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

Behind the door.

This time it's not a pure white space like the main god's space.

Instead, it is a huge circular theater.

Just like the Roman Colosseum.

In the center of the theater was a stage, on which sat an old-fashioned typewriter. The director, still dressed in a well-tailored suit, sat behind the typewriter.

The directors today are different from those before.

His body had a translucent texture, as if it were woven from countless fine characters. There was a constantly rotating phantom of a key on his chest, exactly the same as the one Jiang Lin had seen before.

"You've arrived, Jiang Lin."

The director looked up, his smile still professional, but his eyes betrayed an undeniable weariness.

"This is the core of the conceptual discontinuity, and the stage where all narrative lines converge."

"Welcome to the final chapter rehearsal space!!"

Jiang Lin looked around and saw countless blurry figures sitting in the audience seats of the circular theater.

The figures resembled Jiang Lin in outline, but their faces were obscured. They sat quietly, like spectators waiting for the opening ceremony.

This scene.

This arrangement.

Jiang Lin really wanted to complain.

But he held back the words he was about to say.

"who are they?"

"You are the one among all possibilities." The director tapped the typewriter.

"Weren't those TVs outside the same? There are so many? What are they doing?"

The director ignored Jiang Lin's pointless complaints.

He was no longer the director who had only met Jiang Lin once.

"They are the audience, the actors, and of course, the most important material for the script itself. Once you enter this place, their existence will begin to collapse, and in the end, only the most authentic Jiang Lin will remain."

Jiang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly.

"So this stage? Is it meant for us to fight like beasts until only the last righteous Jiang Lin remains?"

Jiang Lin's speculation.

He has his own logic.

The director simply delivered a speechless performance.

"Alright, alright." Jiang Lin was disappointed that the director didn't pick up on the joke. He waved his hand and said seriously, "So your goal is to have me act out that so-called ending here, absorb all the possibilities, and let the narrative move forward again???"

"more than."

The director stood up and walked to the edge of the stage. "The conceptual gap is caused by the collision of concepts between countless unique professionals and forbidden creatures. It is stuck in the gap of time and space, constantly repeating the possibility of breaking. Only when a strong enough narrative force appears can the cycle be broken and the gap be reintegrated into the flow of time."

He looked at Jiang Lin.

"And you, Jiang Lin, you are that driving force, because you simultaneously possess the game singularity, the system, the identity of a transmigrator, and most importantly... In short! You are the only one who can bear all possibilities and make different choices."

"No! What's the most important thing? Don't omit anything! What other good qualities do I have that I don't know about? Tell me! Don't scare me to death!"

"None of that matters! The most important thing now is for you to keep acting!" The director pointed to the back of the stage, where three doors slowly rose.

Each door was marked with a different word:

First panel: [Return]

Second panel: [Conquest]

The third panel: [Transcendence]

"Choose a door, walk in, and behind it lies your ending scene. I will record it and anchor it as reality. At that time, the conceptual gap will begin to disintegrate due to the establishment of the ending, and you will return to the original timeline, while other possibilities... will dissipate like morning dew."

Jiang Lin was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

When Brother Jiang isn't thinking about complaining, his IQ is generally just about right.

"Director, if my memory serves me right, didn't you say before that you were just a recorder and didn't predetermine the ending?"

"Yes."

"Then why did I choose these three doors?"

For the first time, the director's expression showed surprise.

"Not choosing?"

"Yes~" Jiang Lin pushed the wheelchair.

Ok.

It was pushed while sitting.

Although he bears a striking resemblance to a certain genuinely mentally ill person, Jiang Lin.

However, Jiang Lin is not the kind of person who would rather suffer than save face.

Why stand when you can sit?

He opted for a more comfortable position.

Pushing her wheelchair, she slowly walked onto the stage, facing the director. "Although I don't like to use my brain and think that pushing forward is the easiest and most relaxed way, I'm not really stupid. You've been guiding me all along, from telling me about the anchor point to showing other possibilities, and now to the three-choice segment. Isn't all of this part of the story you arranged?"

The director remained silent.

Jiang Lin continued, "If I choose one of the doors, no matter what's inside, it will ultimately become the ending of your fourth draft—an ending you can predict and record. But is that really breaking the cycle? Or is it just entering a new cycle?"

The director finally sighed.

"You're very perceptive, but even if you realize this, you still have no choice. If you don't choose the door, you'll be trapped here forever, and the conceptual gap will continue to stagnate!"

"No!"

Jiang Lin shook his head. "I have a fourth option!"

What he does best.

Flip the table. (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Jiang Lin raised his hand, and a faint light appeared in his palm—the glow of the game singularity.

"Since I came in, you've all been emphasizing that this game singularity is not simple or ordinary, but what exactly makes it not simple? I didn't realize it before. The game singularity can create and replicate any ability, as long as I've seen it and understand it. In other words, even with your narrative concept itself, if I hadn't seen you and hadn't experienced so many possible impacts, I really wouldn't have thought about this point."

The director's pupils contracted sharply.

"Do you want to become the second narrative incarnation?"

"Hey! That's not a nice thing to say. No, no, I don't want to be one." Jiang Lin grinned.

Ok.

A bright, sunny smile, a smile I hadn't seen in a long time, appeared on his face. "I wanted to make your narrative one of the stories that could be rewritten, hahahahahahahaha!!!!"

The words fell.

Jiang Lin's palm shone brightly, and he placed it directly on the key in the director's chest!

groping!