From Pen to Seal: My Chaotic Promotion

When the script distribution system of Paradise collapsed, I became the bug with complete memories but voted for the wrong rebirth script. The world was in chaos before my eyes: the familiar trajectory was shattered, and the predicted future was beyond recognition. But I know that some things are eternal—people's desires, the logic of power, and economic cycles. So I jumped into the game and started as a small secretary in the district government. At every seemingly derailed node, use a century of experience to make a bet. Help leaders resolve "sudden" crises and seize "unreasonable" opportunities for the city. The manuscripts I write always get to the core, and my judgments always seem to predict the future. Is there an undercurrent in officialdom? I have read thousands of people. Fortune changes? I made a secret plan and quietly became the capital behind the scenes. This is an extreme game without a strategy. But I have learned to write my own rules in the chaotic script. From the pen to the seal, from the spectator to the chess player. When I finally stood in front of the window of the center of the country and overlooked the lights of thousands of houses, I understood: This time, I will eventually define order in this chaotic world.