root-book

"Should I destroy this world?” he asked, not with anger, but with the same energy as someone deciding whether to take a nap. “Master, please don’t,” his attendant replied, already exhausted by his god’s boredom. I am Lin Xuan a transmigrator who somehow ended up becoming an Immortal God. And honestly? It wasn’t as cool as I expected. I thought immortality meant absolute power, the ability to command life and death, reshape stars, and awe the heavens. But when I finally became an Immortal God… All I got was eternal boredom. No enemies strong enough to fight. No heavens brave enough to rebel. Even destroying worlds became a chore. Then one day, while wandering the mortal realms just to kill time, I saw him A weak young man being bullied. A sudden lucky encounter. A destiny aura so bright it hurt my divine eyes. I froze. “…Wait a second.” This scene felt way too familiar. Broken background. Mysterious inheritance. Heaven-defying luck. It was exactly like the protagonists from the novels I read in my previous life. A Protagonist Concept, the kind of person fate itself bends over backward to support. For the first time in countless eras, I felt something new. Amusement. What happens if an Immortal God who has read too many webnovels starts messing with a destined protagonist? Do I secretly help him? Steal his lucky chances? Or casually rewrite his plot out of boredom? After all If fate insists on following a script, Then I’ll be the author who adds the worst possible outcome.