Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 95

“!”

Vivienne was in shock. Before she could react, the mechanical voice sounded again.

[Ding—]

[Generation complete!]

On what grounds?!

Vivienne erupted in fury. No one hated the constraints of these tags more than she did. In her previous life, she had been controlled by the plot because she was bound to tags like ‘malicious’ and ‘stupid’.

Now this Narrative Realm was trying to pull the same trick. Vivienne wasn’t having any of it. She jabbed a finger at her forehead. “Who the hell do you think you are, slapping labels on me? I’m warning you, don’t you dare, or I’ll rip out all your leaves and take you down with me—”

[Character Tag 2: Lazy]

“?”

What? Vivienne’s fiery rage was instantly extinguished. One moment she was ready to go down in flames, the next, she was completely calm.

Wait a minute.

How could a quality as excellent as laziness be considered a negative tag?

She cleared her throat. If the Narrative Realm wanted to classify it that way, she supposed she could accept it.

Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a thought struck her.

What did “two” mean?

Alarm bells instantly rang in Vivienne’s head. She tapped her forehead again. “Do I have other character tags?”

[One was automatically generated an hour ago. Would you like to view it?]

Vivienne was furious again. She clearly remembered that all her character tags had been cleared when she started over. How was she tagged again?

[All plot characters have tags. As the plot unfolds, character tags are gradually refined. Negative tags are punishments for violating plot rules, while standard character tags are generated based on a character’s actions.]

In other words, aside from punishments, character tags were generated automatically and objectively based on a character’s performance in the story.

Vivienne couldn’t find a flaw in that logic. She stroked her chin, her mind racing.

Since her return, she had allied with Bianca, expelled Serena, suppressed Cyril, and exposed the Whitmores’ scheme for the Ravenshire family. With a track record like that, she should at least earn a [Brilliant] tag, or at worst, [Master Strategist]. This round was in the bag.

She refused to believe it. They thought they could label her with just two hundred and thirty pieces of data? She would tear down this “Unhinged” tag tonight, even if it meant pulling an all-nighter.

*

The next morning, sunlight streamed over the land.

The turtle, having slept soundly through the night, peeked its head out of its shell.

What was going on? It was already so late. Why hadn’t its owner taken it out to sunbathe?

Cyril felt a strange shiver as he stepped into Northwing Court, as if someone were talking about him at that very moment.

Caspian, who was practicing his morning meditative exercises in the garden room, saw him from a distance and immediately stopped, waving him over.

“Cyril.”

“Grandfather.” Cyril walked through the corridor and into the garden room, his gaze sweeping unnaturally toward the lounge chair by the pool.

Caspian noticed his glance and turned to Cedric. “Go and see what’s going on with Vivienne. She didn’t even show up for breakfast.”