What malicious intent could NPCs possibly have? C12.1

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Chp12. part1

This was undoubtedly the stage’s doing.

Unable to actively guide Ning Ge and the others’ thoughts, it resorted to using other people’s voices to do so.

Ning Ge could control her own thoughts, but she couldn’t control what she heard.

Pei Han must have heard it too, because the next second, he released the light pole and plunged into the raging flood.

At the same time, countless gleaming daggers, their blades pointing downwards, rained down from the sky, plunging into the water like raindrops.

The moment Ning Ge and the others had the thought of “dropping knives,” the stage immediately gained the power to generate and adjust the “knives,” making each one incredibly sharp.

A real rain of knives fell from the stage.

Among the dense array of daggers, Pei Han was nowhere to be seen. Ning Ge couldn’t ignore the plot and open the window, she had no choice but to press herself against the “windowpane” to look outside.

On stage, Ning Ge and the judges below all stared intently at the spot where Pei Han had disappeared, where only the swirling eddies of the flood remained.

After an unknown amount of time, beneath Ning Ge’s window, where the current was less swift, the water suddenly stirred.

Pei Han emerged from the water like a fish.

The rushing floodwaters slowed the falling daggers, but a gash was still cut on his right forearm, drawing blood.

Ning Ge’s “room” had an “eaves.” Like a rock climber, he gripped the “wall” with his fingers, pressing his entire body against it, desperately trying to avoid the cascading knives.

The audience erupted in laughter and cheers, while the judges bowed their heads and ticked off their answers.

Only the stage seemed disappointed:

[What’s the point of living? You’re all too obsessed with the idea of ​​living. The male lead, riddled with daggers, drifted away with the current, leaving only a long trail of blood on the water’s surface. The female lead hid behind the curtains, sobbing uncontrollably. Wasn’t this stage effect much better?]

Ning Ge: Good for you.

The bracelet finally vibrated. [Key Plot (4/5)]

As soon as Ning Ge and the others came off stage, The green hair guy stammered and approached, apologising: “It was all my fault, talking nonsense about stabbing people…”

“It’s alright. We shouldn’t have heard it, it was the stage’s doing.” Pei Han replied casually, not taking it to heart.

The green-haired guy promised: “For the next scene, we’ll all stay completely silent in the back.”

Only the final scene remained—the grand finale.

The outline said: The male lead fell ill after being caught in the rain. The female lead came to see him, finally forgave him, and the two reconciled.

He was soaking wet, water trickling down to his feet, forming small puddles. Blood trickled from his arms, yet he remained calm, as if his clothes were meant to be that wet.

Ning Ge couldn’t bear to watch. “I’ll handle the effects for the next scene.”

“It’s probably useless for you to do it,” Pei Han said. “It’s obvious the judges just want to see the scumbag suffer in this kind of play.”

He pondered, “How should he suffer?”

Granny-grey hair guy said, “Ideally, the stage effects should be exaggerated, but there shouldn’t be any actual harm.”

The sales clerk offered suggestions, “Kneeling on durians? Kneeling on a keyboard?”

The young woman in a suit suggested, “Begging for forgiveness in freezing weather?”

That was an idea, but Pei Han was completely soaked. Suddenly throwing him into an icebox, she wondered if he could handle it.

Owen’s intermission narration had already started to ramble, even mentioning the male lead having a fever of 41.7 degrees Celsius and a private ward with three nurses. He was clearly running out of things to say.

Time was of the essence, so Pei Han made the decision, “Let’s start with the snowy scene, then we’ll improvise on stage.”

Pei Han gave Owen a ready signal, and Owen breathed a sigh of relief. He then introduced the hospital scene via narration, and the stage instantly transformed into a hospital room.

Ning Ge and Pei Han entered.

In the centre of the stage was a hospital bed. Pei Han sat down, still soaking wet.

Before the curtain was drawn, Ning Ge whispered to Pei Han, “A bath towel.”

The stage refused to provide one: [This is a hospital room, where would a bath towel come from?]

Ning Ge argued, “Don’t your private hospital rooms have bathrooms?”

The stage retorted: [The problem is, this isn’t a bathroom.]

The bath towel didn’t appear for a long time. Pei Han knew she hadn’t gotten it, she must be arguing with the stage in her mind.

“Never mind, it’s alright.”

Pei Han pulled a thin blanket over the hospital bed, casually dried his hair a few times, then pushed the blanket to the headboard, and half lay down.

The stage demon whispered: [This is the final scene. Before you die, you do need to prepare your remains.]

Pei Han closed his eyes, and Ning Ge sat down beside his bed.

As soon as the curtain rose, revealing Ning Ge sitting by the hospital bed, voices rang out from the judges’ seats.

Someone said, “That’s it? That’s enough to forgive him? That’s too lenient!”

This wasn’t enough, it wouldn’t pass muster.

Ning Ge sighed, stood up, and made it as if to turn and leave.

His hand was grasped.

His fingers were icy cold from being in the water.

“Xiao Nian, don’t go.”

He opened his eyes and whispered, his voice sincere.

Ning Ge thought, This guy, how many of these plays have you seen?

Ning Ge shook off his hand without hesitation. “Ersheng, the past is the past. We can’t be together anymore.”

She mentally berated herself for making up this line, Isn’t it a bit melodramatic?

Then she jolted awake, looking around.

Thankfully, no massive dose of melodrama was about to be thrown at her. It seemed Pei Han hadn’t thought of it that way.

Pei Han struggled, as if trying to get up from the hospital bed, and nodded slightly to Ning Ge.

Ning Ge thought, Here it comes.