Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 647

In just two short hours, Vivienne single-handedly pushed the viral hype of the gun-toting torture case to its absolute peak.

The trolls she labeled 'maggots' were stomping their feet in fury, redirecting their attacks at Merriton City's police department and questioning the integrity of local law enforcement.

[Why does a murderer still have internet access? Who gave her that right??]

The Merriton City Police didn't tolerate the disrespect. The official website fired back with a hardline response.

-[Strictly enforcing the law based on evidence. Baseless slander will be prosecuted!]

The keyboard warriors had never encountered a government agency with such little patience. Frustrated, they pivoted back to bombarding Vivienne.

But the trolls were quickly left stunned. Vivienne's replies weren't just getting faster; they were getting increasingly toxic.

How was she doing it? Did she clone herself?

*

Crown Hospital.

Inside the VIP suite, Bianca sat in a loose hospital gown. Even with an IV drip hooked to her arm, her fingers flew across her screen without missing a beat.

"Bring it on! I spent all night studying the art of dirty anatomical insults. I am terrifyingly strong right now!"

Bianca activated her full-blown attack mode. The second anyone dared to badmouth Vivienne, she transformed into a Shit-Covered Spear, dedicating herself to thoroughly and equally disgusting every single maggot online.

The more she cursed, the more adrenaline surged through her. She was just hitting her stride when she suddenly ran out of trolls to roast.

"Huh?"

What happened?

Thoroughly confused, Bianca checked the comment history and realized that, out of nowhere, an entire army of 'Vivienne' defenders had spawned in the comment section. They were all acting as Shit-Covered Spears, launching a devastating counterattack heavily relying on anatomical references, accusations of impotence, and pure, unadulterated sarcasm.

How filthy were the insults? The kind that would give you an eye infection just by reading them.

[Wow, the power of capitalism is truly eye-opening. The Ravenshire bot army deployed fast.]

[Hahaha, if I wasn't doing this for free, I'd almost believe that.]

[Sorry, sis isn't here defending capitalism. I just genuinely wanted an excuse to go crazy online.]

[What a coincidence! Me too! Cursing people out feels amazing. No wonder people like being trolls.]

[Sorry, I'm not a capitalist either. I just hate people who sympathize with rapists.]

[We are not Vivienne, but aren't we all Vivienne?]

In just one minute, over five thousand comments flooded in, with people proudly owning their actions. Only then did the internet realize that these Shit-Covered Spears were fully capable of communicating rationally.

It was a silent, yet unprecedentedly massive, digital war.

*

The Merriton City police cruiser hadn't even pulled into Police HQ before it was swarmed by a barricade of reporters.

Due to the extreme nature of the case, the citizens of Athelvia were highly invested. Coupled with Vivienne's relentless online provocations, the media frenzy had surpassed any news event in the nation's history.

"Miss Lexton, do you have anything to say about the negative societal impact you've caused?"

"Miss Lexton, please step out and give us a brief statement."

"Miss Lexton, setting aside the legal process, do you personally feel guilty? Have you felt any remorse for your actions?"

"..."

The press hunted for truth and ratings. Even if they respected Vivienne's sheer audacity, they offered no mercy. Acidic, unforgiving questions rained down on her.

In front of the lenses, her youthful, stunningly beautiful face was perfectly calm. She stared directly into the cameras, her dark eyes sharp and clear.

Beyond the lenses.

Countless people were watching her.

Power players, admirers, family, friends, strangers, and those who despised her.

She remained entirely unfazed. "I am incredibly thankful that I am only sixteen, because it only further proves that those men belong in hell."

The reporters were stunned into silence.

Vivienne pushed the microphone back toward the crowd. "We were all minors. Yet some people hate me for using my age as a shield, while others pity me for facing this nightmare before I've even grown up. The reason for your hatred and your pity stems from the exact same fact. So, the issue isn't my age. The issue is all of you standing in front of me—whose tragedy are you actually empathizing with?"

The press corps was speechless, completely unsure of how to respond.

Knowing she wouldn't get an answer, Vivienne pulled the microphone back and continued. "I'll answer your third question first. I do not believe I am guilty. Therefore, during the upcoming trial, I will reject all assistance provided by my family and act as my own legal counsel."

"And finally, to answer your second question. Facts do not equal justice. So, personally, I believe that if I can secure a final victory, it will simply prove that our justice system is evolving."

"Now, clear a path. I'm going to claim my justice."

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