MM Racing Chapter 102: A Reversal of the Pen's Strokes, the First Stroke Falls
Chapter 102: A Reversal of the Pen's Strokes, the First Stroke Falls
Golden light broke through the shackles of Lu Dan's body.
At that moment, he felt as if he had become a signal receiver, with countless massive and chaotic streams of information frantically pouring into his brain through his golden veins.
[Core logic of the script detected.]
[Analyzing the underlying code of "The Feast of Gluttony"]
Current parsing progress: 10%
His perspective underwent a dramatic transformation. The crystal chandelier, the red carpet, and the arrogant clown doll began to disintegrate in his eyes, transforming into lines of tightly arranged, real-time scrolling text and data.
Is this the screenwriter's perspective?
Lu Dan stood still, his eyes filled with golden light, his body stiff.
"Wow, this light!"
The clown doll's maniacal laughter subsided slightly, and a barely perceptible hint of apprehension flashed in its plastic eyes. It instinctively loathed this power.
"What is this? It smells awful."
The clown doll waved its baton and floated backward a short distance, creating a safe distance between itself and Lu Dan.
"It looks impressive."
"However..." It tilted its head and looked at Lu Dan's stiff body.
"You seem unable to move right now, don't you?"
You were right.
Although Lu Dan was conscious at the moment, his body was temporarily out of control due to the massive data flow.
He's like an old computer downloading files at full speed, with CPU usage soaring to 100%, making it impossible to even move a finger.
"What a pity..."
The clown doll shrugged, its tone full of malice.
It turned around and pointed its baton to Lu Dan's right.
"don't want!"
Chen Zhongyi trembled as he looked at the short stick pointing at him. He wanted to run away, but his legs were as weak as noodles, and he couldn't stand up at all.
"Lu Dan...Lu Dan, save me!"
He looked at his childhood friend in despair, but at this moment, Lu Dan could only watch helplessly.
[Analysis progress: 30%]
Hurry up, faster!
Lu Dan roared inwardly, his thoughts racing wildly as he tried to understand the obscure and difficult script.
"Scream! Scream louder!"
The clown doll rubbed its hands excitedly, "Your flesh is too loose. For better texture, I have to 'tighten' it for you."
As the baton was lowered, a terrifying force enveloped Chen Zhongyi.
"ah--"
He let out a bloodcurdling scream as his left calf snapped violently backward.
"Snap!"
A cracking sound rang out as his heel pressed hard against the back of his thigh.
"It's not over yet! Your arms are too long, fold them up!"
"Snap... snap!"
Two more sharp cracks rang out as Chen Zhongyi's arms were twisted backwards and pressed tightly against his back, his joints piercing his skin.
"Brother Lu!"
Chen Zhongyi was in so much pain that his face was contorted, tears, snot, and blood mingled together, and his voice was weak.
"It takes up too much space, let's fold it again!"
"Pfft!"
This time it was the spine. Chen Zhongyi's body was forcibly folded in half, and his whole body was crumpled into a ball. His screams came to an abrupt halt.
Lu Dan's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and the words in his field of vision turned blood red.
Current parsing progress: 50%
"You can't even handle this?"
Seeing Lu Dan's eyes practically spitting fire, the clown doll laughed even more wildly.
"Don't rush, the real show is just beginning~"
With a flick of the baton, it pointed to Da Lu and the unconscious Ye Jianguo on the other side.
"Ah, the two of them have such a good relationship. Whether it's losing a leg or running for their lives, they're always together."
"Since you're so reluctant to part, let's stay together forever."
"What?!"
Da Lu only had time to let out a cry of surprise, trying his best to surround Ye Jianguo with his body.
Two dark red vortexes appeared, enveloping him and Ye Jianguo simultaneously.
"Slap...slap."
The sound of flesh being squeezed and crushed rang out.
Within the vortex, their bodies began to disintegrate and reform.
Da Lu's broad back merged with Ye Jianguo's chest, their blood vessels connected and their bones interlocked.
A few seconds later, the vortex dissipated, leaving behind a deformed lump of flesh.
The two bodies were like two lumps of clay kneaded together, and you could even see that they were still beating, but it was impossible to tell whose heart it was.
"This is true friendship, hahaha..."
"Stop! You're insane!"
Severely injured and lying in the corner, Chen Hua struggled to stand up. Her mouth was full of blood, but her eyes remained fierce.
"Oh? You still have the energy to speak?"
The clown doll waved its hand impatiently, "Since you like playing with sticks so much, then die under a stick."
The vengeful spirit staff in Chen Hua's hand flew out and hovered in mid-air.
Then it was lifted high and slammed down hard on its owner's head.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, Chen Hua's forehead was smashed open, and blood covered his eyes.
"Bang!"
The sound of skulls shattering was clearly audible after two blows.
"Bang!"
With three blows, the seemingly cold but actually passionate female designer fell into a pool of blood and never made a sound again.
In just one minute, everyone in the banquet hall except Lu Dan and Lin Xiaoxiao was wiped out.
Lu Dan clenched his teeth, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.
As he watched everything unfold, witnessing his teammates die one by one, his anger surpassed his breaking point, transforming into calm.
He was memorizing, he was analyzing, he was engraving every detail into his mind and transforming it into data to break the deadlock.
[Analysis progress: 70%]
Almost.
Almost there.
"The last one!"
The clown doll looked at Lin Xiaoxiao, who was standing by the table.
Lin Xiaoxiao simply gazed at Lu Dan quietly, her eyes filled with trust.
"Lu Dan, if... it's you, you can definitely do it."
"How touching, still dreaming even on the verge of death."
The clown doll snorted and flicked its finger, sending the brain that Lin Xiaoxiao had overturned flying out and hovering in front of her.
The rusty iron nails were slowly pulled out, their sharp points aimed at Lin Xiaoxiao's delicate body.
"Since you refuse to eat it, then let it eat you."
"go!"
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Several rusty nails shot out.
"Pfft pfft pfft!"
The first nail pierced through Lin Xiaoxiao's left shoulder, pinning her to the high-backed chair behind her.
The second nail pierced her abdomen, and blood instantly stained her clothes.
The third nail pierced her throat. Lin Xiaoxiao's body trembled violently, but she bit her lip and didn't let out a scream.
She simply stared intently at Lu Dan with her eyes wide open, as if using her last breath to tell him: Don't panic, don't be flustered, see all of this clearly—and then rewrite it.
Lu Dan watched as Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes gradually lost their luster.
[Analysis progress: 80%]
The core logic has been locked in, the skills are being developed continuously, and preparations are complete.
[Note: You only have one chance to make changes, and the scope of the changes must be limited to a small logical area.]
Finally... it's done.
The golden light in Lu Dan's eyes shone brightest at this moment, and he regained control of his body.
"Alright, the trash has been cleaned up." The clown doll turned around and walked step by step toward Lu Dan.
"Now it's your turn." Its body began to swell, and the doll, which was originally only half a person's height, instantly became huge, opened its giant mouth, and pounced on Lu Dan.
"Let me taste what your soul really tastes like!"
Lu Dan's brain performed countless deductions within 1/1000th of a second:
[Modification Option 1: Kill the Joker. Result: Failure. Target level too high, exceeding the scope of minor modification permissions.]
[Modified Option 2: Open an escape door. Calculation result: 60% success rate, but teammates are dead, only one can escape; rejected.]
[Modified Solution 3: Time Reversal. Result: Failed, insufficient permissions.]
What should I do? How should I change it?
As the giant mouth drew ever closer, Lu Dan felt the weight of the "pen".
What he needs is not to kill the enemy, not to escape, but a complete reversal, the resurrection of the dead, and the overthrow of this damned feast.
However, the narrow definition has blocked all miracles.
Just as the giant jaws were about to snap shut, a red figure emerged from Lu Dan's body.
"You idiot, what are you daydreaming about?" A charming female voice rang in my ears; it was my roommate.
She did not completely break free from Lu Dan, but transformed her long hair into countless sharp blades, forcefully holding up the clown's closed jaws.
"Give me the pen!" Then, she revealed an unprecedented form, transforming into a burning black ghostly aura, standing firmly at the forefront.
"Oh? That parasite?"
"Interesting. You're actually risking your life for your host? Fine, I'll eat you too!"
"boom!"
A terrifying ghostly aura erupted, revealing the clown's power to be far beyond imagination.
The moment my roommate's long hair touched the clown's teeth, it began to crack and burn.
"Aaaaah!" her roommate screamed in pain as her life force was rapidly depleting.
1 minute, 2 minutes.
Lu Dan looked at the red figure blocking his way, watching her gradually become transparent.
His heart was both extremely cold and extremely hot.
What exactly is a small area?
How can we change all of this without touching the underlying logic?
Text... Logic... Script...
Lu Dan's gaze passed over the two combatants and landed on the script floating in the void.
[Script Title: A Feast for the Senses]
Current Status: In Progress
[Synopsis: The chef has invited seven adorable ingredients to a real dinner filled with blood and death.]
reality?
"I can't hold on any longer!"
My roommate let out a desperate scream as all his black hair broke off.
The clown's giant mouth crashed down, swallowing all the defenses in one gulp. Lu Dan's body was also submerged in darkness, with only his head remaining exposed.
"It's over, hahaha!"
The clown was laughing wildly, his sharp teeth in his throat beginning to rotate, preparing to crush Lu Dan.
In this final moment between life and death, the golden flame in Lu Dan's eyes stopped flickering and solidified into a symbol.
He realized what a small-scale modification was. The result of the modification was large-scale, and the process of modification was a major undertaking.
But what if I simply changed a definition?
What if I only change one adjective in the script, or the subject-verb relationship of a noun?
This is a tiny change in terms of text volume, but the butterfly effect it triggers is enough to overturn the world.
"A pen... here!"
Lu Dan roared in his mind, and the pen, representing the supreme authority of the screenwriter, finally appeared in his consciousness.
He slammed his consciousness into the script synopsis.
Reality: This word is the root of all despair, because it is real, so death is death, and pain is pain.
Lu Dan manipulated the golden pen and drew a strikethrough line on the two characters.
Then, trembling, he firmly wrote down two new words: rehearsal.
But that's not enough; it only makes death an illusion, but it doesn't solve the Joker problem.
Lu Dan's gaze shifted downwards to another sentence: The head chef invited seven lovely ingredients.
Change it! Change it for me!
He blacked out the word "ingredients" and wrote: "Judges".
[Four words changed; logical judgment: minor text editing, meets skill requirements, passed.]
The gold pen shattered and turned into gold dust.
The next second, the world changed.
The stench of blood and corpses that filled the banquet hall had turned into the smell of cheap tomato sauce.
"What's going on?" the clown doll asked.
[The plot is being reconstructed; based on the logic of the new script, it's currently rolling back to reality...]
"If it's just a rehearsal, what does a dead person matter?" Lu Dan, with only his head remaining, revealed a ferocious and arrogant smile.
"Since it's just a rehearsal, this blood is just a prop."
"Bang!"
With a soft sound, Chen Zhongyi's body, which had been folded into a ball of flesh, suddenly bounced up as if it were being inflated.
"Ouch, that hurts like hell!" He jumped up from the ground, rubbing his arms and legs. "Huh? You're alright? How come you're still alright? Hahaha, I knew it was a dream!"
On the other side, the fused mass of flesh also quickly separated.
Da Lu plopped down on the ground, and Ye Jianguo, whom he was holding in his arms, miraculously grew legs.
Because during rehearsals, he didn't actually break his leg; it was just makeup.
In the corner, Chen Hua touched his forehead, which was smooth as ever, with only some red paint stains.
She stared in disbelief at the vengeful spirit stick in her hand, having just felt her head being smashed open.
Sitting on the chair, Lin Xiaoxiao pulled out the iron nail stuck in her throat.
This isn't a nail at all, but a retractable magic prop; with a gentle press, the nail retracts into the handle.
She looked at the blood on her fingertips, smelled it, and thought, "Ketchup?"
A look of surprise flashed in Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes as she looked in the direction of the clown.
Meanwhile, the clown doll that had swallowed the gall bladder was clutching its stomach, screaming, "Impossible! What is this? What is this?!"
Its belly was like an inflated balloon, getting bigger and bigger, and thinner and thinner.
"The script has been changed, Chef..."
Lu Dan's voice came from inside his stomach, "Right now, the judges are very dissatisfied with your dish."
"Tear!"
The clown's belly was ripped open by a pair of hands, and Lu Dan walked out unharmed.
He was still carrying his roommate, who had reverted to his original form, was weak but otherwise unharmed.
Lu Dan stood in the center of the round table, looking down at the clown doll that had fallen to the ground.
"Esteemed judges, what score would you give to the rehearsal that the chef just hosted?"
The entire room fell silent for a second.
Immediately afterwards, a violent and real killing intent erupted from each of the "resurrected" people.
Chen Zhongyi picked up the stool from the ground, Da Lu cracked his knuckles, Chen Hua raised the vengeful spirit stick, and Lin Xiaoxiao held several explosive talismans in her hand.
Even Bao Ping on the ground slowly wriggled and transformed back into the middle-aged man with his arms around her back.
Bao Ping touched his face in confusion, then saw the small wrench on the table.
He picked it up, looked at Lu Dan, and then at the trembling clown doll.
Anger ignited in the honest man's eyes.
"Zero points!"