Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 54

“Achoo!”

Vivienne let out a sudden sneeze, catching an unprepared Caspian right in the face. Cedric’s eyelid twitched as he quickly handed over a handkerchief.

“I’m so sorry, Grandpa. I tried to turn my head but didn’t make it in time,” Vivienne said sheepishly, sniffling.

Caspian waved his hand, casually wiping his face, and turned to instruct Cedric, “Go get her a jacket.”

A wave of genuine affection for the old man washed over Vivienne. “Grandpa, you’re so good to me. When I grow up, I’ll be sure to take good care of you.”

Caspian chuckled. “You’re only just realizing how good I am to you? Then why did you cause such a scene instead of just coming to me for help?”

Vivienne paused, looking up at Caspian.

Caspian patted her head. “How many times have I told you? If you’re being wronged, just come find Grandpa. With me, you never need to beat around the bush.”

Vivienne was stunned. She finally understood that the old man had seen through her act all along and had just been playing along with her earlier.

Noticing her unease, Caspian quickly added, “I’m not blaming you. If anything, it means I haven’t done enough. Vivienne, you remember this: no matter what grievances you face out there, you can always tell me directly. Grandpa will have your back.”

Vivienne looked at the kind, benevolent old man before her and asked blankly, “Will you believe me no matter what I say, Grandpa?”

In her past life, after Grandpa died, there was no one left to have her back. No one believed a word she said.

After her awakening, she had tried to change everyone’s minds, but it was useless. Just as the Narrative Spirit had said, her character labels were set. Even if she hadn’t done those bad things, the moment any accusation flew, she would become the target of everyone’s scorn.

She had to go on this trip to Alderwick. It was the best chance she had to get closer to Bianca, and she had to pull Bianca onto her side.

At the same time, she couldn’t stop worrying about Serena. Her intuition told her that Serena was already heading down a dangerous path, and she couldn’t let a known time bomb stay by her grandfather’s side.

Under the influence of her character settings, it had been a long time since anyone had trusted her. That’s why she always thought that if she could just find evidence, her grandfather would believe her. But just as Caspian said, it didn’t have to be that complicated. She could just tell him directly. Grandpa was much more capable than her; he would surely find a solution.

“Grandpa, will you believe me no matter what I say? Even if it’s wild and illogical, even if I don’t have a shred of proof?” Vivienne’s gaze suddenly became firm, as if she had made a momentous decision.

Caspian nodded. “As long as it comes from you, Vivienne, Grandpa will believe it.”

Vivienne took a breath. “Grandpa, the truth is, I’m****************”

She was muted?!

Vivienne was in shock!

But what shocked her even more was that the scene before her suddenly flattened into two-dimensional slices.

The trees, the pavilion, the night sky, and even Caspian and Cedric standing before her—it felt like she was standing in a three-dimensional space, reading a two-dimensional comic book.

The scenery and the people had all turned into paper cutouts.

At that moment, Vivienne remembered what the Narrative Spirit had once said: she was the only character in the Narrative Realm to have awakened her own consciousness. She had come to life.

Vivienne hadn't quite understood what that meant until this very moment…

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Vivienne’s bedroom was just opposite Caspian’s. The staff at Northwing Court were all long-serving employees who knew how much the old master doted on Miss Lexton, so they didn’t dare to be negligent. Although the room was prepared on short notice, the duvet and pillowcases were all brand-new silk. The moment Vivienne hit the bed, drowsiness washed over her, and she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

In her dream, she was once again before the enormous Gate of Narrative.

This time, Vivienne wasn’t afraid. She stroked her chin, examining it carefully, then walked up and gave it a kick. “Was that you messing with me earlier?”

The Gate of Narrative emitted a green glow, and a line of large, fluorescent green words appeared in the air.

[World Narrative Rule 1: The existence of the Narrative Realm must not be disclosed to any outside party. Violation will result in a random negative character tag being applied to the discloser, and the recipient of the information will be immediately erased.]

[Friendly Reminder: Warning has been used. Next violation will result in immediate consequences.]

Vivienne was speechless. “Seriously? Why didn’t you tell me about this ridiculous rule sooner?!”

Wait! If there’s a rule one, there must be a rule two! Learning her lesson, she walked up and kicked it again. “What are the other rules?”

The Gate of Narrative glowed green once more: [Once the narrative begins, characters are free to explore. Rules are only revealed as warnings when triggered.]

She was at a loss for words.

Vivienne rested her forehead in her hand. She had only awakened; she hadn’t grown a new brain. How was she supposed to play the game with such a difficult special power?

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