he looked up once more and saw an absolutely horrifying sight.The sight of his once bright, (of course, a bit of an exaggeration,) oil rig, now rusty and falling apart that looked like as if hell itself had come from the shadows and aged the thing five-hundred or so years, probably even more.
"What... The fuck..."
After humanity gained civilization, people learned to name things. Once named, each object gained a “Story Command.”
Early schools of thought saw this ability as a kind of spell—believing that names and titles could control people and things, or give contracts their binding power.
Nowadays, as civilization has advanced, the Story Commandsystem has grown ever more sophisticated—and ever more powerful...
—Excerpt from Introduction to Story Command
Ever since she was a child, Xia Yue Zhong has had a unique gift: she can see the narrative—the descriptive text—attached to any object she looks at. She thought only one other person in the world shared this ability, a mysterious girl she met once in her childhood.
That is, until high school, when she and her twin sister Lil’ Yu stumble into a strange “one-book school” called Marelin High. There, she discovers a whole community of people who can see narrative, and even finds clues about that girl from her past.
At Marelin, everyone creates magic through writing—this is called Story Command.
Dueling, cooking, even shipping your favorite couples—all can be achieved with the power of Story Command. Some even say that adding a good luck meme from your elders boosts the effect!
But there’s a catch—once a story is written, it must be finished, or disaster will follow...
So, freshmen, pick up your fountain pens and ink—get ready to experience the true power of words!
🌈 BL and ghost stories are magic. So are mysteries, crackfics, and even elder memes—they can all be used in battle!
In this book, you’ll find:
🖌️ Writing battles between all kinds of genres (e.g., “Overpowered Harem Protagonists VS Mary Sue Reverse Harems”): Chapters 6–9🖌️ Authors playfully (or ruthlessly) sabotaging each other: all chapters🖌️ Fujoshi and fudanshi (BL fans) joyfully shipping everyone: all chapters🖌️ Plot Hole Beasts and Cliffhanger Fillers: Chapters 3 & 5🖌️ The infamous “dark writing rooms”: Chapter 5🖌️ So many, many cats: Chapter 4🖌️ Vengeful unfinished works chasing after their authors: Chapters 3 & 4🖌️ The mystical anti-evil power of elder memes: Chapter 4🖌️ A sprinkle of temple culture and urban legends: Chapter 5
※ This novel is an original work by the author. The English translation was produced using ChatGPT, with creative input and editing by the author.