She Shattered Every Script to Clear the Impossible [Infinite]

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[Part 1]

In the dungeon corridor, a red System announcement hovered in midair.

An old player tightened his grip on his knife until his knuckles turned white, then stepped forward. “The evidence is right in front of us. You're the mole. Newbies are born to take the blame. Admit it, and at least you'll die quickly.”

A crowd around them joined in, and countless blades glinted coldly as they all turned on Su Yan.

She lowered her eyes and said nothing in her defense.

A violent, murderous aura erupted behind her. Lian Hanyu emerged from the shadows, his oppressive presence so intense that no one there dared breathe too loudly.

Everyone was certain the highest-ranking one among them would step in and erase this variable.

But he only lowered his head to look at Su Yan and said in a rough, low voice:

“You tell me what to do.”

[Part 2]

A full-scale kill order spread to every corner of the infinite space.

A jumble of voices erupted. Someone shouted, cloaking their fear in the pretense of righteousness: “The script already decided how your story ends! If you insist on defying fate, you're dragging everyone else down with you!”

Blades surrounded her from every direction. Countless eyes waited for her to accept her fate and die.

Su Yan pressed her fingertips against the sword's edge. The dull pain of her soul being damaged still ran through the gaps between her bones.

“How ridiculous. The script says I have to die, so I have to die?”

[Part 3]

Deep in the Origin Realm, an emotionless mechanical voice resounded in every direction.

“Choose one of two. Save the countless dead, and he will be annihilated. Protect his continued existence, and the cycle of suffering will never end. There is no way for everyone to have it both ways.”

Flames surged, and the impossible dilemma came crashing down upon them.

Su Yan slowly raised her eyes. Her voice was not loud, but it broke through layer upon layer of cold, restrictive rules.

“Only children have to choose. I insist that both the gods and all living beings have the freedom to choose.”

Rumors came crashing down on her, followed by contempt and schemes.

She refused to be a pawn in the hands of the script. Time and again, she fell into impossible traps, and time and again, she fought her way out.

She would not accept a fate written by someone else.

If she was going to walk a path, it would be one she carved out herself.

The detailed outline of this book has been lodged as a copyright record on Quezao's regional blockchain.

Theme: Take your fate into your own hands.