Pitch-black, ice-cold Heavenly Script Ink erupted from Golden Heir Gu Wuji’s chest. Blotting out the artificial suns and moons of the Central Star-Cluster and turning the interior of the [Ten-Thousand-Star Galactic Arena] into a suffocating dome of midnight despair!
Wait—what was the [Mandatory Villain Madness & Original-Script Trauma Illusion] that Gu Wuji’s System had just unleashed as its final trump card?
In the upper dimensions of the Heavenly Script Pavilion, whenever a designated “Final Villain Boss” failed to blacken on schedule. Indeed, of an unexpected variable, the Script Pavilion’s enforcement systems were programmed to project the 100% Unaltered Original Tragic Timeline directly into the child’s sea of consciousness.
Forcing the child to experience ten thousand nights of starvation, betrayal, and parental death in a single second until their mind snapped and their Darkening Meter rocketed past 90%!
WHOOOOOOOOOSH—FREEEEEEEZE!
Beneath fourteen-year-old Gu Nian’s boots, the black basalt floor of the arena vanished into a howling, bone-freezing blizzard of black snow and burning rubble!
And because the arena’s 100,000 Live Broadcast Cameras were still running inside the barrier. All fifty trillion citizens watching across the galaxy saw the horrifying, blood-chilling sights of that Original Tragic Script Timeline projected across the sky:
1. In Sight #1 of the pitch-black ink illusion, a seven-year-old boy in a torn. Freezing potato-sack shirt knelt in a crimson snowbank outside a collapsed wooden cottage in Frost-Pine Town (on Page Three of the original script).
