I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

Special Audience Rewards:

Special players Chen Xi and Zheng Wenxuan have been detected to have awakened the professions [Constable (Gold)], [Alchemist (Yellow)], and [Shepherd (Green)], respectively. The scriptwriter will randomly acquire three profession skills.

[In the process of extraction.]

Skill 1 (Shepherd Skill): Felt Tent

- Active Skill: Deploys a 4x4 sheepskin rug on the ground. All friendly units within the area recover 2% of their maximum health per second and receive 25% less physical damage for 25 seconds.

Skill 2 (Alchemist Skill): Cleansing Marrow and Removing Toxins

- Active Skill: Craft one Cleansing Pill to remove all negative status effects, poison, and curses from yourself or a designated ally, and grant them 12 seconds of immunity to all abnormal statuses.

Skill 3 (Detective Skill): Justice Will Be Clear

- Passive effect: Against targets tagged with "Sin," "Evil Spirit," or "Wraith," all damage is increased by 25%, and the duration of crowd control abilities is increased by 30%.

- Stacking effect: Permanently increases attack power by 1 point for each successful kill of an enemy target.

[Current Skills: Heaven's Justice, Rooster's Crow and Ghostly Concealment, Rising from the Ground, Felt Tent, Cleansing Marrow and Detoxifying...]

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"Wait, wait, let me sort this out."

Looking at the three new skills he had just acquired, Song Mo suddenly realized a blind spot:

The skill she drew had no cooldown.

Song Mo squinted, opened the player panel, and carefully compared the class panels of Chen Xi, Ashima, and Zheng Wenxuan word by word.

It's like the difference between a hacked version of a game with in-app purchases and a heavily censored version that forces players to spend money.

This inevitably raised a question in her mind.

Previously, Song Mo had always believed that he extracted skills from players and enjoyed the talent results brought by players' progress in the game.

However, if you break it down, you'll find that the underlying logic is completely nonsensical.

If the screenwriter can "extract" player skills, why do the skills she extracts have no cooldown time and can even ignore class identity?

If the player is the one who gets selected, why do they receive more restrictions on the skills compared to those in the late Song Dynasty?

"Ashima's tent is only 2x2, with a cooldown of 24 hours. Zheng Wenxuan's Cleansing and Detoxification can only dispel the negative status of [Poisoning], and does not have a 12-second immunity effect, with a cooldown of 6 hours."

Song Mo stroked his chin:

"Chen Xi's passive kill stacks up to a maximum of 300, so who exactly is the provider of the skill?"

She had always thought that the profession of "screenwriter" was that of an observer holding a script, and it was very likely the legendary "high-level" profession.

But now it seems that the level of this identity is far beyond her imagination.

Where does she randomly select skills from players?

It's more like the screenwriter was born with a full set of max-level, no-cooldown divine skills—

The so-called player classes and player skills are more like a kind of authority that has been stripped of its power and weakened over time, leaving behind a series of defective products.

The screenwriter is the source, the essence, and the rules themselves.

The heart, which had been undisturbed for so long, unexpectedly began to ripple with emotion at the end of the Song Dynasty.

No cooling means it can be used indefinitely.

The absence of an upper limit means that there is no limit to the potential of a screenwriter.

So where exactly is the limit of her skill release?

After thinking about it very seriously, Song Mo realized that she seemed to have never considered this question before.

In the past, she would release skills casually—after all, she didn't have a personal panel like players, nor did she have a health bar or mana bar.

Thinking this, Song Mo's gaze suddenly fell on the Rat King, who was lying in the shade of a tree, enjoying the mountain fruits offered by his rat offspring.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, he opened his hands and released the skill [Cleansing Marrow and Detoxifying].

First release.

A large, light green mist appeared out of nowhere, and a fresh scent of grass and trees spread out. Slowly, green dewdrops condensed on the plant leaves.

The surrounding plants seemed to be nourished, stretching their branches freely.

"squeak?!"

The mouse servant, who was lounging like Ge You, initially thought something was wrong. It jumped up, only to find it was its great master. It then lay back down, its white belly exposed, jiggling.

Hundreds of mice of all sizes around raised their heads and sniffed frantically, their fur visibly becoming soft and smooth.

Song Mo clenched his fist.

I didn't feel anything, and there wasn't the slightest abnormality in my body.

She remained unfazed and continued to unleash her skills repeatedly.

The tenth time, the fifteenth time, the nineteenth time...

The entire process was fluid and natural, like a machine, constantly repeating the simplest hand-raising motion.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, he was calm and composed, with a long and steady breath, showing no signs of fatigue or weakness.

On the contrary, the changes in the rat population were more and more significant each time.

After nineteen consecutive rounds of max-level cleansing and detoxification techniques, the rats, big and small, had become accustomed to the green mist cleansing.

One by one, round, chubby mice lay on their backs on the ground, their eyes clear.

After the nineteenth release, Song Mo still felt nothing.

She continued to increase her speed and began to release continuously.

The thirtieth time.

The grass on the ground began to sprout wildly, and the vines, as if on drugs, snaked and stretched out, climbing up the trees.

Unknown wildflowers bloomed and faded, while plump, red fruits hung from the branches, creating a festive scene.

This time, Song Mo felt a very faint soreness between his brows.

It is extremely faint, almost imperceptible.

It was a long-lost feeling of unease, faint, yet undeniably present.

"I can feel it."

Song Mo felt inexplicably excited and continued to release [the substance].

The 35th, 40th, and 45th times.

The continuous high-frequency release caused Song Mo's temples to begin to feel faintly dizzy.

A slight dizziness slowly spread, and my head felt lightheaded, like I was drunk.

Just like the slightly tipsy feeling she experienced after drinking a bottle of low-alcohol beverage in search of inspiration.

Having lost the ability to feel pain for so long, Song Mo thought he was about to forget what it felt like.

The fiftieth, the sixtieth, and the seventieth.

The surrounding area is lush with vegetation and blooming with flowers.

The seventy-fifth time.

The seventy-eighth time.

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The ninety-fourth time.

The old locust tree where the rats lived seemed to have been nourished, growing thicker and longer at a visible rate.

The locust tree branches and leaves spread out, stretching out so far that they almost blocked out the sky. Countless clusters of dense white locust blossoms hung down from between the branches and leaves, emitting a sweet fragrance.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, this patch of land was exceptionally green and refreshing.

Even from outside the mountains, this unusual "new green" can be seen at a glance.

The [Bone Marrow Cleansing and Detoxification] was released continuously for ninety-four times without interruption.

A slightly cold liquid quietly slid down Song Mo's nose.

"Sir! You are injured!"

The vengeful ghost, Ah Yan, almost lunged forward, but then restrained herself and took a few steps back, holding a handkerchief in her hand.

"I'm bleeding."

Song Mo showed no displeasure; instead, he stared at the drop of blood on his palm for a long time before finally smiling.

"Ah Yan, look, I'm bleeding."

She is a living dead.

You can't taste anything, you don't experience any emotional fluctuations, your heart doesn't beat, and your skin doesn't get goosebumps from the cold.

It seems that everything about her being a "human being" is slowly drifting away from her.

So when she saw this drop of blood, she couldn't help but feel joy.

It's probably proof that she's still alive.

She is still "alive".

And it is very likely that it will be "resurrected".

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"Sir, is it because of these hairy beasts?"

Ah Yan was unaware of the complex psychological state of people in the late Song Dynasty. She only held a handkerchief, tears streaming down her face, her lips trembling as if she were about to cry.

"Why would you harm yourself just to help them develop intelligence?"

The dark, eerie aura spread along the shadows to the shade of the tree, landing lightly on the rat servant's fragile neck, as if the vengeful ghost would crush the bone without hesitation at any moment.

The rat servant lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

The mice, big and small, around them didn't dare to make a sound; they all huddled behind the mouse servant, not daring to move.

"It has nothing to do with them; I was conducting an experiment."

Song Mo waved his hand, stopping A-Yan from going crazy:

"I'm just too weak, and it was just a little nosebleed, I don't feel uncomfortable at all."

She doesn't plan to continue trying.

Although she was shrouded in mystery, Song Mo knew that once the strange acupuncture point diagram in her head was repaired, the answers she sought would finally come to light.

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Jiangcheng, the headquarters of the National Special Events Investigation Department.

After the Jiangcheng University incident, the Investigation Department was established—this department is not publicly disclosed or entered into the public system, and is only responsible for taking over all investigations, evidence collection, research and prevention work for various paranormal events.

Independent sterile special care ward area.

At this moment, inside the fully transparent tempered glass isolation area of ​​the ward, a temperature-controlled sterile hospital bed stands quietly.

On the hospital bed, a soldier lay quietly with his eyes closed.

Her breathing was even, and she looked as if she were in a deep sleep, but in reality, a full nine hours had passed since she fell into a deep unconscious coma.

Her name is Ashima.

Twenty-six years old, of ethnic minority origin in Yunnan, currently serving as a national-level special operations team member.

Electrocardiogram monitor, electroencephalogram (EEG) monitor, mental energy fluctuation meter, whole-body muscle scanner, cell activity monitor...

More than ten top-of-the-line precision instruments continuously monitor her, capture data, and scan her body 24 hours a day.

But on the screen, all the body data appeared normal.

The patient's vital signs are stable and meet health standards.

"...Comrade Ashima's heart rate is stable, blood pressure is normal, cell activity is at its peak, there is no damage to her body, no lesions in her cerebral cortex, no disorders in her nervous system, and no abnormalities in her internal organs..."

She is perfectly healthy according to all dimensions of modern medical testing.

Outside the glass ward stood the nation's top authorities.

With his white hair and sixty years of dedicated work in the field of biological neuroscience, Academician Li's brow was furrowed.

"In other words, she wasn't sick at all; she was just asleep."