Sanctuary Paradise

Chapter 80 "The Playwright"

Void, in a special space.

"You seem to have been noticed? But forget it."

A chuckle rang out, and a figure in a white suit sat on a white plastic chair and stretched out his palm.

Dark ashes began to gather in his palm, and finally, a notebook exuding a strange aura appeared in his hand.

Who would have thought that from the very beginning, the book of fantasy he left behind was just a fake?

"It seems to be going more smoothly than I expected?"

A smile appeared from the corner of the playwright's mouth, and a dark figure slowly condensed in front of his eyes, and finally turned into a figure that was ninety-nine similar to the executioner.

The book of fantasy on the side began to turn, and new content began to emerge:
"It's amazing! Everyone was fooled. From the beginning, the playwright had planned for the script to be messed up."

"He laid out the means in advance. Once things change, the refining conditions for the original sin clone will also change accordingly."

"The dramatist Mei Mu thought he had taken advantage of the loopholes in the script to attract the paradise to take action. Although this did bring a lot of trouble to the playwright, the playwright who had been prepared for a long time hid directly in the pre-prepared In the asylum, he cleverly avoided being executed in Paradise.”

"Just as the playwright expected, with the intervention of Mei Ming, Xin Lailai defeated the executioner who was impossible to defeat at all."

"However, what Xin Lailai doesn't know is that because of his talent, even if he dies in the execution in paradise, the executioner will be resurrected again."

"But Xin Lailai no longer has to worry about this, because the soul of the executioner has fallen into the hands of the playwright."

"The original sin clone stored in the world of Demon Slayer No. 01-32 successfully intercepted the soul of the executioner who was supposed to return to the living world, and Meimei's intervention gave the playwright the opportunity to perfectly recover the original sin clone."

"It went extremely smoothly. After using Xin Lailai to attract the attention of the unknown existence and eyebrows, the playwright's script was perfectly executed."

"It is gratifying that all those who survived have achieved satisfactory results. Everything that happened in the world of Demon Slayer No. 01-32 has come to an end."

The contents of the Book of Fantasy stopped here. The playwright looked at the soul of the executioner in front of him and could no longer hold back the joy in his heart.

In the end, he won after all.

Although it is not the most satisfactory answer, in a sense, the original sin clone refined based on the soul of the deceased will only be more effective than the one refined with Xin Lailai's soul.

more importantly--

What he wants can also be obtained through the Death Cult where the deceased is located.

"In the end, the so-called fortune teller is nothing more than that."

The playwright looked at the fantasy book in front of him, with a look of sarcasm and a strong sense of pleasure on his face.

Then, the next moment——

Boom! !

A deafening roar exploded instantly, and a huge hole was opened in the supposedly indestructible shelter.

"Um...what did you just say?"

The blue alchemical lines slowly disintegrated in mid-air, and the scholar in white robe stood on the ruins and said with a smile.

looks! ?
Why did this guy find himself here?

A look of astonishment flashed through the playwright's pupils. He looked at the eyes in front of him in disbelief, unable to understand how the other party found this shelter that could temporarily avoid even the lock on the paradise.

"If you don't say anything, I will take this thing away."

Eyebrows said with a chuckle, and his palms directly grabbed the dark soul next to the playwright.

Stab it--!
The dark breath flashed past, forcing Meimou's palm back, and the playwright slowly stood up from the chair, looked at Meimu with cold eyes, and said:

"I don't know how you broke in here, but if you go back now, I can pretend that none of this happened."

As he spoke, the book of fantasy on the side began to flip through the pages crazily, and pitch-black arms protruded from the pages, each holding a pen made of bone.

"What if I say no?"

He said with a slight smile, put his hands behind his back, stepped forward, and as the white robe fluttered, the bright stars descended instantly.

"You will pay the price for your arrogance. The star of the golden age will be extinguished today."

The playwright's figure flickered, instantly blending into the dark environment like ink. The next moment, thousands of arms appeared out of thin air, waving towards the eyebrows standing above the galaxy.

This sanctuary is his home court. With the support of the Book of Fantasy at home, he is sure to make the opponent hate him even at the peak of his strength!
"interesting."

Eyebrows looked at the offensive launched by the playwright, chuckled, raised his head, and a frightening gray-white light suddenly burst out from his pupils as deep as the starry sky.

In an instant, the galaxy erupted, and the entire shelter space fell directly into confusion, followed by an earth-shaking loud noise.

……

……

I don't know how long it took, but when everything calmed down, the shelter that was originally full of mystery had completely turned into ruins.

"why…"

In the center of the ruins, limbs were twisted and bent irregularly, and the playwright, whose white suit was stained red by the blood pouring out of the huge hole in his chest, looked at the spotless white-robed young man in mid-air with an incomprehensible look in his eyes.

It's not like he has never encountered enemies at the pinnacle of strength.

He was certain that as a playwright, he could not fail so miserably in the asylum.

The playwright moved his eyes with difficulty, as if trying to find the answer from the young man in white robe, and then he saw... the undisguised pity in the young man in white robe.

mercy?

Is this guy... taking pity on him?

In an instant, an inexplicable anger arose in the playwright's heart. He stared intently at the scene and stood up with difficulty.

"I advise you not to stand up."

"Haha... What does a guy like you who was born to be superior know?"

The playwright grabbed the floating book of fantasy, and dark arms rushed out from it, filling his wounds and integrating with his body.

"A guy like you who is a dog in the paradise will never understand what it means to hold your destiny in your own hands!"

Cause and effect·Nirvana!

The jet-black flames with wooden textures soared into the sky, and the blow of death that gave up their own fate penetrated the space, locking the eyes tightly from the causal point of view.

But the eyebrows seemed to turn a blind eye to this, and turned away directly. When the playwright saw this, he was startled at first, and then roared angrily:

"looks!!"

boom--!
The dark flames hit the galaxy, and then...

I saw a corner of the galaxy behind Meimou gently inciting, and the playwright's attack was instantly extinguished like a spark falling into the sea.

impossible……

Even at the peak of his power, it was absolutely impossible for him to take this blow so lightly.

"You seem to have misunderstood what I meant."

"It's never about how strong I am, it's just that your attack is too weak."

The sound of eyebrows came up, and he turned his head, glanced at the playwright with a dull expression, dropped a sentence, and disappeared from sight.

"The playwrights I know are very proficient in drama."

What does it mean?
Who do you know by face?

The playwright froze on the spot, and a lot of confusing thoughts began to pop up in his mind.

He has never seen Mei Ming before...

"wrong…"

He really is not proficient in drama...

"No, no, no, no!"

The playwright roared like crazy, his pupils were maximized, and his expression began to distort.

he……

Whoa-!
There was a clear sound of turning pages, and the playwright raised his head unconsciously and froze in place.

In front of him, he saw a dark notebook floating in mid-air, flipping through frantically.

Book of fantasy?

but……

He suddenly looked at his palm, only to find that the dark notebook in his hand was turning into ashes bit by bit.

For a moment, a strong sense of confusion surged out of his mind. In a daze, he seemed to smell a pungent burnt smell, and he seemed to hear the sound of something being torn apart.

"Uhhh...ahhh...!"

He clutched his scalp tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he trudged towards the book of fantasy floating in front of him.

Stab it!

Suddenly, there was a harsh tearing sound, and the constantly turning book of fantasy suddenly froze, and then, all the pages filled with text were separated into two thinner pages amidst the tearing sound.

Immediately afterwards, the front of each page and the back of the previous page were rejoined.

Then... new lines of text began to emerge from the blank space.

what is this?
He stared blankly at the suddenly unfamiliar fantasy book in front of him and the contents that appeared on it. His brain could no longer understand what was happening in front of him.

It was completely different from the script he was familiar with.

Stage play, puppet show, pantomime...

The characters' names haven't changed at all, but the sequence of events has been drastically altered.

Xin Lailai's fate is no longer the focus, and everything that happens in the world of Demon Slayer is no longer required to develop according to the established route.

There are no surprises, nothing that goes beyond the development of the script, because no matter what happens, it is already within the tolerance of this script.

No matter whether Xin Lailai will enter the paradise or not.

Whether or not the unknown presence comes.

Regardless of whether the executioner can complete the pioneer assessment.

No matter whether the eyebrows appear to save Xin Lailai or not.

——No matter what happens, it will not exceed the expectations of this script!

If the script he recognized was a few simple threads, then the script in front of him was a delicate and complicated giant web.

An indescribable sense of horror arose in his heart, and as the pages of the book turned, this sense of horror began to grow rapidly.

"what--!"

Finally, he could no longer hold back the terror in his heart. After screaming, he grabbed the turning page of the book and turned it to the end as if he was possessed by a demon. He looked at the end:

"Finally he couldn't stand the fear in his heart and grabbed the Book of Fantasy directly, wanting to see the ending of it all."

"A chilling chill began to grow in his heart when he read this passage, and quickly spread throughout his body."

"Along with the chill came his 'long-lost' self."

"It's gratifying, gratifying, at the end of the story, he finally remembered."

"Yes, he is a 'playwright', but he is not a 'playwright', he is -"

"L...S."

The man said his name with a dull expression. He looked at his body and finally saw the hanging threads that had always existed on his body.He finally remembered that he was Lance, a ninth-level contractor, the pioneer of the Sanctuary Paradise, the law enforcer of the Sun God Cult, and... a violator wanted by the Sun God Cult in order to seize the power of faith from the Sun God Cult!
Unable to break through the ultimate strength, he stole the power of faith from the Sun God Cult and fled to a ninth-level native world. Then, there, he met...

"Yes, you met me."

An intellectual voice sounded from the side, and a white-gloved palm reached out from the side, elegantly catching the Book of Fantasy that slipped from Lance's hand.

clang!
With a clear snap of fingers, two beams of light shot down from the sky, falling on the young man in a white suit and Lance, who looked dull beside him.

"You...you...madman...monster...let me go! Let me go!"

Lance looked at the man in front of him, screamed in horror, fell to the ground, and kept retreating.

The man did not feel any dissatisfaction with this, but showed a kind smile. He closed the book of fantasy, squatted down, looked at Lance in front of him, and asked in a gentle tone:

"How does it feel to become the strongest, Mr. Lance? Just now, you had a head-to-head fight with a monster known as the Star of the Golden Age~ Isn't this something I don't even dare to do?"

"Ahh...ahhh...!"

Faced with the man's question, Lance had completely lost the ability to speak and could only continue to roar in terror like a beast.

Whoa-!
Suddenly, the sound of a series of chains colliding suddenly sounded, and the overwhelming golden chains suddenly rushed out of nothingness, instantly blocking the entire space.

"I almost forgot about this. What a headache? Can't that guy Meimou stop sitting in and out of the teleportation array all day long?"

Facing the golden chain that exuded an astonishing sense of oppression, the man did not show any fear, but instead sighed in annoyance.

Sanctuary Paradise’s…judgment? !

The moment he felt the familiar pressure from the golden chains, a glimmer of hope burst out of Lance's eyes. He was crying and crawling towards the chains like a wild dog, pleading:

"I was wrong! Paradise, I am willing to accept all punishments. Please give me another chance. I promise..."

puff!
Dozens of golden chains as thick as a thumb shot out from all directions and penetrated Lance's body instantly.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, these should come to you, the strongest level violator, Mr. Lance~"

The playwright's light voice sounded, and the horrified and humble twisted expression on Lance's face was instantly frozen.

Then, with a slight swing of the golden chain, the lifeless body on the ground instantly turned into ashes.

But the golden chain did not disappear. Instead, it continued to seal the space airtightly, and also shrunk the encirclement a bit.

"Hey, is this bad? I'm just an unrelated spectator, right? And I paid enough for the admission fee."

The playwright looked up at the golden chain in front of his eyes, shrugged, and said in a brisk tone.

The golden chains remained unmoved.

"Okay, I understand. Alas... I really have a miserable life."

The playwright said, opening the book of fantasy in his hand and lightly touching it.

In an instant, golden flames ignited from the Book of Fantasy, followed by a scream that did not sound like a human voice. The words on the Book of Fantasy began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the book of fantasy that was originally filled with densely packed words became completely blank.

"By the way, I can exchange this favor with them for something, right?"

The playwright looked at the golden chain in front of him and asked.

The golden chain did not respond, but quickly disappeared into the void and disappeared.

“Well, it’s really getting harder and harder to be a violator these days.”

The playwright looked at the blank book of fantasy in his hand and sighed helplessly.

I originally wanted to save this opportunity to go to the guy with my eyebrows and ask for a higher price.

"Forget it, that's not bad."

The playwright chuckled lightly, closed the book of fantasy, took out a mediocre little book, opened it, and sat on the white plastic chair that appeared behind him at some point, crossed his legs, and quietly Appreciate it.

Even if Paradise didn't intervene, he would definitely erase the contents of the Book of Fantasy.

As for the script you have now?

This is just words written in ink and a very ordinary notebook, the kind you can buy in modern stationery stores.

After all, no matter how talented the playwright is, it is impossible to write the content directly into the book of fantasy. He has to make several drafts first.

"Well... now it seems that the handling here can be improved."

"The progress here is still a little too hasty and can be slowed down appropriately."

The playwright pondered, took out his most convenient pen, and started revising his notes casually.

Atop the ruins, a man sat on a plastic chair, bathed in light, writing quietly.

After several hours, the playwright took a deep breath and looked at the end of the script with a satisfied look.

"Xin Lailai created his own miracle."

"The executioner has completed her trial."

"Unknown beings find new pleasures."

"Mei Mu got the answer he wanted."

"The playwright managed to get rid of the cause and effect of the elemental gems and the dark shadow."

"The paradise has received a large amount of time and space power and two new contractors with great potential."

"It's gratifying that everyone got a satisfactory result."

This is the ending, the ending that he carefully crafted.

"By the way, I almost forgot that there is another person here."

The playwright saw the ashes on the ground, slapped his forehead, looked at the script he had written, and showed a troubled expression, but then his expression relaxed again.

"Forget it, you were dead from the beginning anyway."

Yes, according to the playwright, Lance was already dead before meeting him.

To be precise, when Lance violated the rules of the paradise for the sake of power, his end was already doomed.

"Alas, people like you will never understand how ridiculous it is to become a violator for a little power."

The playwright looked at the ashes on the ground and sighed softly, but there was no regret in his eyes.

"The so-called violators are actually a group of people who rely more on the rules of the park than any contractor."

"At the same time, you also don't understand that for a violator, the important thing is never how to win, but how to ensure that you will not become a loser."

Yes, in this play, no matter which way it ends, the playwright will never lose.

If Xin Lailai did not enter the park, it meant that 04296 and Meimei's methods were more powerful than he expected, and the puppet would not even have a chance to self-destruct. In this case, he would directly give up all plans and avoid it perfectly. risk.

If Xin Lailai enters the paradise but dies in the trial world, it doesn't matter, because there is also the original sin clone he prepared in that trial world.

If Xin Lailai died in Tengxi Mountain, he would also benefit.

And if Xin Lailai survives in the end, it means that he must have completed the deal with Meimu, so that he has at least got rid of the cause and effect of the elemental gems, and there is a high probability that he has even paid off the favor of Heiying.

At the same time, no matter what the outcome, the paradise will never lose money.

After all, the theater alone that was legally confiscated by the park was already worth one hundred thousand ounces of space-time power.

——As a violator, you can not win, but you can never lose.

——And, never try to harm the interests of Paradise.

"This is a valuable experience I gained from an old-timer."

The playwright looked at the ashes on the ground and said with a chuckle. Then, he looked at the script in his hand, and his eyes moved slightly when he saw the words Xin Lailai.

Theoretically, everything that happened in Demon Slayer World should have been expected by him.

But to be honest, although he was indeed prepared for the executioner to be killed, that was based on the condition that Xin Lailai had some bad luck before entering the world of Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba.

Therefore, when he saw Xin Lailai actually rejecting Meimou's conditions and going back alone, not to mention Meimou and the shadow, even he was shocked.

"I have to admit that what that bastard said does have some truth to it. It is really easy to be fascinated by things like miracles after witnessing them once."

Xin Lailai's victory had a lot of luck involved, and the playwright knew it very well.

As long as the executioners are more cautious, rather than immersed in the fun of confrontation...

If Fan Meimu takes action a little later, the executioner will be able to complete the ritual...

Whenever Xin Lailai had the idea of ​​giving up even once, the delay was not enough...

From the perspective of those watching, Xin Lailai's victory was due to too much chance and luck, and even this victory was ugly and unbearable no matter how you looked at it.

Instead of defeating the opponent in a head-on confrontation, he used the arrogance in the enemy's heart to forcefully drag the opponent to death.

For a strong man, such a victory is undoubtedly ugly.

But for the weak——

"Wonderful performance, Xin Lailai."

The playwright applauded and praised, and then he looked at the empty space in front of him, a look of pain flashing across his face.

"How did that guy find this place?"

According to his original plan, he should be the one to hand over the executioner himself and sell him a big favor. Lance should have died directly at the hands of Paradise.

But the appearance of a clue directly disrupted everything, forcing him to show up in advance to prevent the sanctuary from collapsing.

Otherwise, if his biggest lair were to collapse like this, the playwright would probably see himself on the list of idiots in the Paradise Express in a few days.

As for why not just kill the executioner?
Please don't be kidding. Based on the talent of the executioner alone, the playwright can guarantee that as long as he dares to use the original sin object to actually attack the executioner, the paradise will come to cause trouble. The group of kings in the underworld will probably act like mad dogs that night. The same comes to your door.

He has never seen such a perverted talent in his life!

To put it bluntly, if he was not born in the current world of paradise and was left in the outside world, he would probably have a hard time seeing each other even with his status.

"Even with such monster-like things popping up, the golden age... really lives up to its name?"

The playwright chuckled to himself, looked at the script in his hand, put it away with great care, and then looked at the void in front of him, a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

No matter what, what he is going to do will not change.

And, most importantly——

He finally got rid of that stupid thing!
That damned bastard thing that even the Book of Fantasy didn't dare to record directly, was finally diverted by other things!

When he thought of this, the playwright felt extremely happy.

He's had enough of that bastard who always likes to crawl out of the floor while he poops and reads the paper!

Now, he just wants to go to the Demon Clan restaurant that he often frequents and have a good meal right away!
Then, go again...

"Hey! My dear old friend, you seem to be thinking of me!"

Suddenly, a figure sounded from behind the playwright. The playwright turned around suddenly and looked at the black figure that was half-protruding from the shadow of the ruins. His expression suddenly looked as ugly as if he had eaten dog shit.

"roll!!"

He now understands how the guy with eyebrows found this place!

……

　The playwright's story has come to an end for the time being. He will appear again next time. emmm, I don't know.

　　In short, so far, all the threads in the first volume have been retracted. As for the talent of the executioner... you will understand why the playwright said that in the next chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)