127: Use her nightmares to write your story

Threat.

This was the most blatant, and also the most effective, threat!

Sword River Fish slowly sat back down in his chair.

The anger that had just flared in his eyes was instantly covered by a cold despair.

He wasn't afraid of death.

In fact, from the moment he decided to oppose the "True Author," he had already cast aside all thoughts of his own life and death.

But he was afraid of implicating others.

He was afraid that his meaningless resistance would ultimately force the only innocent girl who believed in him and helped him to bear a price that was not hers to pay.

He had lost.

Lost completely and utterly.

...What do you want to know?

He spoke, his voice filled with weariness and compromise.

Very good.

Supervisor Bai nodded with satisfaction.

He greatly enjoyed the feeling of having everything firmly under his control.

...Then, my first question.

...That 'bell' that can 'twist stories'.

...Where did it come from?

Sword River Fish fell silent.

How should he answer?

Tell him that it was a "cheat" thrown at him by a higher-dimensional being who called itself "Humanity"?

Tell him that everything he was experiencing now was just a "betting game" between two "gods"?

No.

He couldn't say.

He had a strong intuition.

Once he uttered the name "Gu Jianghan."

Once he exposed the existence of those two "chess observers" to this "department."

Then, he and Lin Wan'er would immediately lose all "utilization value."

And then be mercilessly "cleaned up."

Because a chess piece's greatest value lies in its ability to be controlled by the "chess player."

And a chess piece that knows of the "chess player's" existence and possesses "self-awareness"... would only become a "variable" that all "chess players" would want to erase from the board immediately!

...I don't know.

Sword River Fish slowly shook his head.

...Initially, it suddenly appeared in my pocket.

Is that so?

The smile on Supervisor Bai's face remained unchanged.

A 'singularity' capable of subverting 'reality' just 'suddenly' appeared in your pocket?

...Mr. Sword River Fish, are you taking me for one of those brainless 'extras' in your novels?

...I'll say it again.

Sword River Fish raised his head, meeting the other party's oppressive gaze.

...I, don't, know.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

The air seemed to have solidified.

Only Lin Wan'er's faint, suppressed sobs from the other side of the wall were exceptionally clear in this dead silence.

Supervisor Bai quietly watched Sword River Fish.

His eyes, hidden behind his glasses, were like two high-precision scanners, trying to find even the slightest flaw on Sword River Fish's face.

After a long while.

He suddenly smiled.

Interesting.

Truly interesting.

It seems you are much 'stronger' than I imagined.

He slowly stood up.

Then he walked around the table and stood in front of Sword River Fish.

He bent down and brought his mouth close to Sword River Fish's ear.

In a voice that only the two of them could hear, like a devil's whisper, he softly said:

...Do you know, Mr. Sword River Fish.

We have a very special method of 'psychological counseling.'

We can connect one person's 'dream' with another person's 'dream' through a special 'device.'

...And then let one of them repeatedly experience in their dream the deepest, most terrifying, and most despairing 'memories' of the other person.

...What do you think, if we connect Miss Lin's 'dream' with those 'beautiful times' you experienced in the 'mental hospital'...

...With her fragile mental state, like a blank sheet of paper...

...How long do you think she could last?

Sword River Fish's body stiffened abruptly!

An unprecedented, icy fear, like countless barbed tentacles, instantly gripped his heart!

Devil!

This man in front of him was a true devil!

...What do you want?

His voice trembled violently from extreme anger and fear.

Very simple.

Supervisor Bai straightened up, returning to his gentle and refined demeanor.

He looked down at Sword River Fish's bloodless face.

A playful smile, like a cat toying with a mouse, flashed in his eyes.

...I need you to keep writing.

...Continue writing your story titled "Evil God is the Group Admin, Group Members Beg Me Not to Speak."

Except from now on.

The 'editor' of this story will no longer be you.

But me.

I will provide you with 'inspiration'.

I will 'correct' those 'plots' that shouldn't appear.

...And you, you just need to act like the most obedient 'typewriter,' typing out the 'story' I want, word by word.

Then, publish it online.

How about it?

This 'deal' is very fair, isn't it?

Sword River Fish was stunned.

He had not expected it at all.

The other party went to such great lengths to bring him here.

It wasn't to force the secret of the "bell" out of him.

Nor was it to completely "contain" him, this "anomaly."

But to... control his "story"?!

Why?

What unspeakable purpose did they want to achieve through his "novel"?

...I forgot to tell you.

Supervisor Bai seemed to remember something else.

He once again showed that characteristic warm smile.

...As a token of your 'sincerity' in 'cooperating' with us.

...Starting tomorrow.

...Miss Lin will officially join our 'department' as an 'intern'.

...And her 'direct superior'...

...Will be me.