Teaser: Literally blinked like a file opening too fast on bad Wi-Fi. Text boxes began twitching, music stuttered, and the trees around Mira glitched into low-poly models from three genres ago.
Then came the system announcement.
> "Attention: Guest Author has been granted temporary narrative control."
And that's when the chaos began.
Suddenly, the world shifted into a Victorian romance. Mira blinked once and found herself in a corset with four love interests. Blinked again—she was in a sci-fi prison cell. One more time, and she stood in a magical girl transformation loop that wouldn't end.
She couldn't breathe, couldn't think.
Each shift rewrote her character sheet. Her stats, her class, her *species*.
"I'm not a half-mermaid nun assassin," she screamed at no one.
> "Correction," the system replied, "you are for the next three pages."
In the middle of this genre hurricane, Elaria tried to cast a stabilization spell—and ended up transforming into a shounen sidekick with fiery eyebrows and a tragic sword.
"You look ridiculous," Mira groaned.
"I have *ten* rival backstories now," Elaria whispered. "And they all involve death."
Rion finally kicked open a collapsing fantasy tavern door with a beer in one hand and a weaponized paragraph in the other.
"I told you," he shouted, "don't let guest authors into canon! They write without therapy!"
Mira grabbed his sleeve.
"Who's writing us now?!"
Rion checked the system overlay.
> Guest Author: @SmutDragon420
> Genre Proficiency: 100% chaos, 70% questionable romance, 0% structure
> Status: Vibing
Mira paled. "We're screwed."
A new scene dropped like a command line bomb.
High school rooftop. Sakura blossoms. Sunset lens flare at 400%.
Mira looked around. "Why does it smell like plot twist?"
Elaria stepped forward. "We're at the emotional confession checkpoint."
Right on cue, a random bishounen NPC spawned with a guitar and said, "Mira… you're not like other girls."
She stabbed him in the script.
It only made things worse.
The world rewrote itself again—this time into a dating sim battle royale.
> [WIN LOVE TO SURVIVE]
> [CHOOSE YOUR ROUTE: YANDERE | TSUNDERE | SADISTIC MAID | MIRA]
Mira's name lit up.
Readers had voted.
Mira was now a romance option.
She screamed into the void. "I REFUSE CONSENT!"
The system paused. Then calmly replied:
> "Sorry. You've become too popular to be removed."
The Guest Author typed again.
> *New arc loading...*
Mira saw it happen frame by frame.
Her role… was evolving.
And for the first time since her glitch, she felt it:
This wasn't a rebellion anymore.
This was war.