What malicious intent could NPCs possibly have? C13.1

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Chp13. part1

It didn’t care about being flooded, about heavy objects falling on it, about being stabbed with a dagger, the only thing it cared about was fire.

Ever since Ning Ge started thinking about fire, the stage had changed its arrogant demeanor and remained silent.

“Am I wrong?” Ning Ge asked.

The stage was silent for a second before saying: [So what if I am? Anyway, everything you summon has to get my approval first. Even if you wanted to set me on fire, you couldn’t summon it.]

It tightly held the final decision-making power over what was created.

Without its approval, Ning Ge and the others’ ideas were useless.

Ning Ge scoffed: Isn’t fire readily available?

The stage was too eager to kill them in the final scene and couldn’t resist the temptation of the stage effects, approving the idea of ​​a cremation.

However, it cautiously placed the furnace fire far below, out of Ning Ge’s reach.

Ning Ge glanced at the hospital bed.

The blankets and pillows on the bed were all piled up at the end of the slide, teetering on the verge of falling, right next to Ning Ge.

Ning Ge couldn’t let go and could only wriggle down the blanket beside her like a worm.

Pei Han understood what she meant. “I’ll do it.”

He carefully released one hand, trying to reach a corner of the blanket that was hanging down.

With great effort, he finally managed to grab a bit of the edge.

He pulled with controlled strength.

Before the blanket went down, the pillow fell first, over the blanket, over Ning Ge and Pei Han, tumbling down the slide.

The poor pillow rolled directly into the stove opening, and like the small blanket from before, was immediately engulfed by the flames and turned to ash.

Pei Han had already grabbed more blankets. This time, with another pull, the blankets finally slid down completely.

As Ning Ge had anticipated, the quilt was too large and soft to fit entirely into the furnace, more than half remained outside.

The portion that went into the furnace quickly caught fire, flames spreading along the quilt and igniting the remaining portion within seconds.

The flames spread outside the furnace.

The flames on the quilt roared, easily licking at the wooden base of the stage beside the furnace.

The stage only had the final say in creating things, it couldn’t initiate anything, helplessly watching the two set the fire.

Once something was created, it was no longer under the stage’s control.

Joyful flames blazed inside the stage, and Ning Ge heard it emit a piercing scream.

The fire grew stronger and began to spread.

The judges craned their necks, staring in disbelief.

Someone asked in bewilderment, “Is this a stage effect? ​​It’s too realistic.”

The stage finally gave way.

“Put the fire out.”

Its usual arrogance vanished.

“Please.”

Its tone was humble for the first time.

Because whatever was used to extinguish the fire held the power of choice firmly in Ning Ge’s and Pei Han’s hands.

Ning Ge coldly said, “What’s the point of living? I think you’re far too obsessed with living.”

Stage: […]

She continued: “Wouldn’t it be better to burn to death? Use your boring and insignificant life to create the most dazzling and exciting stage effect. Be grateful, the most glorious moment of your mediocre life is about to arrive.”

Stage: […]

Ning Ge certainly didn’t want to burn to death with it.

Pei Han was still hanging there, and Ning Ge’s hands were numb from gripping so tightly, he might really fall.

Ning Ge finally said: “A rope.”

A rope didn’t appear, the stage refused.

“If I give you a rope to bring him up, what will you do if you abandon me?” “Can’t we put out the fire first? If we put it out, even if he falls, it’ll be fine.”

It made sense, putting out the fire was now beneficial to both sides.

“Wait,” Pei Han released one hand, opening his palm. “A waterproof lighter. This scene isn’t over yet, we can’t be too careful.”

Having a lighter that could set the stage on fire at any moment was like holding the stage’s life in his grasp.

The stage was now under his control, the fire inside was still crackling. It couldn’t be delayed. It hesitated for only a second, and a small lighter appeared in Pei Han’s hand.

Pei Han carefully examined it, even testing the light, before putting it in his pocket and saying to Ning Ge, “Heavy rain.”

The rain didn’t come.

The stage pleaded softly: “Could you… not rain? It already rained once in the last scene, another rain would be a repetition, and the stage effect wouldn’t be good.” Even on the verge of death, he was still worried about the stage effects. This stage was truly persistent.

Ning Ge thought for a moment, “Then let’s beg for forgiveness with a blizzard. A massive snowstorm.”

A sudden gust of wind arose.

The biting wind, carrying ridiculously large snowflakes, lashed at him. Ning Ge had never seen such a frenzied snowfall, the stage was instantly transformed into a white wonderland.

Snowflakes fell through the gaps in the stage, landing on the flames and hissing as they vaporised.

The incredibly heavy snowstorm pressed down, and the flames couldn’t withstand it, dwindling in size.

The accumulated snow and melted water inside the stage quickly extinguished the flames, along with the furnace fire.

“A rope,” Ning Ge ordered.

A rope ladder appeared beside Pei Han, this time with genuine sincerity—new and sturdy.

This was sincerity obtained through the threat of a lighter.

Pei Han grabbed the rope ladder and climbed up in a few swift movements.

Having escaped death, he immediately handed the lighter to Ning Ge, then stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.

Ning Ge: “…”

Did he have to act this convincingly?

His clothes, soaked in water, had finally been dried by the flames, but his body was still icy cold from the blizzard.

“Xiao Nian, I was wrong in the past. Give me another chance, forgive me,” he said.

Ning Ge looked up at him and nodded in agreement, “Okay.”

After all the life-or-death struggle and even setting a fire, the judges were finally satisfied, bowing their heads and ticking off boxes on their forms.

Only one judge remained, pen in hand, unmoved. “It’s all over now, aren’t you going to give us a kiss?”

Pei Han hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grasped the back of Ning Ge’s head.

Ning Ge looked up at him, her gaze carrying a clear warning: You dare to actually kiss me? Pei Han remained impassive, bending down and tilting his head to block the audience’s view.

They completed this staged kiss from a great distance.

The bracelet finally vibrated:

[Key Plot (5/5). Stage audition mission completed! Congratulations!]

As the two walked off the stage, Ning Ge kept clutching the small lighter in her hand.

Pei Han’s meaning was clear, give her the lighter, whether she wanted to set the stage on fire one last time was entirely up to her, he had no objection.

The stage didn’t dare utter a sound.

Only when they left the stage area and the conjured lighter vanished into thin air did Ning Ge hear the stage seem to let out a soft sigh of relief.