Lin Feiyu's eyes widened. "How do you know about Auntie Mei's dumplings?"
Not the usual pop-up ad flicker. This was a deep, pulsing blue light that spilled out of the monitor like water from a cracked dam. Kaito stumbled backward, knocking over his chair. The light coiled around his desk, his hands, his chest. He tried to scream, but the sound was swallowed by a rushing wind.
Kaito looked down at his gray hoodie.
Kaito stared at the rain and wondered if his mother in Tokyo had noticed he was gone. He wondered if his landlord would sell his manga collection. He wondered if there was any way back through the blue light.
And so the reader who walked into a martial arts novel did something the author never intended: he changed the ending. Years later, long after the demonic lord fell, long after Lin Feiyu became the Sword Saint of the Nine Heavens, a strange tale circulated through the jianghu. They said there was a man in a gray foreign cloak who carried a black brick that glowed blue. He couldn't fight worth a damn, but he always knew where the treasure was, who the traitor was, and when to run. -Doujindesu.TV--Came-Into-The-Martial-Arts-Nove...
Lin Feiyu nodded slowly. "Then we'd better make those pages worth reading."
Below is a full, long story based on that premise. Chapter 1: The Blue Light and the Broken Screen Kaito Tanaka was not a hero. He was a twenty-three-year-old university dropout who spent most of his nights hunched over a laptop in a cramped Tokyo apartment, reading translated martial arts web novels on a site called Doujindesu.tv. His life was unremarkable—instant ramen, unpaid bills, and a sleep schedule that defied nature. But tonight was different. Lin Feiyu's eyes widened
And then he heard it: a faint, familiar hum from his phone. The screen flickered. Blue light bled through the cracks.
These weren't characters anymore. They were people. Kaito stumbled backward, knocking over his chair
I’ll interpret this as:
Lin Feiyu lowered his sword. "Tell me."