BOOM—CRASH!
As the reinforced fifth-dimensional corridor door flew off its hinges and tumbled into the middle of Palace #2. The Palace of Rot (Black-Ink Abyssal Tower), the second Script-King—the King of Despair & Plague—shrieked from atop his bone chandelier!
Still covered in the giggling pink flower-mushrooms that thirteen-year-old Su Nuannuan had sprouted on his head earlier, the King of Plague had spent the last five minutes frantically preparing for Gu Changsheng. Empress Luo Qingxue’s arrival after watching his colleague in Palace #1 get slapped senseless and turned into an ice cube!
“Don’t come any closer, you crazy couple!”
The King of Plague howled, smashing open every single ten-million-year plague vat in his palace at once to flood the entire fifty-mile fortress with a pitch-black, bubbling sea of [Fifth-Dimensional Author-Level Concept-Rot Gas]!
This wasn’t ordinary poison—it was concentrated Narrative Decay Gas that rotted away physical matter, spiritual energy, sword-light, and even written words on contact!
At the same time, knowing that Gu Changsheng’s [Red-Ink Teacher’s Auto-Correct Pen] could intercept flying typewriter sentences, the King of Plague didn’t project his sentence through the air. Instead, he wrote his lethal plague rule directly onto the walls, floor, and ceiling of the Palace of Rot itself using his Golden Fate-Quill #2:
