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.

"Why run?"

She placed her hands on his shoulders and gave a gentle push. They tumbled onto the daybed together, and she straddled his hips, her arms wrapping easily around his neck.

"What are you afraid of? Rules are meant to be broken, and people are alive. Do you want your rules, or do you want me?"

He didn't answer, just stared at her with a somber, icy gaze. She smirked, just as wicked as she always was in reality. Keeping her arms looped around his neck, she lowered her head, slowly inching closer to his lips.

Alaric's gaze turned dark. He turned his head, letting the kiss land on the corner of his mouth.

Visibly annoyed, she grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at her. Their foreheads rested together, their eyes locked in a violent clash of wills.

"Alaric, you don't even have the courage to look your own desires in the eye. How do you plan to compete with anyone else?"

Alaric looked up. Every ounce of his restraint shattered. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against his chest as he rolled over, pinning her to the mattress.

The world spun violently around him. On the wall, the calligraphy for 'Tranquility' was torn apart by the weight of the moment, violently splitting and reshaping itself into 'Conflict'.