Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 480

A Judgement Play?

Judging who?

The system's mechanical voice had triggered so abruptly that Vivienne was momentarily stunned into silence.

Aurelia and Bianca stared at her, deeply unsettled by her sudden freeze.

*Ding.*

[Target identified: Aurelia Ravenshire. Infraction: Unauthorized removal of character traits. Penalty: Immediate Execution!]

Not again.

Vivienne's eyes widened in horror. She slowly turned toward Aurelia, watching helplessly as a sick, toxic green light began to pool above the girl's head.

[Execution Countdown: 12:00:00]

The system was executing Aurelia?!

An icy realization dawned on her. The penalty wasn't triggered by destroying the entire persona. The moment a core character trait was even fractured, the execution sequence began.

Suddenly, the world around her violently collapsed inward. It felt as if she were violently dragged into the center of a raging tidal wave. A suffocating storm severed all her connections to reality.

She plunged into an abyss of absolute silence and pitch-black darkness. There was nothing left but her own erratic heartbeat.

"Vivi! Vivi!"

Muffled through a thousand layers of water, a voice desperately called out to her.

*Crash!*

She jolted awake with a sharp gasp. Light and shadow slammed back into place. The overwhelming tide receded, and the world reset itself into terrifying normality.

Vivienne blinked rapidly, her gaze snapping to Bianca. "Where's Lia?"

Bianca squeezed her hand tightly, her voice barely a whisper. "She left."

Left? Vivienne quickly pieced it together. She must have blacked out for those few crucial seconds. "Where did she go?"

"She went to find Lara," Bianca replied.

Find Lara?

Vivienne's heart plummeted into her stomach.

The cyberbullying, the public humiliation—none of the scripted events had been deleted. The suffering had simply been transferred to a different target. That meant the rooftop suicide attempt was still locked in place.

The Judgement? The Execution?

Oh god, it was a trap.

The view from the rooftop was breathtaking. Look down, and the chaotic arteries of traffic and dazzling lights sprawled endlessly beneath you. Look up, and the stars hung so low in the pitch-black sky it felt like you could pluck them with your bare hands.

Lara stood at the edge of the rooftop barricade. She didn't look at the sky, nor did she look at the streets below. Her dead eyes were fixed entirely on the endless concrete jungle. To her shattered mind, the towering skyscrapers looked like terrifying, dormant beasts waiting to devour her alive.

The world was full of beauty and cruelty, kindness and pure evil. But in the end, people could only ever see the world through the lens of their own suffering.

She slumped onto the edge of the railing, her spirit completely broken. Her fingers uncurled one by one. The plastic pregnancy test slipped from her grasp, plummeting silently into the abyss below. The very last shred of her hope was gone.

Meanwhile, thirty feet away on the rooftop of The Twin Towers.

A man in a black leather jacket coldly adjusted the scope of his sniper rifle, locking the crosshairs dead center on Lara's chest. Just as his finger curled around the trigger, the teenage boy beside him smoothly ejected the magazine.

"What's the rush?" Stellan Shaw muttered lazily. "Look at her. She's going to jump on her own any second now."

The hitman scoffed in annoyance. "She's been pacing around over there for four hours. The sun's going to come up if she waits much longer. If she wanted to die, she'd be dead already. I might as well put a bullet in her and end it."

"I told you not to rush. We still have four hours before dawn." Stellan pulled a cold beer from his backpack and tossed it to the man. Then, he flipped open his laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard in a blur of keystrokes.

The hitman caught the beer. After a moment of hesitation, he popped the tab.

The suffocating tension on the rooftop instantly dissolved into a casual hangout.

*

When a person's entire worldview is reduced to ashes, the world itself ceases to matter.