Finishing the book means death; I abandoned the whole world.

Children's sadness comes and goes quickly, and Liu Tianyong has completely entered "happy little kid" mode.

He spotted the pale green-faced Greenie next to him and excitedly waved, "Greenie's brother! Are you the Frog Prince?"

"I...I'm the editor..."

"What's an editor? Can you eat it?" Little Liu Tianyong thought seriously for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Oh! It's a cookie! A green cookie!"

As he spoke, he actually wrote "green cookie" in the air with a pen, then reached out and grabbed it. The green cookie turned into a matcha-scented cookie and floated into Liu Tianyong's hand.

"Wow! They really are cookies!"

"I! Put me down! I'm Liu Tianyong, you son of a bitch!"

Little Liu Tianyong pouted, looking aggrieved: "Why did Biscuit swear? Mommy said you can't swear! You're a bad biscuit!"

He burst into tears, his tears gushing out like a fountain, falling to the ground and forming lines of text: 【Waaaaah】【So sad】【The cookie yelled at me!】

[Narrative logic error, narrative weight -10]

I casually tossed the cookie away, and the bright green color returned to its original state.

A group of people watched Liu Tianyong amusing himself in silence. The 10 jurors were now at a loss for what to do; they had been suddenly left here as jurors.

"Hehehe, this red pen is so much fun!" Yongge treated the pen like a toy, scribbling and drawing randomly in the air, "Little duck! Quack quack quack!"

The little duck he drew turned into a real duck, which landed on the ground with a "plop," waddled a couple of steps, and then disappeared.

[Narrative logic error detected, narrative weight -10]

"My duck! Bad people! You're all bad people! You stole my duck!" Yongge squatted on the ground, hugged his knees, and burst into tears.

Then I saw ants on the ground, "Hello, little ants..."

Wu Qu was at a loss: "What, what should we do?"

"Sigh, we can only wait. Once he recovers, the side effects of the Flawed Mother's Heart will eventually wear off," Ye Tian said.

"How long will that take?"

"I don't know, maybe soon, maybe very slowly..."

An awkward silence fell over the room. Having just experienced something so thrilling, and now it had turned out like this—it was all too much of a shock.

"Jury members, it seems like we can't go back now." Green pointed at the jurors. We can't just keep playing with the kids; we have to get back to our work, and nobody knows how long it will take.

"Are we just going to stand here like idiots? When are we going to get out?" Zhang Gou Dan didn't know what to do.

"So we're being imprisoned here?" Li Yumeng asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Sister Hu hugged the rag doll tightly.

"The next chapter? Maybe the next chapter will be better?" Ye Tian wasn't sure either.

"When is the next chapter?"

"This chapter is only a few hundred words long. Look at the author's current state, do you think he can write the next chapter? If he abandons it, we'll be stuck here." Ye Tian shook his head helplessly.

"Ugh, is this going to become meaningless garbage time? The word count in the article?" Wu Qu scratched his bangs.

Suddenly, Yongge stood up, snot still dripping from his nose, holding a red pen, tilting his head back at a 45-degree angle, his eyes unusually serious: "I want to be a writer! I can write stories!"

"...Huh?" The crowd hadn't even reacted yet.

"I'm going to write a story!" Yongge shouted, holding up his pen like a flag. "I'm going to write a huge story! A story with lots and lots of people! Lots and lots of delicious food! And lots and lots of interesting things!"

As he spoke, he began to write in the air:

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Yongyong who loved to eat, but now he's so hungry!

He wants a really big chicken leg! A really big one!

[A chicken leg bigger than a house!]

Everyone gets to eat a chicken leg! Because everyone has something delicious to eat, they'll be happy!

The moment the words were written, a chicken leg appeared in front of everyone in the venue, but it was a normal-sized chicken leg, emitting an enticing aroma.

"Wow!" Yong excitedly grabbed the chicken leg and started gnawing on it. "My chicken leg! My big chicken leg! What are you doing? Eat up! This is my treat for you!" Yong said as he ate, looking very proud.

Looking at the chicken leg and then at the satisfied smile on Yong Ge's face, Ye Tian felt that although Yong Ge's intelligence had decreased and he seemed a bit silly, it seemed that his ability to fool people had evolved.

He used to fool the plot and fragments, but now he's starting to fool reality itself?

"Perhaps this isn't a bad thing?" Ye Tian murmured to himself.

"What's not a bad thing?" Huang Chaobin asked, gnawing on a chicken leg.

"It's nothing," Ye Tian shook his head.

After finishing his chicken leg, Liu Tianyong looked left and right, then walked straight towards Wu Qu. His gaze fell on the "Apocalyptic Survival Guide" in her hand. "Beautiful lady, is this a storybook? A storybook that tells stories?"

"I……"

"Will you tell me a bedtime story?"

Liu Tianyong plopped down on the ground, using Wu Qu's legs as a pillow, and closed his eyes: "Beautiful sister, let's start the story."

Wu Qu stiffly held the book, and under countless gazes, he stammered as he began to make up a story: "Once upon a time, there was a mountain, um, in the mountain, there was a temple."

"There's an old monk telling a story in the temple."

"Yes, what story did the old monk tell?"

Once upon a time, there was a mountain~

"..."

After this conversation repeated several times, Liu Tianyong actually fell asleep, with drool still hanging from the corner of his mouth—yes, chicken leg-flavored drool.

Three hours later, Wu Qu's tender, long legs had lost all feeling.

When Liu Tianyong woke up, he had a splitting headache.

"What...what did I do?"

Greenie handed over a glass of water, her expression quite interesting: "It's nothing much, just reliving my happy childhood."

"Does a flawed, saintly heart die if it resists morality?"

"Yes!" Ye Tian replied from the side.

"And then your intelligence decreased?"

"right!"

"And then, what did I do?" Liu Tianyong looked at Zhou and found that everyone was looking at him with a look of "awe mixed with mockery and fear".

"It's nothing, just turned the green berries into cookies or something," Ye Tian replied, while the green berries looked mournful.

"What?"

"It's green, matcha flavored, and it swears."

"..."

"You were still crying while hugging Zhang Gou Dan, saying how pretty his flowery shorts were and that you wanted a pair just like them."

"..."

"You even made chicken legs for everyone and said it was for everyone to eat. You asked Wu Qu to tell you a bedtime story and slept on her lap for 3 hours."

Liu Tianyong slowly covered his face. "Stop talking..."

He always wrote awkward scenes in his novels to fool others and embarrass readers. He never thought he would be so embarrassed on the spot. What goes around comes around. No one escapes the wrath of heaven!

Liu Tianyong peeked at his surroundings through his fingers.

Zhang Gou Dan, wearing the "Invincible Under Heaven" shirt, cautiously covered his backside, fearing someone might try to steal it; Hu Qiao Zhen's doll was missing an eye, supposedly borrowed by Liu Tian Yong to play house.

"Are we now clearing our court fees?"

"That's right. The courtroom disappeared, the reviewers left, but the jurors were left behind."

Yongge slowly sat up, the red pen in his hand feeling heavy. He looked at Ye Tian, ​​then at Wu Qu, and then at everyone present—people who were trapped here because of an absurd trial, people who were originally strangers.

He smiled.

"Let's update it then!"

He wrote:

Liu Tianyong discovered that sometimes becoming stupid isn't a punishment, but a talent!

Because when the world expects you to be smart, being foolish becomes a kind of unpredictable freedom.

[To be continued]

[The next chapter will be written after my IQ has fully recovered!]