Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 511

“Ah... Mmm...”

Vivienne Lexton bit into the steamed dumpling. The rich, savory juices burst into her mouth, so scalding hot she wanted to swallow but didn't dare.

Suddenly!

[Ding—]

[Congratulations. Treasure Plot, Palpitation Chapter: "Saving the Little Stray" has been triggered. Completion progress: 80%]

“Pfft—”

The notification caught her completely off guard, making her spit out the mouthful of meat.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

What the hell was that?

“What's wrong? Did you burn yourself?” Marissa asked, utterly confused, quickly getting up to pour her a glass of water. “I told you it was hot and to eat slowly, but you just wouldn't listen.”

Looking as though she had just seen a ghost, Vivienne turned toward the flower stand, where the Little Stray was sunbathing on its back, looking completely carefree.

“But...” she muttered to herself, “I'm already taking it slow... ridiculously slow.”

In truth, from the very beginning, she knew exactly who the real Little Stray was.

But back when she first encountered the Gate of Narrative, she hadn't trusted anything about this place. Though she coveted the rewards from the Pen of Narrative, she refused to become a mindless puppet deliberately getting close to someone just for a prize. Furthermore, Cyril was only fifteen back then, having just lost his mother. Being a minor and severely starved of affection was a massive double-debuff. Figuring she couldn't conquer that mountain, she had simply tossed the task aside and ignored it.

Palpitation Chapter?!

Vivienne rubbed her temples.

Damn these puns. When she first heard the system announcement, she naively assumed it was the “Action Chapter,” thinking she just needed to teach Cyril how to love—whether it was family, friendship, or romance.

She had originally planned to pull off something huge, like making Cyril love his grandfather, which might have even gained her an extra ally.

But it turned out to be the Palpitation Chapter—about romantic feelings.

Wait!

Romantic feelings?!

Two hours had passed, and yet there was still no movement from Julian's room in The Black Room. The competition was technically over, but they hadn't called it off because they wanted to see exactly where Julian's limits lay.

“Julian will be joining me on this trip to Solenforth. I assume neither of you has any objections?”

Cyril set down his teacup, his expression mild. “I accept my defeat.”

Alaric looked at Caspian. “I have no objections.”

A moment later, a noise came from the third room in The Black Room.

Cedric received the message and immediately came to report.

“Sir, Mr. Julian survived the drug's effects and is now fully conscious. Dr. Cole says he held on purely through his own willpower, so he'll need a little time to recover.”

Alaric and Cyril both froze in surprise.

During their usual training, Julian could barely handle the brainwave simulations with simulated tactile feedback. This time, with the added hallucinogen increasing the difficulty exponentially, he had actually made it through?

Comparison was the thief of joy. The two of them couldn't help but recall the absurd depths of their own desires, their expressions turning equally complicated.