The script is the blueprint of fate.
But when the script begins to write itself, not even the system can remain in control.
[System Core · Black Zone Cache]
[Anomaly Code: D-1029][Anomaly Type: Self-Performing Script][Anomaly Status: Uncontrolled Writing / Autonomous Text Generation In Progress...]
Three lines of red warning text flashed repeatedly across the system's main interface.
No script character had ever done what Li Qi had: not only rewriting the text, but triggering the structure itself to learn and generate autonomously.
"She's not just a character. Not just a writer either...She's... the origin of another script."
That was a hidden log entry deep within the system's judgment protocol.
And now, the script world had quietly activated a new subroutine:Self-Writing Engine: Awakening.
[Script Space · "Hall of Forgotten Dreams" Sub-Scenario Activated]
Li Qi awoke once more, only to find herself in an unfamiliar world.
Gone were the city streets she knew—she now stood in a long, silent, dimly lit corridor that felt abandoned by time.
Oil paintings lined the walls, each one a scene from her scripts:
One showed the moment she and Su Ying rewrote fate together.
Another captured Wen Heng's judgmental gaze as he confronted her.
And then—there was one she had never written, yet it existed, undeniably real.
It showed herself, covered in blood, face streaked with tears, kneeling in a pile of burning script fragments, screaming madly:
"I won't write anymore! I won't! Why is it, the more I write—the more I die inside?!"
Li Qi stood frozen.
"I didn't write this..."
She murmured.
Yet the image existed. And beneath it, there was a signature:
[Li Qi]Script ID: 0 · Self-Performance Log Fragment
[Sub-Scenario Prompt · Current Story Node: Dream Draft Test]
A metallic voice echoed around her—part system, part something far older:
"Welcome to the 'Hall of Forgotten Dreams.'Every scene here is something you've never dared to write.From now on, you will face the backlash of your scripts.The next page—will you write it?Or will it write you?"
Li Qi felt a chill crawl down her spine.
She looked down—there was a pen in her palm.The tip was already leaking crimson ink.
She began to realize: what she was writing…was no longer just stories.
It was reality.
Every tragedy she penned could now mean a real death.
[Real World · Wen Heng's Tracking Node]
Meanwhile, on the system's surveillance platform, Wen Heng watched in silence as Li Qi was pulled into the "Hall of Forgotten Dreams."
He frowned, muttering:
"She triggered that place...The Dream Script Core—no one's ever come back alive."
The system AI blared a warning:
"Z-003, disengage.She has entered [Self-Performing Script State].Intervention is no longer possible."
But Wen Heng chuckled, voice so low it was almost inaudible:
"No... she's not breaking apart.She's rebuilding."
He glanced at his palm—next to Li Qi's name, the designation was shifting.From [Target] to [...Author?]
He let out a bitter laugh.
"Just what are you, Li Qi?"
[Script Self-Writing · The First NPC to Be "Written Alive"]
Back in the Hall of Forgotten Dreams—
Li Qi wandered, still shaken, when a soft voice suddenly echoed by her ear:
"Please... don't let them write me dead again, okay?"
She spun around.
In a shadowed corner, a girl crouched—dirty, pale, disheveled.
It was Su Ying.
But not the version Li Qi had saved.This was the original Su Ying—the discarded first draft.
A nameless, background NPC who died in chapter one, under a rain-soaked streetlamp.Created only to serve the male protagonist's growth.
In her trembling hands, she held a torn fragment of paper.
It read:
"She died. The rain stopped. The story finally began."
Su Ying held the scrap out to Li Qi, eyes pleading:
"...Sister, can you write me as the protagonist, just once?"
Li Qi's mind went blank.
This wasn't a normal sub-scenario.It was built from every discarded draft she'd ever abandoned.
Every "meaningless sacrifice" she'd casually written and forgotten—they were all here, waiting, begging, watching.
Li Qi—this time, will you make a different choice?Will you write hope, or repeat the cycle?