Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 645

Chaos descended as order vanished.

In the endless night, the Gate of Narrative, glowing with a neon green light, loomed like a colossal screen stretching across the sky.

Vivienne Lexton sat cross-legged, resting her chin in her hands as she stared down the gate. "You rang?"

Green vines uncoiled from the ethereal binding, reaching toward her like swaying seaweed in the ocean depths. Tender, vibrant leaves unfurled at their tips, waving at her like innocent children.

Annoyed, Vivienne swatted away the nearest vine. "Don't try to cozy up to me. I'm sick of playing out your script over and over again."

Suddenly, a green flash illuminated the dark void. Pages turned frantically as more and more vines lunged toward her, wrapping around her from every direction...

In the emptiness, beneath the heavy weight of the narrative, Vivienne's limbs and neck were entirely bound by vines. She looked exactly like a beautiful, helpless puppet controlled by a forest of thorns.

A sharp chime echoed.

Vivienne slowly opened her eyes. Her unfocused gaze drifted for a long moment before finally sharpening.

She was back.

Taking a minute to gather herself, she crawled out of bed and threw open the bedroom curtains. It was morning, but the sky remained a dismal gray. Down at Stormhollow Deepwater Port, the ships had left their lights burning all night.

Vivienne stretched, opened her closet, and threw on a heavy black fleece coat. She swept her bangs aside, put on a pink baseball cap, took a deep breath, and pushed her bedroom door open.

It was suspiciously quiet out there.

"What's going on? Looks like the efficiency of the Stormhollow Police Directorate really is lacking," Vivienne muttered to herself.

She had barely stepped into the hallway when her light footsteps suddenly felt heavy.

The living room was absolutely packed. It was so crowded that a few unidentifiable people didn't even have a place to sit.

Alaric and Cyril sat on opposite sides of the living room. Seeing her emerge, Cyril offered a gentle smile. "Rested well?"

Vivienne, slightly bewildered, nodded.

"Sit," Alaric said.

Cyril maintained his pleasant smile. "The Department of Justice stipulates that the jurisdiction where the suspect is currently located has priority execution of an arrest warrant. Are you trying to steal jurisdiction from your colleagues over in Merriton City?"

"Who's trying to steal Merriton City's jurisdiction?"

Right on cue, Chief Pope marched into the fray, flanked by his subordinates from The Central Police Directorate.

Since Cyril's official rank was low, Pope couldn't blatantly pledge his loyalty in front of an audience. Instead, he turned and put on a tough front. "My department has already received the arrest warrant from HQ. The Merriton City police will personally escort the suspect back to Stormhollow. There's no need for you boys to trouble yourselves."

A local authority always held the home-field advantage, especially when the room was packed with people far more terrifying than local cops.

The officers from Stormhollow offered a strained smile and handed the warrant over to Pope. "Then we'll leave it in your capable hands, Chief Pope." With that, they quietly slipped out of the living room.

As soon as they were gone, Pope practically sprinted over to Cyril, eager and fawning. "Please don't worry, Mr. Cyril. I will personally escort Miss Lexton up to Stormhollow. I absolutely will not let her suffer the slightest grievance."

Cyril glanced at Vivienne, then nodded. "Then I'll leave her in your care, Chief Pope."

"You're too kind!" Pope said, thrilled by the validation. He turned an overly attentive gaze to a 'clueless-looking' Vivienne. "Miss Lexton, the Prosecutor's Office requires you to be in custody by three o'clock this afternoon. Shall we?"