Forced to Act out a Strange Script with a Rival - Chapter 34

Entering this world, Si Xiaoxiao was flooded with a massive amount of another person’s memories by the System.

She saw the growth of a girl as a bystander.

The girl was born into a powerful, aristocratic family and showed astonishing talent from a young age. Whether in combat or other aspects, her abilities were top-notch.

She had a close friend. They went through many, many things together, and their bond was extraordinary.

Clumsily and devoutly, they carved the vow “Willing to cut down the thorns for each other” onto a cold stone tablet.

Exchanging body heat while curled up and sleeping side-by-side in a dilapidated shack.

Until later, she discovered that her friend seemed to have changed ever since she obtained the authority of the Warden.

She became irritable, cruel, and incredibly detached, viewing everything coldly, seemingly losing her human emotions and becoming a symbol of punishment—the Warden.

She wanted to figure out why her closest friend had become this way but accidentally learned the truth about the Kingdom’s Secret Treasure.

It was alive, hungry, and the Abyss itself.

Only by bathing in a sea of blood and endless despair, by absorbing enough life essence and the wailing of souls, could it be completely “awakened” and bestow upon the chosen one the power to reshape the world, a power comparable to gods and demons.

Beneath the throne lay piles of white bones.

As the King’s dog, the Warden was the perfect sacrifice.

The Royal Family intended to use her to achieve an eternal kingdom.

As the Warden’s best friend, every person the Warden killed further compounded her sin and bound her more tightly to the Secret Treasure.

The countless resentments of souls would entwine her, making her the key to opening the new world and a sharp blade in the hands of the Royal Family.

It was precisely due to the Secret Treasure’s influence that her best friend changed completely.

The King discovered her investigation first.

Her entire family was charged with fabricated crimes and violently suppressed.

So, she simply stole a portion of the Secret Treasure’s authority, raised the banner of rebellion, and declared the accumulated crimes of the monarchy to the world.

She couldn’t just watch her best friend walk down the path of destruction.

More brutal suppression, conversely, would only ignite resistance that feared no consuming fire.

The war between the Revolutionary Army and the Royal Army erupted in every corner of the world.

She had seen villages ravaged by famine, seen mothers silently weeping while holding shriveled infants, and seen young lives run over like straw by noble carriages.

Therefore, she firmly believed she was righteous.

That old vow became the only sliver of light she could draw strength from during countless nights on the brink of collapse.

Blood still soaked the Kingdom’s Secret Treasure.

Years of war threatened the monarchy’s rule, and the final overthrow was imminent.

She knew that she would finally be reunited with her beloved.

The time was ripe.

She firmly believed she was righteous.

But there was one secret she had never told anyone.

The reason she started the war was not for revolution. She was never for revolution, and she never wanted to overturn the monarchy’s rule.

The essence of any war is slaughter, and she understood this better than anyone, even when fought under the banner of justice.

The moment she learned the truth about the Secret Treasure, boundless greed sprouted within her.

He who steals a hook is hanged, but he who steals a nation becomes a prince.

She wanted to take her friend’s place as the sacrifice, and then present her friend with supreme authority.

This country, and everything in this world.

[You are a revolutionary who overthrew the aristocracy of the Rose Kingdom, your life hanging by a thread. That figure in the rainy night confrontation is your long-cherished desire, the direction of your heart. The dull sound of a bullet tearing through flesh instead brings you peace; the reunion you longed for has finally arrived. That “revolution” was a sacrifice meticulously woven by you, you stole the Kingdom’s Secret Treasure and ignited ten years of bloody turmoil. You watered it with countless lives. Only to let this key to the Abyss fully awaken, to bestow the god-like power that can reshape the world and cut down all thorns. Present it to her, guide her. She is your deity, and you are willing to be eternally imprisoned in purgatory, nothing more.]

After the System finished transmitting this content, Si Xiaoxiao had only one thought.

While a normal relationship is healthy, a twisted one is truly spectacular.

She initially thought the Warden was the only pervert, engaging in some kind of imprisonment play out of unrequited love. She hadn’t expected the other one to be even more extreme.

What? You discovered the corruption of the kingdom? Well then, find a way to overthrow their rule!

At first, Si Xiaoxiao thought this would be the direction.

But instead, the story tells you the King wants to use her best friend to maintain rule?

Good! Then I’ll preempt them, start a war, and activate the Secret Treasure faster.

Let me take my best friend’s place as the sacrifice, and then help my best friend become the strongest in the world.

The revolution doesn’t matter, the deaths don’t matter, the only thing that matters is her best friend. Let’s eliminate this King and let her best friend become the new King!

Simply outrageous.

Si Xiaoxiao’s heart was full of complaints about the script given by the System.

Moreover, playing such a complex and profound character wasn’t exactly easy for an actress like her, who was just a pretty face!

But miraculously, she suddenly knew how to act!!

Under the System’s rote emotional infusion, Si Xiaoxiao was, unusually, deeply empathetic.

Li Ting and Si Xiaoxiao were two extremes. One, because she gets into character too easily, is afraid to take on new roles, cold on the outside but warm on the inside, seemingly unfeeling but actually emotionally rich.

And Si Xiaoxiao? She was a dull, stubborn rock, colloquially known as heartless. She couldn’t understand why the main characters of the stories had to be so desperate, so naturally, she couldn’t act well; she was always just being herself.

With the System’s help, she even felt as though she had lived through the life of that revolutionary who overthrew the aristocracy!

As such, she was naturally able to successfully empathize with the story’s main character and accurately portray all aspects of the protagonist’s emotions.

The character in the story took the initiative to approach her friend, spend a passionate night with her, and then engineered her own capture. She wanted to create some new memories with her friend in the final moments.

Her conspiracy was approaching its end.

Finally, the only plot point left for Si Xiaoxiao to enact was to enrage her best friend, lift her up, and make her the new King.

So, she relied on instinct to complete this story of moth-to-a-flame sacrifice until—the final curtain call.

“Whether it is revolution or upholding the glory of the kingdom,” Si Xiaoxiao’s voice abruptly rose, carrying a final, all-consuming declaration, her gaze burning like a star, locking onto Li Ting: “I will bestow upon you—”

She paused for half a second, that half-second seeming to freeze time.

Then, she used all her strength to clearly and resoundingly shout out the ultimate goal, which had been brewing for ten years, steeped in blood and fire, and represented the final sacrifice and twisted affection:

“—Supreme Authority!”

The interrogation room was terrifyingly silent.

Li Ting froze in place.

The cold ruler in her hand felt heavy, as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

In the depths of her dark pupils, the layer of ice completely shattered, churning with surging waves.

The cold cruelty belonging to the Warden was met with an instinctive thrill at the words “Supreme Authority,” but this was immediately followed by a pain that threatened to swallow her whole.

This pain stemmed from her clearly “seeing” the sacrificial fervor in her friend’s eyes and from her foresight of the imminent, irreversible end.

The black ruler, in the flickering light of the dim wall lamp, flowed with an ominous glow.

It was no longer merely a tool for discipline; it was the weapon about to sever the final bond, the key to the solitary throne.

In truth, both of them were the Secret Treasure itself, both were souls watered by countless blood and nourished by endless wailing.

This also corresponded to the mission issued when they first entered the role-playing instance.

The cold touch of the ruler’s body now felt like scorching heat, scalding Li Ting’s soul to the point of screaming, yet her body’s instinct, the Warden’s consciousness, forced her to raise it.

The frenzied prisoner grasped the ruler. Far from shrinking back, she held one end against her chest as if welcoming a holy artifact, her voice carrying a maternal kind of tolerance: “This won’t kill me. You need to make it sharp, stab it straight into the heart. Only then can you kill me.”

The authority she held against her chest burst forth with a strong light. The light was not sacred but presented a demonic, viscous, blood-like black-red color. Like living tentacles, it instantly wrapped around the cold ruler in Li Ting’s hand.

The ruler trembled violently, emitting a low, painful moan!

The black body of the ruler seemed to be granted life, yet also as if thrown into the filthiest furnace!

Enveloped and catalyzed by the black-red light at Si Xiaoxiao’s chest, the ruler’s form began to twist, stretch, and reshape. The cold metal squirmed and deformed like a living thing, and countless twisted, painful faces—the concretized resentment of those who died in the decade-long war—emerged as reliefs on its surface.

Just one glance was enough to seem to see mountains of corpses and widespread famine. The despair, pain, and unwillingness of countless souls now coalesced onto this weapon, which was taking shape and exuding monstrous resentment and ominous aura.

It was no longer a ruler.

It became a knife.

A knife capable of piercing through everything.

The prisoner looked at her, her eyes calm and resolute, carrying a final expectation and a hint of relief in her smile.

She even slightly pushed out her chest, facing the blade that had condensed endless resentment and dark power.

“Do it, my deity.”

“Slash—”

The sharp blade tore through flesh, pierced bone, and reached the core of the heart.

Warm, life-filled blood instantly gushed from the prisoner’s chest.

The blood flowed into the blade and disappeared. Life force quickly drained from the prisoner’s body.

A cold, immense energy, carrying endless resentment and destructive power, like a breached flood, instantly surged and filled the Warden’s limbs and body!

In the moment of intense pain and life loss, the eyes burning with sacrificial fire erupted with a final, most brilliant light. There was no hatred in that light, no regret, only the relief of having achieved her desire and… a final, twisted blessing for her best friend.

Until she turned into ash.

The sacrificial martyr must offer not only life but also their soul.

The Warden reached out, grasping nothing. She stood still, motionless.

Her uniform was soaked in blood, and her cheeks and hands were stained with warm blood.

The cold stone walls of the interrogation room silently watched her.

The dim wall lamp cast her lonely shadow long upon the blood-stained floor.

Her voice was hoarse. She heard herself say:

“I will catch you again,” she believed this deeply. “Vile prisoner, you tricked me with a false sacrifice and escaped. Run, but one day, I will find you.”

The cold electronic voice sounded again.

[Script enactment finished—Returning to the real world!]

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