flstandardbreds Chapter 993: Fate Crosses
Chapter 993: Fate Crosses
"Warning! Storyline disruption detected!" The system's shrill alarm boomed across the Temple of Creation. Yun Yao's cinnabar pen, used to mark the script, suddenly broke, and red ink stained the pages of "The Chronicle of the Floating World" with hideous bloodstains. The projections of the three thousand worlds suspended in the air distorted simultaneously, and among them, the technological and cultivation fusion world numbered "X-777" suddenly cracked with spiderweb-like black fissures.
"Mother!" Chu Moyao's voice crackled with electric current, and the girl's blood-stained face appeared and disappeared in the cracks. "The story generator here is out of control! Liu Yan'er she..." The picture suddenly exploded into snowflakes, and the star map on the dome of the temple rotated strangely in the opposite direction, dragging everyone into a vortex of time and space as thick as ink.
When Yun Yao opened her eyes again, the pungent smell of ozone assaulted her. A holographic projection flickered on the mottled metal walls, reflecting the messy laboratory floor. Dozens of story generators belched black smoke. At the central control console, Liu Yan'er, clad in a white lab coat, furiously tapped away at the keyboard. The Heavenly Dao Seal that appeared behind her neck was identical to that of the Lord of Order.
"You're still alive." Yun Yao's voice startled Liu Yan'er, causing her to swerve. A flash of panic flashed across her eyes, followed by a cold sneer. "Yun Yao, do you think you can control fate by merging three thousand worlds?" Liu Yan'er pressed a red button, and the wall exploded, revealing hundreds of mechanical puppets, each with a flashing script chip embedded in its chest.
Chu Mochen instantly blocked Yun Yao's path, his Hongmeng pen emitting a silver arc of light. Just as the puppets were about to pounce, a figure swooped in like a ghost. Modern Su Yao gripped the keyboard, her fingertips creating a blue rune on the keys. All the puppets froze simultaneously, and the title of the book, "The Legend of the Transmigrator Princess' Counterattack," appeared on the chip on her chest.
"You didn't expect that? I'm the hidden boss of this world!" Su Yao shook her hair, a sly smile flickering in her eyes. Yun Yao's pupils shrank suddenly—a transparent panel floating behind Su Yao clearly displayed the permission level of "Dimension Administrator." Memories flooded back, and she finally understood why she was able to escape danger every time. It turned out that from the moment they crossed over, they had been secretly protected by their higher-dimensional selves.
"Stop!" Liu Yan'er suddenly pulled off her laboratory wig, revealing the ahoge on top of her head. "You got the wrong script!" She took out her tablet and swiped it frantically. "It should have been a touching plot where I used the story generator to destroy the world, the three of you joined forces to fight, and finally I came to my senses and was reborn!" The mechanical puppets in the laboratory collectively tilted their heads and made confused sounds.
Su Yao chuckled and pulled out a stack of yellowed manuscripts from her pocket: "Liu Yan'er, I have backed up all the fan fiction you secretly wrote when you were the defender of the Heavenly Dao in "Floating Life World". The crooked handwriting on the paper read: "On how to whitewash the villain into the heroine." Liu Yan'er's face instantly turned the color of liver, and the action of controlling the puppet to grab the manuscript revealed her guilty conscience.
Just as the farce escalated, Chu Moyao suddenly pointed at the console and screamed. On the screen, the code of "Yunlan Jiezhi" was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, replaced by an unfamiliar purple data stream. "Oh no! It's the Dimension Observer!" Su Yao's face suddenly changed. "They found a plot hole in this world and want to force format it!"
The metal floor of the laboratory began to crack, and purple lightning rained down from the sky. Yun Yao grasped Chu Mochen's hand, and the Hongmeng Pen burst into a brilliant light. However, this time, the tip of the pen shattered in the thunder. "I see..." Yun Yao suddenly chuckled, throwing the broken pen into the air. "We've been so obsessed with fighting, but we've forgotten the most powerful power of story—it's resonance."
She turned and took Su Yao's hand, then reached for Liu Yan'er with her other hand. The moment their fingertips touched, the power of the stories of the Three Thousand Worlds transformed into a golden torrent. Chu Moyao's divine pupils of creation shone brilliantly, reassembling all the fragments of the script into a gigantic book-like shadow. "Since the Observer demands a perfect script, let's write an ending that breaks the rules!" the girl shouted, and the book-like shadow crashed down upon the purple thunder.
Amidst the deafening roar, Yun Yao saw the inhabitants of countless smaller worlds raise their heads. Maids in the palace secretly continued their storybooks late at night, disciples of the trance wrote poems in the clouds with flying swords, and interstellar residents carved stories into meteorites. As the first rays of morning sun pierced the darkness, an unwilling roar echoed from the observer's dimension. Beneath them, a brand new universe filled with infinite possibilities was awakening.
Liu Yan'er looked at her hands, which had stopped shaking, and suddenly smiled. She took out the story generator and solemnly wrote on the blank script: "The Years When My Enemy and I Became Partners in the Creation of the World." Su Yao raised an eyebrow and leaned over: "Add me! Let's form an interdimensional screenwriter team!"
Yun Yao leaned on Chu Mochen's shoulder, watching the storytelling butterflies dancing in the sky. It turned out that true destiny wasn't a script, but the cry of every soul unwilling to be ordinary. When Chu Moyao placed his warm palm on the back of hers, she knew that their legend had just begun.