I'm drawing an action-packed anime within a depressing one

He Zhou has transmigrated into a relentlessly bleak manga, waking up as an insignificant extra whom neither the plot nor the characters ever spare a glance. The series itself is a somber, episodic tragedy: four female protagonists—monsters in truth, living within a city of monsters—each drift toward an aesthetically tragic bad ending, their fates forever revolving around a male lead. Content to stay invisible, He Zhou intends to simply drift through this dreary world unnoticed. Then the unthinkable happens. The author, showing complete disregard for the characters' survival, decides to abandon the story entirely. In a comic world, a dropped project with no remaining readers can mean only one thing: the end of everything inside it. Refusing to be erased, He Zhou takes up the pen himself. One after another, pulse-pounding action series—Nezha, Havoc in Heaven, Journey to the West, Jujutsu Kaisen, Demon Slayer, Dragon Ball, One Piece, Bleach, Naruto, and more—begin flowing from his hand. Astounded readers soon discover that while the original manga may be unbearably grim, the stories drawn by its most forgettable background character are nothing short of spectacular—and with every new chapter, their doomed world edges back from oblivion.