Liang Chen followed himself and Zhao Rui, watching their past unfold like a movie.
He tried to scream, to warn them about the future.
No sound.
Tried to grab his own shoulder—nothing.
It was like he was just… watching.
A prisoner in his own past.
He turned back to the book, floating in the air beside him. The pages flipped again.
This time, it stopped on a new chapter.
"Liang Chen Dies in a Car Accident."
His blood ran cold.
The words shifted.
The title changed before his eyes—
"Liang Chen Must Die."
Liang Chen took a step back.
"What the hell is this?"
The book was controlling the story.
And it had already decided his fate.