Chapter 95 Obliterated

"What are you talking about? Your joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness...? How ridiculous! I never gave you the right to live desperately. Don't you understand? In my original vision, you should be ugly, stupid, and despised by everyone."

The confusion on the little girl's face faded away instantly, and she emphasized to herself over and over again that she could accept the result.

“I’m not wrong…”

"I'm just correcting the mistakes in this novel."

"Yes, I am right."

Wen Nianchu looked at the emotional little girl in front of him. He didn't feel too nervous, but instead a question arose in his mind.

Since the other party is the so-called creator who can decide the fate of the character, and hates her so much, why does he have to call her here in a hurry?

Is it just to vent your dissatisfaction?

She looked at the other person carefully, and her eyes finally fell on the black-covered notebook in the other person's hand.

From the beginning, the other party has been opening the notebook again and again, constantly checking the contents.

What is written in that book?

Thinking of this, a clear idea gradually formed in her mind, and she made a bold guess.

"You can't actually kill me directly."

Wen Nianchu smiled. Her smile was very friendly, but it seemed a little scary to the little girl.

How could it be possible...

Did she guess it?

The little girl stopped turning the pages.

Wen Nianchu's gaze fell on the black notebook:

"That's why you need to create those accidents. Because accidents look like natural coincidences in this world, in line with some kind of rules of how the world works."

Wen Nianchu's tone became more and more determined.

"If I'm not mistaken, all of this stems from the fact that you're the author, yet you can't just erase my existence at will. To follow these rules, you made me rush here overnight, even trying to use Xie Yue to anger and intimidate me. Was it because you wanted to let the emotions build to a peak so you could write my ending naturally?"

"Am I right?"

Wen Nianchu stared at the other person.

This series of words made the little girl freeze in place.

On that young face, the underlying madness was still there, but it was also clearly mixed with a hint of astonishment at being discovered.

The authorial authority on which she relied was peeled off layer by layer by the other party's calm words.

She was right.

Wen Nianchu...really guessed it.

How is that possible?

How could a paper figure possibly guess what she was thinking?

"Rules." The little girl's voice became dry, and she tried to maintain her victorious demeanor. "I am the rules. I can write whatever I want."

"Yeah?"

Wen Nianchu took a small step forward, squinting her eyes and continued:

"So what are you waiting for?"

"Are you waiting for the moment when I will have an emotional breakdown, or is there some dramatic turn you have planned?"

She tilted her head slightly and continued her analysis.

"I guess, for a Creator like you, the thing you can't tolerate most is loss of control. And I am the biggest loss of control. Therefore, the ending you expect must be sufficiently negative, preferably completely overturning everything that happened after I was out of your control."

Her eyes swept across the deep sea.

"For example, let me commit suicide in despair. Or, at the climax of the conflict with you, die unexpectedly. That way, in the story you construct, I will be branded as a doomed failure."

"Shut up."

The little girl's voice was low, but it had a sharp edge that felt like it had hit a sore spot.

Her fingers began to tremble with anxiety at having her plans completely disrupted.

The notebook in my hand also felt a little hot at this moment.

She realized that Wen Nianchu's all-knowing calmness was in itself the most effective resistance.

This emotion could not provide her with the intense energy needed to write about the ending of death. Instead, it was like an invisible barrier, blocking her pen.

"You think you can change anything just by seeing through it." She tried to regroup, her gaze refocusing on Wen Nianchu with stubborn malice, "Within the framework of the rules, I still have a way. Since extreme emotions are difficult to obtain, let's try another one."

She suddenly lowered her head, her eyes searching the pages hurriedly, her fingers running across the lines of text, muttering to herself.

"Found it." She raised her head, a twisted look of pride on her face, and looked at Wen Nianchu, "Wen Nianchu, have you forgotten your original setting? A vicious female supporting role, besides her stupidity, what is her core tragedy?"

Wen Nianchu was silent.

The little girl's voice became shrill and cold.

“It’s isolation.”

"I'm deserted by everyone. No one really trusts me."

"This is your basic setting. Even if there is a deviation now, it still exists at the bottom."

Her finger tapped heavily on a certain spot in the notebook.

"As long as I strengthen this setting. As long as I make the world reject you again. Do you think that those who have changed their views of you will once again put on their tinted glasses of suspicion? Will everything you have worked hard to maintain begin to collapse from within? Is this slow, public social death a more narratively logical destruction?"

Wen Nianchu shrugged, indicating that he didn't particularly care about these things.

"Then you let everyone isolate me."

"Do you think I'm afraid of this?"

She paused and suddenly laughed:

"Are you afraid yourself?"

The little girl sneered.

The main reason why she dared to provoke Wen Nianchu without any scruples was because the thick notebook in her hand contained an introduction to Wen Nianchu's time and space, which included her rebirth and the setting of heart disease that was forcibly added.

She added one more thing to it.

As long as Wen Nianchu laid hands on her, she would surely die from a heart attack.

"You're dead."

The little girl was about to pick up the black pen that was tucked away on the side of her notebook.

But at this moment——

A figure as fast as a ghost suddenly emerged from the shadows on the side without any warning.

There was actually a person hiding behind the container behind the other party, eavesdropping on their conversation.

However, his target was not Wen Nianchu, nor the little girl, but the black notebook!

The little girl only felt a flash before her eyes.

She felt a sharp pain at her wrist as cold fingers gripped it tightly.

So she subconsciously cried out in pain and let go.

The next second, the crucial black notebook changed hands.

Wen Nianchu just happened to take a step forward.

But before she could do anything, she felt a slight pain in her heart.

She paused and looked up at the instigator of this new incident.

That night, Shen Yu.

He landed a few steps away, his pale, slender fingers casually flipping through the black notebook.

Ye Chenyu lowered his eyelids.

The light from the dock shone on his face, and one could clearly see the faint smile on the corner of his mouth and the gloom in his eyes.

"oh?"

His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of amusement. "So this is the thing behind everything, manipulating everything, even... trying to decide how things will develop between her and me?"

Really, interesting.

His life was written into a book.

It can also be manipulated at will.