Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 509

"Creak—"

The door to one of the Black Rooms opened first. A staff member stepped out and whispered something to Cedric. Cedric immediately walked over to the courtyard and leaned down to pour Caspian a cup of hot tea.

"Sir, Mr. Cyril has finished. He's in the shower now."

Caspian, who was resting on a bamboo chair with his eyes closed, opened them and looked up at Cedric. "Who did you say?"

It wasn't surprising that Caspian was shocked. Cyril had never lost a single mental endurance trial before. He had only been in there for fifteen minutes—how was it over already?

Cedric lowered his head and whispered the details. Caspian's expression turned highly complicated. "He lost that completely?"

He waved a hand dismissively. "Keep this quiet. These boys are still green. We don't need to crush their pride."

"Yes, sir."

Caspian picked up his teacup, his gaze drifting toward the other two rooms. Now it was just down to Alaric and Julian.

*

Inside his room, Alaric sat elegantly on the sofa, his breathing slightly ragged.

His world of desire wasn't filled with bizarre or chaotic visions.

It was a summer day by the lotus pond. Sunlight reflected off the water like gold as he sat by the window, reading a book.

"Splash—"

A koi fish flicked its tail, darting between the lily pads. The splash was heavy, sending a single drop of water landing squarely on the page of his book.

Just as he was about to stand up, a phantom silhouette flashed behind him, wrapping its arms around his torso. Alaric's expression remained perfectly blank. He grabbed the wrists on his shoulders and threw the illusion across the room.

At that moment, someone else slipped into his lap. Or rather, not a person, but a sensually glowing silhouette that looped its arms around his neck, acting as if it wanted to read with him.

Alaric closed his book, stood up, and shoved the glowing figure onto the floor.

He hadn't taken a single step before another ethereal form stumbled forward, wrapping its arms tightly around his waist. This time, it wasn't a shadow or a glow—it was the stunning body of a beautiful woman, missing a face.

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