A game where you have to pay to win? But I have a lifespan roulette wheel!

Jiang Lin suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Scarface Jiang Lin, who is he? Could it be...? No! That's not right! How did you know?!"

The director chuckled softly, his fingers lightly tracing the keys of the typewriter, producing a subtle clicking sound: "I told you, I'm just a recorder. Every story of Jiang Lin, every possible trajectory, leaves its mark in this script room. You just saw it in that shattered world bubble, didn't you? The one who wrote 'Little Director,' he was the protagonist of the previous draft of the script. Unfortunately... he tried to resist, but in the end, he only became part of the cycle."

You're drenched in sweat, bro!

Jiang Lin was genuinely sweating profusely this time.

He gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly; his fingertips were not just slightly white, but completely bloodless.

Brother Jiang hasn't been this anxious in a long time.

"So I'm a character in your script now? That prophecy of dying surrounded by crowd, was that something you orchestrated?"

"Prophecy? No, it's just the natural progression of the story."

The director shook his head.

Their gaze fell upon a glowing book that had appeared behind Jiang Lin at some unknown time!

It was the phantom of the goddess's "Book of Prayer".

"Look, it's still recording you, even if you've escaped that world, the story continues."

Jiang Lin suddenly turned around and saw a new line of words slowly appearing on the page:

[Jiang Lin meets the director, and the fourth draft of the script officially begins.]

"What the hell are you?!"

An atmosphere rippled around Jiang Lin.

Various energies are being mobilized frantically.

Forget about absolute defense barriers, super anti-peeping arrays, damage transfer shields, and attack deflection cameras.

In short, everything that Jiang Lin knew and could think of was arranged.

grandma's.

Is this the first time I've felt this much pressure?

Am I turning into Deadpool and hacking my way into the editorial department?

Jiang Lin lowered his voice: "A forbidden creature? A unique professional? Or something else entirely?"

"I am nothing, and I can be everything." The director interrupted Jiang Lin, his tone suddenly becoming profound. "To be more precise, I am a personification of the concept of narrative itself. All the stories within the conceptual gap need a narrator, and I am the one responsible for organizing the chaotic possibilities into a coherent script."

The only professional, a formidable forbidden creature.

They are all concrete manifestations of certain concepts.

This director is the embodiment of the concept of narrative.

It seems... not impossible.

Jiang Linren is a bit numb.

The director stood up and walked towards Jiang Lin.

"You're quite interesting, Jiang Lin. Among all the Jiang Lins across timelines, you're the most unique. I've seen the Jiang Lin who became the Cuckold King, whose heart belonged only to that woman named Leng Qingxue. I've also seen the scarred-faced Chu Nan King Jiang Lin. You wanted to lose your virginity and had sex with the Beast King, and then you were beaten by Nero. Only you, Jiang Lin, the current you, are special. You are also the only individual who simultaneously possesses so many labels: system host, transmigrator, Ghost King brother, Demon King, and conceptual gap intruder. More importantly... you also have the game singularity within you!"

Jiang Lin's pupils contracted.

The director knew that Jiang Lin had this, but Jiang Lin wasn't particularly surprised.

This guy is the embodiment of narrative concepts; he can even reveal the identity of Jiang Lin, the Ghost King's brother.

Jiang Lin estimated that he didn't have any secrets from him.

Jiang Lin was surprised because he had never paid much attention to this game singularity, treating it as just a routine tactic.

I never imagined this thing could be this important!

"Don't be nervous, I won't take your things." The director stopped in front of Jiang Lin, leaned down to look at him, and said, "I just want to make a deal with you."

"What kind of deal?"

More than a transaction.

Jiang Lin was actually curious about what exactly the Game Singularity was that made these people keep bringing it up.

"You help me finish the ending of the fourth draft of the script, and I'll tell you how to break free from the conceptual gap—the real way, not the passive waiting that the King of Fantasy talked about."

The director's smile deepened.

"And I can tell you something you'd never expect."

"What is it?"

Instead of answering directly, the director took out a yellowed photograph from his suit pocket and gently placed it on the table.

Jiang Lin looked down.

My whole body froze instantly.

The photo shows an ordinary street scene on Earth, with pedestrians hurrying by and cars flowing by.

But in the crowd, there was a figure wearing a hoodie, whose posture, physique, and even the slight leftward tilt when walking on water...

Yeah, it's basically uneven shoulders.

Everything is exactly the same as before Jiang Lin transmigrated!

In the corner of the photo, a line of small print was written in ballpoint pen:

[Observation Subject No. 67: Jiang Lin (Original Timeline, Unawakened State)]

"This...this is..."

Jiang Lin's voice was somewhat hoarse.

No!

Brother!

This...this...this impact is a bit too great.

Why don't you talk about time travel?

The systems they're talking about are all top-level systems; nothing can be above them.

If the world before the transmigration doesn't participate in the plot, can we just pretend it doesn't exist?

What are you doing now?!

"You think your time travel was an accident?" The director retracted the photo, his tone as calm as if he were answering a question. "You think the game's choice of Earth as your life-or-death situation was a random event? You think your system was generated out of thin air? That things like the x100 card were easily obtained?"

The three questions were like three heavy hammer blows to Jiang Lin's heart.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

The director sat back down at the typewriter, his fingers lightly tapping on the keyboard.

A new line of text was typed: [The beginning of Jiang Lin learning the truth.]

"What I'm trying to say is that everything you've experienced right now—from transmigrating and acquiring the system, from joining the pay-to-win game and getting 100 cards, being discovered by the Magic King, to now becoming the Demon King and being caught in the conceptual rift—none of this is accidental!" The director looked up, and the pure white space began to ripple slightly, with countless floating fragments of images appearing all around:

There are scenes of Jiang Lin living an ordinary life on Earth.

After being transported to Earth, the scene depicts lying on a bed like a maggot.

The scene where Leng Qingxue and Ji Boda pointed at his face and humiliated him when he was a maggot.

The moment he was transported to the previous world and became the Demon King.

There was even another Jiang Lin, dressed in royal robes and wearing a crown, sitting on a throne and looking down at all living beings.

"Look, these are all you." The director pointed to the scenes, "Different timelines, different choices, different endings, but one thing is the same."

He paused, then said, word by word, "You..."