The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

In the dome of the Hongmeng Universe's Temple of Creation, countless luminous fragments of stories hovered, like an inverted Milky Way. Yun Yao's fingertips gently touched the flowing golden patterns of light, calibrating the time and space anchors of the Three Thousand Worlds. Suddenly, the temple's bronze gates exploded, and Chu Moyao stumbled in, her hair disheveled, her moon-white skirt stained with blood. In her arms, she clutched the shimmering "Chu Moyao's Adventure."

"Mom and Dad!" The girl's voice was filled with tears, and the Chaos Divine Mark on her chest flickered violently. "I'm in big trouble in the 'Systemless World'!"

The Hongmeng Pen in Chu Mochen's hand suddenly unsheathed, and the ink-colored sword light drew spider-web-like cracks on the ground: "Who dares to touch my daughter?"

Yun Yao, however, held her husband's wrist, her gaze fixed on the book in Chu Moyao's arms. The cover was strangely twisting, the dark text constantly reorganizing itself as if alive. The once gilded title, "Chu Moyao's Adventure," had now become "A Failed Work." Even stranger, a dark purple liquid oozed from the spine, emitting a sickening, rancid odor—the unmistakable manifestation of the corrupted power of story.

"Tell me more about it." Yun Yao squatted down and held her daughter's trembling hand. She could feel the disorder in Chu Moyao's spiritual energy, obviously she had just experienced a fierce battle.

Chu Moyao bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with resentment. "As promised, I went to a world without a system or godhood, hoping to prove that even mortals could rewrite their own destinies. Everything went smoothly at first. I used the pseudonym 'Ayao' and opened a teahouse in a small border town. I met many ordinary people who were working hard to make a living. Some of them wanted to gain fame and fortune, while others wanted to become heroes. Everyone was striving for their dreams."

She paused, flipping open the torn pages of the book. A yellowed letter fluttered out from between them. Yun Yao picked it up and found a thank-you note written in a simple, ancient handwriting: "Miss Yao, if you hadn't encouraged me to pick up my brush again, I never would have known I could create paintings that would amaze the whole town."

"But what happened next?" Chu Mochen asked with a frown. He noticed the wound on his daughter's sleeve. It was a burn caused by some strange force and was definitely not caused by an ordinary weapon.

"Then...then they suddenly changed." Chu Moyao's voice trembled. "One morning, I woke up to find a long line outside the teahouse. People had empty eyes and mechanically repeated the same sentence: 'No one will read stories without golden fingers.' I tried to communicate with them, but I found that the same black script fragments were floating in their spiritual seas, with the words 'Stories of ordinary people are doomed to fail' written on them."

Yun Yao's pupils shrank slightly. These black fragments bore a striking resemblance to the "shackles of fate" she had witnessed during her battle against the Heavenly Dao Divine Palace. Using her divine sense to probe into Chu Moyao's body, she discovered a pitch-black "rule imprint" at the girl's dantian, devouring her Chaos Divine Rune.

"Someone is tampering with the underlying rules of that world!" Yun Yao said solemnly, "The only one who can do this is..."

"Lord of Rules," Chu Mochen said solemnly, the Hongmeng Pen in his hand humming incessantly. Back when they had merged the Three Thousand Worlds, they had discovered traces of a mysterious being at the core of the Hongmeng Universe. It was a powerful aura beyond the realm of chaos, controlling the fundamental laws of all worlds.

At this moment, a blinding black light suddenly erupted from "Chu Moyao's Adventure," and an illusory figure emerged from it. It was an old man in a black robe, his face blurred. In his hand, he held a thorn-covered scepter, the black gem inlaid on the top of the scepter emitting a frightening light.

"The daughter of the Chaos God is nothing more than that." The old man's voice was like sandpaper scraping against each other, full of sarcasm. "Do you think that passion alone can break the immutable rules? In my 'systemless world', mortals should be content with mediocrity. Stories without cheat codes shouldn't exist!"

Chu Moyao glared at him. "Who gives you the right to define what stories should exist? Aren't the dreams and perseverance of those who work hard more precious than your so-called 'golden fingers'?"

The old man laughed loudly, and swung a black chain from his scepter, instantly binding Chu Moyao: "Naive! Look at these foolish mortals!" He raised his hand, and the wall of the temple turned into a huge mirror, reflecting the scene of the "world without system".

In the scene, the once vibrant town has been reduced to ruins, its inhabitants like the walking dead, holding up wooden signs that read "We Need Gold Fingers," their eyes filled with despair and madness. Yun Yao recognizes the painter who wrote to her, now frantically smearing his own paintings with a brush, crying, "Without special abilities, my paintings are worthless!"

"See?" the old man said proudly, "When they realize that no matter how hard they try, they can't change their fate, they crave external intervention. That's human nature, that's the rule!"

Chu Moyao suddenly sneered, "You're wrong! The true rule is to never give up!" The Chaos Divine Mark on her chest shone brightly, burning the black chains into puffs of white smoke. "Before you controlled me, my friends and I agreed to build a library to store everyone's stories. Even without the golden finger, these true joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness are worth remembering!"

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously. The Hongmeng Pen transformed into a galaxy, sweeping across the sky. Yun Yao invoked the Law of Creation, outlining a vast page in the void. However, the old man waved his staff lightly, and all the attacks vanished like a drop in the ocean.

"The Chaos God is nothing more than this." The old man raised his hand, and the black mark on Chu Moyao's body suddenly expanded. "You created the world, and I make the rules. In my domain, you have no chance of winning."

At this critical moment, "Chu Moyao's Adventure" suddenly opened automatically, and a familiar figure walked out from it - it was Liu Yan'er! At this moment, she had shed all her divine aura and was just a woman in a simple dress, holding a thick stack of manuscripts in her hands.

"Old man, it's time to change your rules." Liu Yan'er tossed the manuscript into the air, and countless golden words burst out. "Over the years, I have compiled the most moving stories in the Three Thousand Worlds at the Supreme Book Pavilion. They all have one thing in common—the protagonists may be ordinary, but they never give up the courage to rewrite their destiny."

The manuscript transformed into a golden torrent, rushing towards the old man. Yun Yao seized the opportunity to grab Chu Moyao, while Chu Mochen used the Hongmeng Pen as a guide. The power of the three, empowered by the laws of creation, formed a massive vortex of chaos.

The old man finally showed a panic expression: "Impossible! How can these stories without golden fingers have such powerful power?"

"Because true emotion is the most powerful force!" Chu Moyao broke free and rushed towards the black gem-encrusted scepter. Her Chaos Divine Rune resonated with the golden text in the book, bursting into a dazzling light.

Amidst the light, Yun Yao suddenly recalled the despair and unwillingness she felt when she first crossed over, facing bullying in the palace. Back then, wasn't she just a mortal without a "golden finger"? Yet, it was this unwillingness that fueled her on her journey to victory.

With a loud bang, the black gem exploded, and the old man's figure gradually became transparent. Before he disappeared, he roared one last time, "You break the rules, and the Hongmeng Universe will collapse!"

However, the universe did not descend into chaos as he had predicted. Instead, the confusion in the eyes of the people of the "systemless world" gradually dissipated. They gazed at the golden fragments of stories floating in the sky and picked up their once-discarded dreams. The painter picked up his brush again, and this time, his paintings were imbued with a newfound resolve.

Chu Moyao collapsed to the ground exhausted. The cover of "Chu Moyao's Adventure" became shiny again, and the gilded title shone with a warm glow. Liu Yan'er walked over and gently stroked her hair. "Well done, little girl. Remember, a true story never needs fancy packaging."

Yun Yao held her daughter in her arms and watched Chu Mochen repair the damaged rules of the world. She knew that although this battle was won, there might be even more powerful enemies ahead. However, as long as they firmly believed in their choice, there was no fate that could not be rewritten.

"Mom, I understand." Chu Moyao raised her head, her eyes shining again. "It's not that stories need cheats, but that people find the courage to face reality in stories."

Yun Yao smiled and nodded, gazing into the depths of the Hongmeng universe. There, the stories of countless worlds continued, and everyone who dared to strike back became the protagonist of their own story.