Bai Shi is an online writer with no major flaws except for occasional sharp remarks and a penchant for satire. One day, when the chat group decided to collaborate on a novel, he couldn’t resist offering "helpful" suggestions. Bai Shi: "Your readers are grassroots—make sure they can relate, got it?" Others: "So...?" Bai Shi: "So, the protagonist comes from a humble background, scavenging in a dump for survival." Others: "..." Bai Shi: "He’s the protagonist—give him a name that sticks from the first mention, got it?" Others: "Like what?" Bai Shi: "Dog Egg." Others: "..." Life was bliss for Bai Shi—until the day he transmigrated into that very novel. Dressed in rags, Bai Shi stood in stunned silence. Future lackey: "Dog Egg, what’s wrong?" Bai Shi: "..." Someone tell him—how the hell is he supposed to deal with this messed-up world?! In short, this is the story of a sharp-tongued author who dug his own grave.