Han Li's POV
The system's alerts are buzzing. Loud. Shrill. Persistent.
I ignore them.
I always ignore them.
They've been screaming at me since the moment I hijacked this ridiculous world, since the second I threw the plot off course and refused to play along.
But now? Now it feels like the system is panicking.
I can almost sense it struggling to keep the narrative intact.
Pathetic.
I exhale, rolling my neck to release the tension that has been prickling at my skin throughout my entire meeting with Jiang Wei.
The moment he stepped into my office, I felt it.
The weight of the world trying to force me into submission.
Like invisible strings pulling, whispering: Don't go against the protagonist. Don't fight the natural order. Don't disrupt the script.
But I knew it would be like this.
I've tried to sabotage him before—small things, subtle interferences. Projects mysteriously falling apart, directors backing out, scripts going missing.
