My name was Lee Fu. Just another web novel author chasing likes, comments, and fleeting dopamine hits in a one-room apartment that smelled like instant ramen and regret. I wasn't famous. I wasn't broke either. I was just... average. A guy who lived more in fictional worlds than the real one. And lately, I had become obsessed with a story — my story — called The daily life of Lane white.
It was about a girl named Lane White.
Lane... was a monster.
Not the scary kind, no. She was a five-foot-seven golden-haired goddess wrapped in the skin of an 18-year-old girl. When she was born, the goddamn Earth cracked. Her Mother was unconscious when it happened the day she was born. She climbed out of her own crater like a newborn apocalypse — fully conscious, aware, looking at the world like a tired adult who's already sick of everyone's shit.
Her cultivation level? Classified as "????" because numbers became irrelevant the moment she blinked. By the time she was eighteen, her breath was enough to erase an entire universe, so she sealed herself into The True Void — a place outside reality, fiction, imagination, the unknowable, and whatever came after. Sealed herself away... for 67 trillion years. Why? Because she sneezed once and the multiverse collapsed.
It was edgy. Over the top. Stupidly powerful. And I loved writing it.
But the truth is, I was... jealous.
Jealous of her freedom. Her power. Her escape. All I had was coffee-stained manuscripts and a landlord named Greg who kept reminding me rent was due.
I finished her latest arc. Closed the document. My hand hovered over the keyboard, then dropped. A sigh escaped me. The clock read 2:14 a.m. I walked out for fresh air, brain buzzing with existential nonsense. Then I mumbled something. Something stupid.
"I wish I could live just like her... even just once."
I didn't see the red light.
Didn't hear the horn.
Only the blinding flash of headlights—
CRACK.
Blackness.
Silence.
Warmth.
It was the first thing I felt. Warm, but not burning. Soft, but not... physical?
My eyes fluttered open. Everything around me was white. Not sterile hospital white. Not afterlife white. This was something else. It was like a void, all empty, silence like everything didn't exist here. Yet I was breathing in it. Like I was alive.
"What the... where am I?" My voice sounded weird. Lighter. Smoother. Way smoother.
I sat up, eyes adjusting. My limbs felt light, like I was made of silk. I stared down at my hands.
Small. Delicate. Pale gold nails that shimmered faintly under this void light.
"This... isn't me," I muttered.
My heart kicked. I grabbed at my chest—soft, full.
"No. No. No no no—!"
I stumbled forward, feet tapping silently on nothing. I needed a reflection. A mirror. Something. I thought hard.
Suddenly, a mirror formed in front of me. Out of pure concept. I didn't even know how. I just wanted it.
And there she was.
A girl with Golden hair, Blue eyes and look short like 5'8 height.
The I look closing and recognize the look and Oh no this is what I expected.
The golden hair. The piercing amethyst eyes that shimmered like supernovae. The slender frame. The impossible aura that made the void around her flicker in submission.
I was Lane White.
My Character.
The walking glitch of everything and I'm her.
Except now, that wasn't her.
That was me.
"No. Hell no. This is a joke. I didn't get isekai'd into my own story. Not like this. Not in HER—!"
I screamed, and the void quaked.
Not metaphorically. Literally.
Planets outside the void blinked out of existence. I felt it. I sensed it. My very breath was tearing holes through laws of physics and rewriting quantum fabrics.
I slammed my hands over my mouth. My eyes wide.
"Oh my god. I am her. I became Lane White."
Alright, deep breaths.
Wait. No. Shallow breaths. Very shallow.
The last time Lane White breathed too hard, she erased an entire trans-dimensional council of higher gods mid-meeting. I wrote that in Chapter 38.
Which meant if I so much as sneezed...
"Okay, Lee. Think. Think. You're her now. You're in the Void. The True Void. You sealed her here for safety." I paced, still holding my breath. "Which means I'm safe. For now. But also very, very screwed."
I stared at my reflection again. My hair glowed. I didn't remember writing it that way.
Then again... Lane was unstable. A being outside logic. Her very existence was considered a multiversal hazard. And now? I was walking around in her skin.
I needed to know if this was permanent.
I needed to know if I could ever leave the Void.
But most of all, I needed to know why the hell I was reincarnated in the first place.
Then the void... spoke.
Or no. Not words.
It shifted.
Blinked.
And before me... appeared a throne. Made of living paradoxes. Time loops. Unwritten laws. And sitting on it?
A mirror version of me.
No... a mirror version of Lane White. But she wasn't me.
She was the original.
The one I wrote.
And she smiled like she knew everything.
"Oh great," I muttered.
The real Lane leaned forward, chin on her fist. "Took you long enough, Author."
"...You know who I am?"
"I'm you, dumbass." She grinned. "Or at least... the version of me you thought you wrote. Now you get to experience what it's like to exist like me."
My throat tightened. "Why?"
"Because you asked for it."
"I didn't ask to get hit by a truck!"
"No, but you wished. And in this universe? That's all it takes."
I sat on the floor of the True Void while my original creation — the real Lane — floated casually above me like gravity was just a myth.
"This isn't fair," I grumbled.
"You think I asked to be born inside a shockwave crater that split the Earth like an egg?"
"I MADE YOU THAT WAY!"
"Exactly. Payback's a bitch."
She snapped her fingers. A dozen timelines shattered in the distance. She didn't even notice.
I was terrified. Of me. Of her. Of the fact that I didn't feel human anymore.
Every moment in this body felt like I was trying to hold back a goddamn supernova with duct tape and chewing gum.
"I want to go back," I said. "Put me in a normal body. Put me anywhere else. I'm not supposed to BE her."
She tilted her head, smiling wickedly.
"Oh no, Lee. You ARE me now. And guess what?"
"What?"
"You're gonna have to learn how to live like a ticking cosmic bomb... or the entire Omniverse dies. And trust me—if you breathe wrong again, I'm not saving shit."
I stared in horror.
This was my nightmare.
This was my wish.
This was my life now.
I was Lane White.
And I was totally, utterly, fucked.