The Author Can be a God too!

Chapter 1 -transmigration-

Jiu YiChen opened his eyes and breathed heavily, he gasped for air, his lungs felt like it was about to burst.

He gasped for air a few more times until he can finally breathe properly, he noticed he was laying on the dirty soil in the middle of a road,he then looked around the place, the moonlight was beautiful, YiChen stared at the moon for a good few seconds and went back to his senses

"Firstly...where am I..." He notice he was wearing commoners robes from those historical Chinese novels the first thing that popped up in his mind is
Transmigration

He had red a lot of Wuxia and Xianxia novels in his past life, and in fact he was a author himself. He clearly knew what was going on right now.

"I transmigrated...but where, hmm...well for now let's just calm down and not act rashly..." He took a deep breath, "as long as I don't involve in anyone special, I will be able to live smoothly here. "He then stood up and pat his shoulders then searched his clothes, there was a pouch filled with small bronze coins "money...I can survive for a while with this amount-"

He then started walking and walking, he then heard a sharp noise, his head hurted, it felt like a long needle was stabbing through his forehead all the way to the back of his head he groaned in pain but didn't dare to scream aloud,
After a while the pain finally subside ,he gasped for air and his vision was starting to blue a bit ."YiChen calm down...huu... Huuu..." He panted,

Good lord I just transmigrated and this is already happening to me!? For gods sake in what novel am I...no system, no god, no anything! I hate it so much, is god playing tricks on me...gosh-

He cursed the world out in his mind. After a while he found a well, he opened the lid and he saw his own face, he gently placed a hand on his cheek and then knew , it was real. His face was real. He once again stared at his reflection, perfectly smooth and clear skin, eyes as tranquil as the ocean,fair lips that looked soft and gentle,jet black silly smooth hair all the way down to his waist, he was shocked ,but not too shocked, this was how he looked like in his past life, but this version of him had longer hair and a clear eyesight.

For heaven's sake, why did they make me look too gorgeous, oh gosh if I found a girl version of myself I would marry her honestly, oh fuck I look so fucking gorgeous especially with long hair holy shit

Yicheng's curved causing him to smile and after a few more minutes of admiring his own beauty, he then washed up his whole body, cleaning himself, after he was done, he sat near the well and waited for the sun to rise
From his calculations it was around 4:30 am.

YiCheng started humming a song, his favourite song, it was a song about how a lonely bird couldn't find someone, someone to ease its pains and worries someone who would stand beside its side for a lifetime.

He then heard footsteps, and heavy panting ,he looked at the direction of the footsteps and then shouted "Who-!",it was a tall man who looked a bit muscular, he was holding onto his left shoulder with his right hand , he looked injured but there were no sign of wounds or bruises, YiCheng then got concerned and worried and walked towards the man who was in the brink of passing out

"Are you okay?" Asked YiCheng

The man then Coughed out a mouthful of blood, he seemed even more pale and weaker than before, he then fell unconsious on the ground with a thud.
Of course YiCheng went and checked his pulse,a it's not like he would completely ignore a dying man,he started cursing once again in his mind

AH- fuck why is there a dying man here oh gosh why do I have to deal this this I'm supposed to be at home reading fanfictions of my own novel and either enjoy, laugh or cry because of it- well the only thing he wants right now is a system that could help him but there were none,

The man limped trying to stand up while he was unconsious ,after confirming the man was still breathing he then dragged him onto the alleyway where no one can see them, YiCheng was about to cry and curse the heavens out