Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 125

"I remember now! My dream when I was little was to change the world, to become the first female president in Athelvia's history."

Bianca tapped her head, a hint of reminiscence in her voice. "How could I have forgotten something so important?"

The shock in Vivienne's eyes slowly faded into calm, a smile playing on her lips. "That's a great dream."

"Do you really think so? When I told my cousins from the Whitmore family when I was little, they all laughed at me." Bianca's voice was tinged with memory. "I think I forgot about it because I was always made fun of."

She looked at Vivienne. "You don't think it's ridiculous? There has never been a female president in the history of Athelvia."

Vivienne shook her head. "What's ridiculous about it? Just because it hasn't happened in the past doesn't mean it won't happen in the future."

Bianca stared at her face, trying to find a hint of a joke in Vivienne's eyes.

But there was none.

Not a single trace.

"Do you really think so?" Bianca's expression shifted from initial excitement to a sober seriousness. "My grades are terrible, my temper is awful, and even my grandfather and father think I'll be lucky if anyone is willing to marry me in the future. A person like me..."

"Bianca," Vivienne interrupted her. "Your grades are just bad right now; that doesn't mean they'll be bad forever. And having a temper isn't necessarily a bad thing. If you use it in the right situations, it can be a great asset. You're only twelve. Don't define yourself with 'a person like me.'"

Bianca was speechless.

She had heard plenty of grand principles before, but never had she felt her blood boil with such passion as she did now.

Vivienne's words were like a great ship of ideals crashing into the iceberg of reality, setting a world-consuming fire across a vast, barren wasteland.

The sound of her mind breaking out of its shell was silent.

Bianca looked up, dazed. "Vivienne, it feels like a lightbulb just went off in my head."

Vivienne's gaze fell on the space above Bianca's head. The labels... had disappeared.

When she had first awakened, her sense of powerlessness had been far greater than Bianca's. She had more regrets than a fleet of trucks could carry. She had wanted to learn from the beginning, but the person who had been willing to teach her was long gone.

Compared to her, Bianca was much luckier.

Bianca frantically ran her hands through her hair, then her expression suddenly turned serious as a thought struck her.

"Vivienne, I just thought of a possibility."

"What?"

"Tell me the truth. Am I actually the female lead of this world, and you're here to save me because the plot went off the rails when I forgot my dream?"

Vivienne was speechless for a moment before shaking her head. "No, you're the most insignificant cannon fodder in this world. In the first two hundred chapters, you had fewer than three thousand words of dialogue. Later, you ended up in a vegetative state and didn't even get any more screen time."

She couldn't reveal that there was a Narrative Realm in her head. As for the plot, it was a mix of real and fake. Believe it if you want, don't if you don't.