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

"...All of you are an essential part of the narrative."

The director's voice echoed in the pure white space.

Calm yet carrying an undeniable weight, "From an ordinary person on Earth to becoming a transmigrator with a system, to becoming a demon king, and then to those Jiang Lins in other timelines who either became cuckold kings or Chu Nan kings, whether successful or unsuccessful, crazy or depraved, each of you is providing material for the script of this book, 'The Game of Life and Death'."

Jiang Lin's breath hitched slightly.

He stared into the director's all-seeing eyes, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and tried to keep his voice calm: "So... my time travel, my system, even the x100 card I managed to get by exploiting a bug, were all arranged by you?"

The director looked at Jiang Lin speechlessly.

If the King of Fantasy were here.

The two will surely have a very pleasant conversation.

These students who don't listen are really a headache.

"It wasn't arranged." The director shook his head slightly, his fingers typing a new line on the typewriter: "[Jiang Lin began to try to understand the essence of the world], "To be more precise, I was observing and recording. The concept of narrative itself does not create stories; it is only responsible for weaving the possibilities that have happened or may happen into a coherent text. Your existence, all your experiences, are a branch that naturally emerges from countless possibilities, and I just happened to choose your branch as the protagonist of the fourth draft."

"Chosen me?? Why???" Jiang Lin didn't quite understand.

Immediately.

A bold idea emerged: "Could it be due to the game singularity?"

"Smart!"

The director smiled slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. "The Game Singularity is a miraculous thing that can replicate and reproduce the origins of all rules and concepts. In countless timelines, very few people possess it, and they can only possess it briefly, unlike you who have integrated it into your own concepts. Moreover, you also bear multiple identities, such as system, time traveler, world conqueror, demon king, etc. You are the only one. Your story has the greatest narrative tension and dramatic potential."

He stood up and slowly walked to the floating fragments of images.

Reach out and tap gently.

One of the images is enlarged.

That was a scene from when Jiang Lin was on Earth, sitting alone in front of his computer one late night, lost in thought.

"Look, this is your last night before you time-traveled. You were playing a text adventure game, right? You made a choice in the game that caused the protagonist to die, and the game ended. Then you turned off your computer and sighed, 'If only I could start over.'"

Jiang Lin's pupils suddenly contracted.

this thing.

He would have forgotten about it if the director hadn't mentioned it.

Although the game can be restarted at any time.

but!

Even if Jiang Lin were to start a new game, he might not be able to get that perfect start again in a word game like the Roguelike game.

It's perfectly normal to have those kinds of feelings; all he really wants is for the official team to add a save function.

"It was that one moment." The director turned around, his gaze piercing. "Your wish resonated with the game's singularity and some other existence, captured by the power of the narrative. And so, a completely new possibility was opened up!!! You transmigrated!! You obtained a system, became a player in a pay-to-win game. All of this seems accidental, but it's actually an inevitable plot development within the narrative logic!"

Jiang Lin felt a wave of dizziness.

And fear.

So... what you perceive as "adventures" and "benefits," even those seemingly random instances and events, are all operating under a hidden script logic?

"So I'm... following your script now too?" Jiang Lin's voice deepened. "Including my being caught in the conceptual rift, meeting the King of Fantasy, and sitting here listening to your nonsense, all of that was written by you?"

The director laughed.

His smile was bitter.

It's obvious that the twitching at the corner of his mouth is forced.

He could tell that Jiang Lin was in a state of self-doubt.

Once this guy falls into self-doubt, he won't listen to a single word a human being says.

"As I said, I'm merely a recorder, and this conceptual rift is an independent realm of chaos. Here, the concept of narrative is obscured, and all the plot points are in a state of confusion. But it is precisely because of this chaos that the story has the potential to break through the established framework." He walked back to the typewriter and typed a new sentence: [Jiang Lin faces a choice: conform to the narrative, or break free from it.]

"This is the deal I'm making with you, Jiang Lin." The director looked up, his eyes sharp as knives. "Help me finish the ending of the fourth draft of the script, break this endless chaos and cycle of conceptual gaps, and create a final chapter that even I can't predict. In return, I'll tell you two things: first, the method to truly leave this conceptual gap and return to the original timeline; second..."

He paused for a moment, his tone becoming extremely solemn.

"...The truth about the system and the x100 card, and why they appeared on you."

The air seemed to freeze.

joke.

It won't solidify at all!!!

From the moment we entered, the atmosphere here was created by the director.

Jiang Lin remained in a daze.

Confusion is not due to any other reason.

The main issue is that the information that Old Deng suddenly revealed was too much.

but!

Jiang Lin had already had the Magic King conduct desensitization training for this kind of thing.

After being momentarily confused, Jiang Lin discovered the flaw.

"You just said you wanted me to break this endless chaos and cycle, right?"

The truth about the system, the truth about the x100 card.

Oh.

Jiang Lin didn't care at all.

Why worry about anything else? As long as I use it myself and make myself feel good, that's all that matters.

Who cares what's behind him?

Even if they do, they can come looking for me when the time comes; I've already had my fill of pleasure.

As for how to leave this place...

Humph.

Old Deng repeatedly emphasized that he was merely a recorder, and then this conceptual gap became a chaotic place with no past and no future.

What does that mean?

This place isn't under his jurisdiction either; he might even be trapped here.

"That's right, once you finish the ending of my fourth draft, you can leave here."

"That's an excellent suggestion!"

The director's eyes lit up.

Jiang Lin smiled.

"But I refuse!"

"what?"

"Who knows if you're lying to me? What if your so-called ending is actually me dying surrounded by a crowd? I don't want that!"

The director shook his head.

"Prophecy is a product of the 'Book of Prayer,' which is the interference of another conceptual incarnation. It has nothing to do with me. My script is only responsible for recording, not for presupposing the ending. The ending you need to create can be any form: victory, defeat, liberation, ruin, or even transcendence of the narrative itself."

He stretched out his hand, and a crystal-clear key appeared in his palm.