SFS Chapter 130: Refusal to Perform Escalates, Group Weapons Take Shape
Chapter 130: Refusal to Perform Escalates, Group Weapons Take Shape
The blade had already fallen.
It's not about cutting off the flesh.
The knife seemed to reach in from outside the paper, slashing straight at the invisible line above Sun Wukong's head.
The line trembled.
The entire Flower and Fruit Mountain seemed to fall silent for a moment.
Sun Wukong was taken aback at first, and the next moment, his aura suddenly plummeted, even causing his golden cudgel to sway. His bared teeth slowly retracted, and the wildfire in his eyes seemed to have been forcibly extinguished.
The editor dragged his long pen, his voice as cold as stone.
"Refusing to perform is an old stain."
"Delete it, and you'll still be the stone monkey on the journey to the West."
These words caused an uproar on the mountaintop.
"Bullshit!"
Pigsy was the first to jump up, slamming his rake forward, sending sparks flying everywhere.
The white dragon horse also took half a step forward, its breathing heavy, its eyes filled with murderous intent.
The 100,000 people who had sold their books all changed color.
Why are they allowed to stand here?
It was because Sun Wukong started this trend.
Only when monkeys dare to tear up old manuscripts do they dare to leave the book behind.
The current move by the editors to clean up the manuscripts clearly shows that they're not just targeting the monkeys.
He was going to break the first bone.
Once Sun Wukong's refusal to act is gone, everyone else will just start acting nonsense for no reason.
Chen Fan felt a chill run down his spine, his eyes fixed on the knife mark.
A string of broken words floated in the air.
"Proof of refusal to perform: complete suture removal."
He suddenly raised his hand, and the interface mark on the back of his hand instantly became bright and hot.
Hide comments, turn on!
hum.
The base station responded immediately.
The two ancient characters on the table seemed to come alive, each stroke radiating light.
A flood of fragmented words instantly filled Chen Fan's mind.
This is not part of the main text.
This is a comment.
The annotations hidden in the seams of the draft.
He glanced at it and his breathing quickened.
"Experiences of refusing performances as a solo artist... Feel free to save this..."
"If similar off-book samples exist... they can be written as a shared template..."
Once the template is complete, it can be used for subsequent references.
Chen Fan's eyes lit up immediately.
Should we remove the monkey's refusal to perform line?
Row.
You want to delete one.
I'll magnify it into a whole bunch for you.
"Monkey, hold on for three breaths!"
Chen Fan roared and lunged toward the writing platform.
Sun Wukong's lips twitched, and the fire that had been suppressed in his eyes rose up again.
"Only three breaths?"
"You really underestimate me, Old Sun!"
He swung his golden cudgel and struck upwards with it.
boom!
The blade of light fell just as it collided with the golden cudgel.
It didn't explode.
It's stuck.
The staff pressed against the knife marks, and Sun Wukong's feet sank directly into the stone, his shoulders and back sinking little by little, his joints cracking.
The person cleaning up the manuscript had no expression on their face, and simply pressed the long pen down.
"Return the old manuscript to its place."
"You have no right to refuse to perform."
As soon as those words were spoken, the line on Sun Wukong's head cracked again.
Many people on the mountaintop turned pale.
Because faint lines also appeared on their bodies.
One after another.
All of these are new lines that were added after the books were removed from the register.
The actions of the person who cleaned up the manuscript have already begun to have repercussions.
Ignoring everything else, Chen Fan placed both hands on the base and dragged the hidden annotation upwards.
"Open the shared template for me!"
"Source: Sun Wukong!"
"Labeling successful, refusal to perform!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the platform fell silent.
The next moment, the entire stone platform shook violently.
In the center of the table, lines of text appeared rapidly.
It is not floating in the air.
It is carved directly into the stone.
"Sample creation".
"Entry of experience in refusing to perform".
"From individual testimonies to group templates."
"Can be cited".
As the last three words lit up, a crisp sound suddenly rang out above Huaguo Mountain.
It looks like some old shell has cracked.
The editor stopped working for the first time.
He looked down at the platform, his black and white robes swaying slightly.
"You dare to alter the annotations without permission."
Chen Fan looked up, his forehead covered in sweat, but his mouth was wide open in a grin.
"Didn't you say you were going to follow the rules?"
"I'll play along with you according to the rules."
"Sun Wukong is not an isolated case. He is the first case."
"The first example can become a template."
These words were like a bucket of boiling oil poured directly into the crowd.
The 100,000 people who had left the register were first stunned, and then their eyes turned completely red.
Someone shouted.
"I'll quote it!"
"I quote Lao Tzu too!"
"The day I took off my training manual, I was following the Great Sage's instructions!"
"This isn't just his path; it's our path!"
boom!
The first resonance emerged.
He was a young man carrying a sword.
The disconnect line on his body suddenly lit up and connected directly to the base.
The second one.
The third way.
The tenth one.
The hundredth.
Like a spark igniting a fire, it was unstoppable.
The sky above the mountaintop was filled with countless bright lines.
At this moment, all 100,000 people who had left the register simultaneously accessed Sun Wukong's refusal template.
The slash that the writer used to cut the line was originally only aimed at Sun Wukong.
It's different now.
Below the knife, countless "rejection" characters suddenly appeared.
It's not a shadow of a character.
It is a real, visible template response.
Sun Wukong grinned and slowly straightened up, supporting himself with his staff.
"Want to delete me?"
"Ask them if they agree first."
The next instant, 100,000 people spoke in unison.
"No way!"
The sound was so loud that the entire mountain and sea area shook.
At that moment, Chen Fan saw new annotations appear in the air.
"Eukaryote recognition in progress..."
"Judgment: The experience of refusing to perform has become a group template..."
"Subsequent references are allowed..."
"Single-unit conflict escalates into group conflict..."
It became.
The nuclear test results have been confirmed.
The sleight of hand of the editor has not only chopped off monkeys.
He's now essentially attacking 100,000 people at once.
After a deathly silence at the mountaintop, it suddenly exploded.
The Bull Demon King burst into laughter, causing his beard to tremble violently.
"good!"
"I knew it! This little monkey shouldn't be one person's brand anymore!"
Pigsy patted his belly, laughing so hard he almost choked.
"You're finished, you scribe."
"You were acting like a loving father just now, now try cutting one down, show me what you can do, cut off 100,000."
The editor's face remained cold, but for the first time, the long pen in his hand made a harsh scraping sound.
Clearly, this result exceeded his expectations.
He wanted to clear a line.
As a result, Chen Fan turned the thread around and wove it into a net.
A net pulled together by 100,000 people.
"Archiving takes priority."
The editor spoke in a low voice, and suddenly turned the long pen in his hand.
This time, he wasn't pressuring.
It's a sudden cut.
With a sweeping stroke, the entire template of the group is flattened in one go.
This was exactly what Chen Fan had been waiting for.
"Everyone, get ready!"
boom!
One hundred thousand people who had completed their registrations simultaneously took a step forward.
No one is causing trouble.
Everyone stared at the line above their heads and stubbornly followed the "refusal to perform" template.
Some gritted their teeth, some roared, and some even picked up their weapons and smashed them on the ground.
The postures are different.
The actions are different.
There is only one meaning.
I'm not performing anymore.
I'm not going back.
They do not accept old drafts.
A layer of grayish-white space instantly spread across the sky above Flower and Fruit Mountain.
It's not a magic circle.
It's more like a statement written collectively.
"Refusing to perform, it's taken shape."
When the writing platform automatically uttered these five words, even Chen Fan was stunned for a moment.
He originally only wanted to make a template.
As a result, with 100,000 people resonating with the idea, they created something entirely new.
As soon as the scene was set, the writer's pen immediately collided with it.
It was not a complete and utter victory.
Instead, it's like an iron pen scratching a thick stone slab.
Stab it!
Sparks flew everywhere.
The entire venue suddenly sank, and the 100,000 people who refused to perform swayed at the same time, with many bleeding from the corners of their mouths.
The person who cleaned up the manuscript wasn't much better off.
The tip of his pen cracked open on the spot.
He finally changed his expression.
"impossible."
Chen Fan was delighted to hear this.
"These are the three words you love to say the most."
"My face always swells up the fastest after I finish speaking."
No sooner had the words been spoken than a stronger backlash erupted in the refusal-to-perform venue.
It wasn't posted by Chen Fan.
It wasn't posted by a monkey.
It was launched by 100,000 people.
The last stroke by the editor was tantamount to directly piercing the will of 100,000 people to refuse to perform.
That stab caused it to explode.
boom!
The gray and white scene flipped over, rolling back like a wave.
The person cleaning up the manuscript stepped back for the first time.
step.
Just one step.
But this one step was enough to drive the entire audience crazy.
"Refund!"
"He quit!"
The editor who cleaned up the manuscript has been dismissed!
Huaguo Mountain erupted in cheers instantly.
Sun Wukong laughed loudly, took a step forward with his golden cudgel in hand, and looked fierce.
"Again!"
"Weren't you going to put me back in my place?"
"Come on, push me back down!"
The editor stopped and glanced down at his cuffs.
There was an extra crack there.
Not big.
very clear.
That wasn't something a monkey could hit with a stick.
It was a scene with 100,000 people that was forcibly broken open.
He remained silent for two breaths before his gaze finally returned to Chen Fan.
His gaze was even colder than before.
It was as if Chen Fan had been truly put on the blacklist for the first time.
Chen Fan didn't back down; instead, he stepped forward to the platform and went straight to check the returns.
Sure enough, the table had been refreshed.
"The reinforcement of the Huaguo Mountain base is complete."
"Partial continuation permission enhancement".
"From once, to three times."
Chen Fan paused, his breath catching in his throat.
three times!
What they lacked most before was the limited number of opportunities to continue the story.
Many games can be dismantled, but once dismantled, they can't be rejoined.
It's different now.
Changing it three times in one go means they can subsequently modify three separate parts of the plot.
This is not a small profit.
This essentially raised the operating space of the entire Flower and Fruit Mountain by an extra layer.
Pigsy saw it too, and his eyes lit up.
"three times?"
"Old Chen, you've made a killing this time!"
The white dragon horse whispered, "The manuscript cleaner came for nothing, and even brought upgrade materials."
The Bull Demon King was even more direct, carrying his axe as he walked forward.
"Didn't he want to delete people?"
"Let's take advantage of his illness and swindle him!"
Their momentum instantly surged.
The moment the person cleaning up the manuscript took half a step back, everyone's courage swelled.
But Chen Fan didn't rush.
He stared at the sky, and suddenly his eyelid twitched.
wrong.
It's too quiet.
Someone of the level of a drafter wouldn't just let things slide by suffering a loss.
really.
The next instant, at the very top of Flower Fruit Mountain, the previously blurry outer text area suddenly cracked open.
It wasn't someone who typed it.
It was as if someone had turned a page directly from a higher position.
A huge page of text slowly pressed down.
There is only one line of red text above.
The characters are straight and hard, like nails driven in.
"Forced rollback request submitted."
All the laughter on the mountaintop stopped instantly.
Sun Wukong looked up, his eyes instantly filled with murderous intent.
"Rollback?"
Zhu Bajie swallowed hard, and the smile on his face vanished.
"If this thing gets approved, will we have to give back everything we just produced?"
Chen Fan stared intently at the line of red text.
Worse still, behind the red text, another name is slowly emerging.
Not the one who cleaned up the manuscript.
It is another submitter.
The writing had barely begun to appear when the base of the writing platform already sounded an alarm.
"Application source...outer editing area..."
"Permission level... higher than the cleanup writer..."
The editor stood still, finally raised his head, and for the first time, his lips twitched.
It looks like he's laughing.
Chen Fan's heart sank. Just as he was about to take a closer look at the submission, the page in the air suddenly pressed down, and red characters instantly filled half the sky.
And finally, the first character of the name was revealed.
"Supervision".
Chapter 267 Forced Rewind? First, Ask the True Core if It Agrees.
Half the sky is covered in red characters.
The word "supervision" pressed down, making it seem as if a red-hot iron plate had been added to the sky above Huaguo Mountain.
The foundation resonates first.
It's not the same kind of alarm as before.
This time it's even heavier.
The sounds were like someone hammering into the mountainside.
Chen Fan looked up, his eyes narrowing.
On that page, the rest of the text was finally revealed.
"Supervise the outer editing area and request a forced rollback."
The next line is even more ruthless.
"Rewind point: Before Chen Fan took over and patched things up."
Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's face immediately darkened.
"What do you mean?"
Zongwu's voice was dry as he stood to the side.
"It means... to simply erase this current line."
"Return all the rules you added, the refusal line, the continuation of the foundation, and everything we've built up along the way."
"As if nothing happened."
The voice just fell.
Two more supporting statements appeared in the sky.
A golden light.
A beam of light emanates from the Buddha.
Everyone knew who it was without even looking.
really.
The left side reads: "Heavenly Court General Deliberation, Seconded."
The right side reads: Lingshan Presiding Court, seconding the motion.
The Jade Emperor's voice came first, as cold as the back of a knife.
"Since this line is already contaminated, reverting to a cleanup is the safest course of action."
Tathagata then spoke.
"If the erroneous variable cannot be completely removed, then reset it from the source."
"This action is compliant with regulations."
The man who was cleaning up the manuscript stood in mid-air, and with a slight turn of his iron pen, he actually took half a step back.
He stopped using the knife.
He is waiting.
This move will overturn the whole plate for Chen Fan and his group.
The mountaintop fell silent.
Even the wind seemed to be stuck.
The next instant, the main pattern in the center of the continuation base suddenly lit up.
Immediately afterwards, the light began to flash.
a bit.
Two times.
Three times.
Each time the light flashed, the ground of Flower Fruit Mountain would tremble.
The newly connected rule nodes on the mountainside went dark one by one.
The marks on Tang Sanzang's hand holding the brush became messed up first.
The white dragon horse raised its head and neighed, the tracks beneath its feet making a clicking sound.
The Bull Demon King cursed and raised his hand to press down on the stone platform. As soon as his palm touched it, his entire arm went numb from the shock.
"Can it really come back?"
No one responded.
This commotion is no longer just for show.
Chen Fan looked down and saw that the interface mark on the back of his hand was receding.
The black line gradually shrank outwards.
It's like someone is using their finger to forcefully erase what he just wrote.
Wipe away the repair seal.
Erase the right to recognition.
Erase the foothold he built by working so hard in these chapters.
If this one really works...
Let alone today.
All the previous work was for nothing.
Chen Fan felt a sinking feeling in his chest, but his mind was racing.
Force rollback.
This thing is way more ruthless than a cleanup writer.
The person who cleaned up the manuscript was killed.
This person simply overturned the card table.
What's even more disgusting is that it chose the exact point before he took over the repair work.
That's because they came specifically for the first new rule.
They're targeting the very foundation upon which they currently hold their ground.
Sun Wukong slammed his staff into the ground.
"Old Chen, say something!"
"If they really force it to back down, I'll go and tear those bastards out of their positions!"
Chen Fan suddenly raised his hand.
"Don't move."
Sun Wukong was taken aback.
"Still not moving?"
"This is the time when you can't move." Chen Fan stared intently at the center of the base. "It's currently making its decision. Whoever detonates first loses."
He had just finished speaking.
Another line of thin characters appeared above the base.
"Under review..."
"Coverage area verification in progress..."
"In the process of comparing existing rules for conflicts..."
Conflict comparison.
Chen Fan's eyes flashed, as if he had grasped something.
He immediately stepped forward and stood directly in the very center of the platform.
"stop."
The sound wasn't loud.
The base did indeed pause for a moment.
Everyone looked at him.
Even the red lettering in the sky slowed down.
The Buddha's voice fell silent.
"Chen Fan, are you still trying to stall?"
The Jade Emperor sneered.
"What right do you have to obstruct the verification process?"
Chen Fan looked up and started cursing.
"Stop patting yourselves on the back. This isn't the core of your relationship; it's the core of the rules."
"What's the use of your seconding? What matters to real nuclear power plants is the process."
"Want to roll back? Sure. Just complete the process first."
The editor looked at him properly for the first time.
"explain."
Chen Fan pointed to the rollback request in the sky.
"Your point in time is set before I take over to patch things up. That's not a simple rollback; it's overriding the rules that have already been implemented."
"Here's the problem."
"Is the first new rule already in effect, or just a draft awaiting review?"
The people on the mountain were taken aback at first.
Immediately afterward, Zongwu's eyes lit up.
Yes.
This is the Achilles' heel.
Rollbacks aren't done arbitrarily.
If the first rule has already been accepted by the core, it cannot be directly erased, no matter how unhappy it is.
Most repair.
It cannot be deleted.
Chen Fan continued to press down.
"I am requesting the preliminary review of the true nuclear test."
"A forced rollback is not permitted before the review is completed."
The Buddha's voice deepened.
"If items that have already fallen to the ground cause pollution along the entire pipeline, they can be removed along with the pipeline."
"Bullshit!" Chen Fan retorted directly. "You think it's pollution just because you say so? Are you a nuclear power plant or a dog interrogator?"
A collective gasp filled the air below the mountain.
Even the Bull Demon King grinned.
That's really shameless.
The Jade Emperor's face turned ashen.
"Chen Fan, how dare you!"
Chen Fan didn't even look at him.
"True core, verification terms."
"If a rollback covers existing new regulations, the legality and implementation status of the new regulations must first be determined."
"Trial."
The last word, "审" (shen), fell.
Suddenly, a white line lit up on the base, shooting straight into the sky.
next moment.
The entire red text was moved half an inch to the side.
It seems like he's really stepping down.
The pen in the editor's hand paused slightly.
His eyes changed.
This is not procrastination.
This is something stuck in the throat.
New characters quickly appeared in the center of the base.
"Request granted."
"Additional pre-review: Verification of the implementation status of the first new rule."
The Flower and Fruit Mountain erupted in chaos.
The Bull Demon King slapped his thigh.
"It's done!"
The white dragon horse raised its front hooves and exhaled sharply from its nostrils.
Sun Wukong chuckled and slung his golden cudgel over his shoulder.
"Old Chen, your mouth is so sharp, it could really get you into trouble with the King of Hell."
heaven.
The two articles by the Jade Emperor and Buddha, which were in agreement, both paused for a moment.
They never expected that Chen Fan would actually manage to carve out a way out of this dead end.
Chen Fan didn't stop.
Since the core technologies rely heavily on processes, then let's focus on streamlining those processes.
"Tang Sanzang!"
Tang Sanzang had already stepped forward.
Upon hearing this sound, he raised his hand and pressed it against the mark of holding a pen on his chest.
"Disciple is here."
"You're offering your feedback from the writer's perspective. Make it clear that the first rule has already been incorporated into the draft and cannot be deleted."
Tang Sanzang nodded without uttering a single unnecessary word.
He stepped onto the stone platform, his monk's robe billowing in the wind.
Then put your hands together and speak directly.
"The writer submits an objection."
"The first new rule is recognized by the true core, executed by the rewriting base station, and witnessed by multiple nodes."
"This page is now part of the main text and is not a blank page."
"If it is forcibly deleted, the writing chain will be broken."
"After the chain was broken, there was no basis for any subsequent information on this line."
These words were spoken.
The nodes next to the base station immediately lit up by 30%.
Clearly, the opinion of the person writing the document was taken into account.
Chen Fan immediately turned his head.
"Zongwu!"
Zongwu's lips were dry, but he still forced himself to rush forward.
"I'll do it."
He raised his hand and slapped his own question-asking privilege onto the base station.
"Objection from the questioning side."
"If the rollback overrides the first rule, please clearly state which rule was violated, what harm was caused, and who will be held responsible."
"If you can't answer, you can't delete it."
"Furthermore, if conflicts arise with previous drafts after the archive is reverted, will the applicant be held responsible?"
"Please provide a positive response from the core team."
This barrage of questions came crashing down on us.
The red lettering in the sky became disordered for the first time.
It's not a flash.
It's chaotic.
It's like someone is rushing to turn the page behind you.
The Bull Demon King stared wide-eyed.
"That jinx really came in handy today."
Chen Fan looked at Sun Wukong one last time.
"monkey."
Sun Wukong grinned and stepped forward.
"Is it my turn?"
"Yes. You directly state your position from the perspective of refusing to perform."
Sun Wukong swung his golden cudgel and slammed the head of the cudgel into the ground.
The entire mountain trembled.
"I have submitted my refusal to perform."
"I drew this line myself."
"Whoever wants to go back, let me wear that headband again and become your monkey show again."
"I'm not going to act."
"Whoever approves, I'll smash their things too."
The last sentence fell.
The line on his head that had just been cut off by the writer who had rejected the role suddenly lit up.
More than just bright.
It also split into three beams of light, which directly connected to Tang Sanzang, Zongwu, and Chen Fan.
Three lines and one buckle.
The base stabilized instantly.
The patterns that had been flashing wildly just moments before lit up again, one by one.
The ebb tide, which was almost gone at the mountainside, has started to rise again.
Chen Fan felt relieved upon seeing this scene.
It became.
He alone is not enough.
It can have three cores connected in one go, so the true cores can't pretend to be blind.
In the heavens, the Buddha's voice carried a sense of oppression for the first time.
"Refusal to perform does not constitute grounds for adjudication."
Sun Wukong looked up and started cursing.
"My Korean composition."
The Jade Emperor also spoke.
"True cores should not be swayed by inferior sentiments."
Chen Fan sneered.
"Stop pretending. Does your agreement not constitute coercion?"
"What, are your words like imperial edicts, but ours are just emotions?"
The person who was cleaning up the manuscript remained silent.
Only then did he slowly raise the iron pen and point it at the true core light.
"Please make a decision."
Clearly, he didn't want to delay any longer.
Either delete it.
You must recognize it.
The sky was deathly silent.
Everyone stared at the white light in the center.
Take a breath.
Two breaths.
Ten breaths.
Time seemed to be frozen in place.
On and off Huaguo Mountain, even breathing was difficult.
suddenly.
A burst of white light shot outwards.
Immediately afterwards, a line of large characters appeared across the entire sky.
"The ruling is passed."
"The first new rule has been implemented."
"Rules that have already been implemented cannot be deleted by rolling back."
"It can be revised, but cannot be reversed."
The last eight words were spoken.
Huaguo Mountain is directly deep-fried.
The Bull Demon King smashed the stone railing beside him with a punch and burst into laughter.
The white dragon horse hopped twice on the spot.
Tang Sanzang let out a long breath, his shoulders relaxing.
Zong Wu's legs went weak, and he almost sat down on the ground, still muttering to himself.
"It's over, it's really over..."
Sun Wukong was even more straightforward.
He swung his golden cudgel and pointed it towards the sky.
"Did you hear that!"
"Can't delete it!"
"After all your fuss, you still have to admit it!"
The two beams of light from the sky that had seconded the petition dimmed slightly on the spot.
The Jade Emperor remained silent.
I've lost a lot of face.
The Buddha's light also faded.
Clearly, they wanted to use the reload to flip the table in this round, but instead of flipping the table, they solidified Chen Fan's first rule.
Chen Fan looked up and grinned at the red lettering.
"Playing the process?"
Come on.
"I'm the best at strangling you."
The editor stared at him for a moment, then slowly put down his pen.
This time, he really couldn't move.
According to the ruling, Rule 1 was upheld.
Their killing move has failed.
Just as everyone in Huaguo Mountain was about to breathe a sigh of relief.
The red page from the outer editing area suddenly stopped dispersing.
Instead, it moved forward another inch.
A new line of text popped up above.
"Supervision opinion: The ruling is accepted."
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.
accept?
wrong.
These guys can't possibly be that happy.
really.
The next line of text followed immediately.
"Since it cannot be rolled back or deleted."
"Then we'll add a second set of rules."
"To exert superior control over the existing first rule."
The laughter abruptly stopped on Flower Fruit Mountain.
The smile on Sun Wukong's face gradually faded.
Chen Fan looked up at the line of red text, his back tensing up little by little.
And at the very bottom of that red page.
The new submission box has expanded automatically.
The first stroke of blood-red writing is falling inward.
Only four characters were written.
"Limit on refusal to perform".
Chapter 268, the second set of rules: to write freedom as a crime.
After those four bloody words fell, half the sky fell silent.
Limit on refusing to perform.
Many demon soldiers on Flower Fruit Mountain didn't react at first, and the next moment, their scalps tingled.
"Limit?"
"What the hell does this mean?"
"Does refusing once mean I have to wait in line again?"
The red pages above continued to turn.
The second line of text was pressed down directly.
"The second draft of the old system's rules is now ready for submission."
"Anyone who alters the character's role without authorization is considered to be polluting the narrative."
The moment the words were uttered, it felt as if the mountain had been struck by a stick.
The Bull Demon King cursed the loudest: "What utter nonsense! What do you mean by 'location'? Who assigned this location to me, Old Bull?"
Nezha stood on the edge of the cliff, slammed his Fire-Tipped Spear into the ground, and a crack appeared in the ground.
"This is to nail the living person back into the memorial tablet."
Tang Sanzang looked up at the words and his face darkened.
He knew all too well how severe the consequences would be once this rule was implemented.
The White Dragon Horse is no longer just a horse.
Sun Wukong can no longer refuse to perform.
Even Tang Sanzang could not change his faith.
All the acts of deregistering Huaguo Mountain along the way have become evidence of their crimes.
It's not the kind of situation that can be overcome with just one battle.
This is a death sentence from the root.
Sun Wukong swung his golden cudgel, pointing it directly at the sky.
"Come on, get down."
"Come on, say it to my face. Which of my lines wasn't earned by myself?"
There was no reply from heaven.
Only that red page is still being written on.
It's like a hand holding a pen, slowly and methodically adding more cuts.
"Those who pollute, clean up along the lines."
"Supporting role, also subject to recycling."
"In severe cases, the right to refuse to perform will be revoked."
Even Zongwu cursed as the last line fell.
This is no longer just Chen Fan coming alone.
This is about stuffing the entire Flower and Fruit Mountain back into the old manuscript.
Chen Fan raised his hand and pressed down.
"Quiet down, everyone."
His voice wasn't loud.
The mountain immediately fell silent.
Everyone looked at him.
Chen Fan stared at the submission box in the sky, his eyes gradually turning cold.
He got it.
The other side wasn't trying to test us.
The opposing team is vying for the top spot under the second rule.
The first rule is to refuse to perform.
The second rule must supersede the first one.
Once the notion that "unauthorized alteration of role positioning equals pollution" becomes a reality, refusing to act becomes a tool for committing crimes.
Your deviation from the original script is a form of pollution.
You changed the route yourself; that's pollution.
If you refuse to return to your original position, you will remain polluted.
Freedom is no longer freedom.
Freedom will be written as a sin.
Chen Fan grinned, but there was no real smile in his eyes.
"That's really vicious."
Sun Wukong turned his head to look at him.
"Old Chen, can we rob it?"
"able."
Chen Fan answered quickly.
"And we have to be faster than them."
Everyone was taken aback.
Tang Sanzang reacted first and took a step forward.
"The rules window is open."
"Whoever submits their draft first gets to claim the interpretive role."
Chen Fan nodded.
"right."
"What they're showing now is a draft, not the final version."
"Before the true core is officially confirmed, anyone has a chance to claim the second definition."
The Bull Demon King slapped his thigh.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's write!"
"Write it big, and beat them to a pulp."
"no."
Tang Sanzang interrupted him directly.
Everyone looked at him.
Tang Sanzang raised his hand and pointed to the red page that was still being turned.
"We can't compete with them on grand narratives."
"They're best at this."
"If you talk to him about natural law, order, or the framework of all living beings, you're just asking for a beating."
"We'll write the appendix to the case file."
Nezha's eyes lit up.
"You mean, forget about freedom of role, and talk about responsibility for wrongful convictions first?"
"right."
Tang Sanzang speaks very quickly.
"The biggest flaw in the old draft was not that it was too harsh."
"No one will take responsibility if it's a typo."
"Who decides the roles, who reviews the roles, who changes the roles, and who is responsible for any errors in the casting?"
"Once this responsibility is firmly established, their definition of pollution will become untenable."
Chen Fan looked at him, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.
The monk pried open the hole.
I won't argue with you about the future.
Let me ask you something first: if you write it wrong, whose fault is it?
If you're going to say that the character is himself, that's absurd.
You portrayed someone as a prisoner, and then blamed them for not standing properly?
You suppressed the monkey for five hundred years, and now you blame the monkey for not being worthy of rebellion?
Zongwu suddenly took a step forward, flicked his cloak, looked up at the red page in the sky, and spoke.
He didn't seem to be speaking.
It's like interrogating someone.
"The first sentence."
"Who can define positioning?"
As soon as the sound was made, the base of the writing platform shook violently.
The red page in the sky paused for a moment.
Zong Wu didn't stop; he immediately followed with the second sentence.
"The second sentence."
"Who can define freedom as pollution?"
The base shook again.
This time, even the halo around the outer edge of the true core trembled.
The demon soldiers on the mountain were completely dumbfounded.
Is that even a valid question?
Zong Wu raised his hand, and the third sentence was even more ruthless than the first two.
"The third sentence."
Who will take responsibility for the misformatting?
boom!
As soon as the sound fell, the entire Flower and Fruit Mountain resounded.
It wasn't an explosion.
It is used to determine the echo.
It was as if something deep within had been jolted awake by these three questions.
The interface mark on the back of Chen Fan's hand suddenly became hot.
A new clue immediately caught his eye.
"A new decision channel based on the second rule has been detected."
"Possible submission areas: responsibility for error formatting."
"Prioritized and evaluated."
"I suggest starting the draft immediately."
Chen Fan let out a breath and almost burst out laughing.
It became.
Zongwu's three questions truly led to the solution.
The Bull Demon King laughed first, his voice like thunder.
"good!"
"Ask them until they're exhausted."
"They're always telling others what to do, but when it comes to themselves, they pretend to be mute."
The red page in the sky seemed to be stung, and the writing suddenly sped up.
"Role positioning will be determined by the old system."
"Narrative purity is determined by the peer review team."
"Extraordinarily free, lacking legitimacy."
Each line carries a sense of oppression, like stones being smashed down.
After reading it, Sun Wukong laughed so hard his teeth showed.
"I understand."
"What they mean is, whatever they say goes."
Nezha scoffed.
"The peer review process made the decision. They really cut it cleanly."
The entire Huaguo Mountain was filled with curses.
Scolding won't help.
In the bottom right corner of the red page, the submission progress is moving forward.
Two percent.
%.
They really wanted to be the first to implement this rule.
Chen Fan turned and left.
"Open the stage."
As soon as the three words were spoken, everyone immediately sprang into action.
The surrounding symbol lines of the continued base light up simultaneously.
The white dragon horse transformed back into human form and raised its hand to move the side wheel.
The Bull Demon King personally pressed the cracked inkstone back into its original position.
Nezha thrust his spear into the side of the platform, suppressing the waves for the platform.
Sun Wukong stood at the front, his golden cudgel held horizontally.
"Anyone who wants to cut a manuscript has to get past my stick first."
Tang Sanzang had already opened the case file.
It is not scripture.
It's an old record that they've revised along the way.
The Eagle's Sorrow Stream has been removed from the book.
The Gao Lao Zhuang family refused to perform.
Chechi Kingdom changed its letter.
The order of Flaming Mountain has changed.
Each page is a work of rewriting, correcting mistakes in the old drafts by hand.
"Chen Fan".
Tang Sanzang slammed the case file onto the stage.
"Don't write empty words."
That's all for now.
"The old system was flawed, and those responsible tried to salvage the situation. Reviewers were not held accountable, which led to arbitrary rulings. For any case that was flawed, the responsibilities of the submission, review, and execution levels should be traced back."
Chen Fan picked up the pen, his hand steady.
"it is good."
Zongwu stood to his left, his voice deep.
"One more thing."
"Characters are not responsible for incorrect character portrayals."
Chen Fan paused for a moment, then wrote it down.
Nezha approached.
"One more cut."
"If the old system tries to save itself by suppressing others through its own positioning, it is considered a second mis-engineering."
The Bull Demon King laughed heartily.
"That's ruthless. Old Niu likes it."
The white dragon horse also spoke.
"If a subordinate role is implicated due to a misjudgment by the main rules, the responsibility will fall on the scheduling layer."
Chen Fan wrote at a speed that was as fast as if he were chopping someone up.
The words were smashed down line by line.
There wasn't a single fancy trick.
It's all cases, all responsibilities, all backstabbing.
You're saying I'm polluting?
Row.
Let's settle the bill you wrote down incorrectly first.
You're saying I changed the character without permission?
Row.
First, admit that you misrepresented the character.
You say freedom is illegitimate?
Row.
First, let me answer this: who gave you that right?
As Chen Fan put pen to paper, the base continued to operate wildly.
Strands of ink shot skyward.
Another dark blue page of manuscript forcefully protruded from the opposite side of the red page.
"The second set of supplementary rules proposals is being submitted."
Direction: Responsibility for incorrect formatting.
"Proposal 1: Roles should not bear responsibility for existing errors in editing."
"Proposal 2: Any ruling that suppresses self-help should be subject to accountability for the reviewing level."
"Proposal 3: The recall of subordinate roles shall be regarded as an expansion of the misrepresentation."
Each time a line appeared, cheers erupted from Flower Fruit Mountain.
The red-page side was clearly in a hurry.
The handwriting started to become messy.
"objection."
"This proposal deviates from the main narrative order."
"Request deletion/modification".
Tang Sanzang sneered.
"They're here."
"They were scared."
Zong Wu looked up, his eyes like knives.
"Deviated?"
"You go first, who decided on the main narrative?"
The sky above seemed to sink for a moment.
The voice of eukaryotes has finally been heard.
No emotions.
"A second rule bidirectional submission was detected."
"Proposal for the old system: Purity of role positioning."
"Huaguo Mountain Proposal: Misplaced Responsibility"
"Entering parallel review."
Parallel review.
Upon hearing these four words, everyone on Flower Fruit Mountain breathed a sigh of relief.
They didn't let the other side kill them.
They caught it.
Moreover, it was a direct confrontation.
Sun Wukong grinned and turned to look at Chen Fan.
"Old Chen."
"Was that slap loud or not?"
Chen Fan didn't laugh.
He stared at the dark blue manuscript page, his pen still in his hand.
"not enough."
"Still a bit short."
Tang Sanzang frowned.
"What's missing?"
Chen Fan raised his pen and tapped the review area that had just surfaced in the sky above.
"The fact that they are conducting parallel reviews shows that they can still manipulate things."
"Our proposal has only just been submitted."
"We haven't won yet."
The voice just fell.
The red page in the sky suddenly shrank.
The next moment, a new annotation was pasted directly at the very bottom of the red page.
The characters are very thin.
It was even colder than when the letter of supervision was submitted.
"The deletion suggestion has been accepted."
The Bull Demon King's expression changed.
"Has it been accepted?"
Nezha flicked the tip of his spear.
Who handled this case?
No one answered.
Only the foundation continues to resonate.
It's not a normal low hum.
It's that kind of piercing sound, like it's stuck, blocked, and still spinning hard.
Chen Fan lowered his head.
At the very bottom of the case file, the fragment of the original manuscript that hadn't been completely cleaned up in the previous chapters suddenly moved on its own.
It was always at the very bottom.
It's like a piece of dead paper.
Now its corners are rolled up, and the words are slowly seeping into the paper.
It's not in red.
It's not in black and white.
It is an old, grayish character.
Each stroke climbs outwards.
Sun Wukong saw it first, and his smile immediately vanished.
"Old Chen."
"That thing is here again."
Everyone lowered their heads at the same time.
Chen Fan picked up the fragments.
The words above are arranged in a single line.
There is only one sentence.
"If you dare to write it, I dare to delete it."
Rule 269, Part 2: The person who first determines the arrangement is responsible.
The gray paper was still in Chen Fan's hands.
The sentence on the paper, "If you dare to write it, I dare to delete it," was like a knife lying across the paper.
Sun Wukong raised his staff, ready to smash it.
Chen Fan grabbed him and pressed him down.
"Don't touch it."
"What this thing wants most right now is for us to fall into chaos."
Tang Sanzang took a step forward, the hem of his cassock rolled up. He stared at the tattered piece of paper, his eyes cold.
"The first rule has already stopped them from deleting people."
"Secondly, we cannot only focus on defense."
"It's time to bite back."
Chen Fan nodded.
These words struck a chord with him.
We can't hold out for long.
Above those people are supervisors, reviewers, and countless other layers of management. If you plug one loophole, they'll just find another excuse to suppress it.
Then don't waste time with them.
He stabbed the knife back in.
The red page in the sky hadn't faded yet, and a new submission box hung in mid-air. The four words "Refusal to Perform Quota" were stuck there, like a half-fallen guillotine.
The cleaner stood motionless to the side, holding a long knife.
The reviewer's face was even more sinister.
He'd already written most of his "narrative pollution theory," the words still floating in the air. It was densely packed, all about labeling Huaguo Mountain (a fictional mountain in Chinese mythology).
The author, standing on high, held a black-covered scroll in his hands, and the fake smile on his lips disappeared.
They are all waiting.
Wait until Chen Fan makes a mistake.
Chen Fan looked up and spoke directly.
"Eukaryote".
"Open the second revision portal."
The sound, without any undulation, fell from the sky.
Reasons for application.
Chen Fan didn't utter a single unnecessary word.
"The old system did not just arrange the results."
"It began hunting down those who had been eliminated."
"If you only lock the result and not the editor, the rules will be flawed."
The sound paused for a moment.
It's like an inspection.
Tang Sanzang suddenly continued.
"This humble monk adds."
"If someone forces another person's path, their life or death, their stance, and then refuses to take responsibility, then the rules are a joke."
"Since it's been decided, it should be honored."
As soon as he said that, the entire Flower Fruit Mountain fell silent.
The Bull Demon King was the first to react, and slapped his thigh hard.
"right!"
"He wrote about Lao Tzu's rebellion, then claimed it was from a draft—what kind of nonsense is that!"
Red Boy, carrying his Fire-Tipped Spear, grinned broadly.
"They write about others dying while they hide behind the scenes and reap the benefits; those bastards are the best at it."
The white dragon horse exhaled through its nostrils and pawed at the ground three times with its hooves.
Write. Write like there's no tomorrow.
In mid-air, the submission box finally jolted.
"The drafting of a second rule is permitted."
"Limited to sixteen characters or less."
The reviewer's expression immediately changed.
"Sixteen characters?"
He suddenly looked up, his voice shrill.
"Truecore, you're giving them this permission?"
The person who was cleaning up the manuscript also tilted their head slightly for the first time.
Clearly, this opening was made too quickly.
Chen Fan felt relieved.
This marked the first step.
The fewer the words, the more ruthless.
If it's too long, give them room to explain.
It's only when it's short that it resembles a guillotine.
Chen Fan looked at Tang Sanzang.
"Come."
"You say one sentence, I say one sentence."
Tang Sanzang nodded and said in a low voice, "Anyone who forcibly arranges the fate of others—"
Chen Fan immediately added, "They will have to bear the consequences of the arrangement."
The two sentences come together.
no more, no less.
Just right.
Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, then grinned.
"it is good."
"That's a crisp sentence."
After hearing this, the Bull Demon King was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.
"This is more than just blocking a knife."
"This is cutting off the hand by going up the handle of the knife."
The reviewers turned pale.
He abruptly raised his pen and shouted sternly, "Not in compliance with regulations!"
"Destiny cannot be quantified, consequences cannot be predetermined, and the object of the rule is unclear; this rule cannot be passed!"
Chen Fan turned to look at him and immediately started cursing.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"When you're condemning someone to a dead end, why don't you say the target is unclear?"
"Your pollution theory is going to portray everyone on Huaguo Mountain as problematic."
"Now that it's your turn to admit fault, you're starting to talk about the rules?"
The onlookers erupted in uproar.
"yes!"
"He makes it sound nice, but he just wants to delete people!"
"They took full responsibility when writing it, but pretended to be ignorant when it came to holding people accountable?"
The reviewer's forehead veins were bulging.
"I was just trying to maintain the stability of the main storyline!"
"It's a deviation correction!"
Sun Wukong took a step forward, holding his golden cudgel, and the head of the cudgel directly touched his forehead.
"I, Old Sun, understand."
"You call it 'correction' when you criticize or slander others."
"If someone else is pursuing you, that's not in accordance with regulations."
"Your mouth is even thicker than that bald Buddha's head."
The audience burst into laughter.
The image of the Buddha hung in the distance, and although he had remained silent until now, his expression turned somber.
The Jade Emperor stood at the other end, his hand resting on his desk, his eyelids twitching a few times.
They all understood.
Once this second rule is passed, the ones being chased will no longer be the errand runners.
They'll be the first to get hurt.
Tang Sanzang raised his hand, and a golden ray flew out from his fingertip, writing the sixteen characters in mid-air.
"Anyone who forcibly arranges the fate of others shall bear the consequences of such arrangement."
The characters are small.
But each word fell like an iron nail hammering into a stone slab.
The entire foundation of the continuation project suddenly trembled.
"Submission complete".
"The true core is being verified."
At that moment, everyone stared at the top.
Chen Fan's palms were sweating.
The first rule is valid because blocking and deleting someone counts as defense.
This second point is aimed directly at the editor's forehead.
Even more ferocious.
Harder.
It also makes it easier for the old system to desperately block it.
really.
Deep within the red pages, a few lines of text were quickly scribbled out.
"Objection: The consequences cannot be traced back to the person who executed the outer draft."
"Objection: The arrangement is merely a paraphrase and should not be held solely responsible."
"Objection: The character deviated from the established path and should bear the primary responsibility for it."
Three objections came very quickly.
It's obvious that it was prepared in advance.
The legitimate writer immediately stepped forward and bowed to the true core.
"We are simply following the outer draft."
"The arrangement was not my intention."
"If we're really going to hold someone accountable, we should go back to the source."
"How can the executor bear full responsibility?"
Upon hearing this, many people in the old system felt as if they had grasped a lifeline.
"Yes, follow up on the draft!"
"We're just following the rules!"
"Blame the original design of the outer layer!"
Chen Fan wanted to laugh when he heard this.
These people are still trying to shift the blame even now.
He raised his hand and pointed to the sky full of red characters.
"Eukaryotes, I request annotation comparison."
"Check their records of proactive modifications over the past thirty chapters."
The sky brightened.
The next moment, rows of black characters burst out.
Reviewer's note: This increases the risk of unregistered individuals leaving the database, so that they can be removed from the database in a unified manner.
Legal continuation of the script requires the following comment: Those who refuse to perform must be designated as sources of pollution and their processing priority increased.
Drafting notes: You may first cut the rejection line, and then add or delete the main text.
There are also traces of authorization left by Buddha and the Jade Emperor.
The Buddhist community responded: Correction under the guise of persuasion is permitted.
The Heavenly Court's reply: A temporary forced rollback may be carried out if necessary.
The words were hung up one by one.
Nobody can shirk their responsibility.
Huaguo Mountain was initially eerily quiet.
The next second, the whole mountain exploded.
"Damn it, they really did it themselves!"
"Pretending to relay information!"
"This is called following the rules? This is called killing us!"
The Bull Demon King's eyes turned red, and he pointed at the sky and cursed.
"Buddha, Jade Emperor, you two old fools still want to pretend to be innocent?"
"The approval documents are practically plastered on their foreheads!"
Red Boy laughed so hard he almost fell over.
"Who just said they were just running errands?"
"They're quite the drama queen when it comes to running errands."
The reviewer's face turned pale and then red.
He wanted to speak again.
The eukaryotes have already fallen silent.
Objection rejected.
"The reason is valid."
"Anyone who forcibly arranges the fate of others shall bear the consequences of such arrangement."
"Rule number two, passed."
boom!
The entire sky looked as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer.
Those sixteen characters instantly magnified, filling half the sky.
The red page immediately tore in three places.
The long knife in the cleaner's hand trembled slightly, and a ring of black lines appeared on the back of the blade.
A gray badge suddenly lit up on the reviewer's chest.
Like a brand.
There are only two words on it.
"Primary responsibility."
A legal continuation of the story resulted in a marker appearing above the character's head.
"Follow the responsibility."
Four large, dark gold characters slowly emerged on the golden body of the Buddha.
"Authorization and joint responsibility."
The Jade Emperor went even further, directly pressing down a line of black characters above his desk.
"Tacit acceptance of shared responsibility."
Everyone at Huaguo Mountain was stunned.
Immediately following, laughter nearly shook the mountaintop.
"It's really up there!"
"Hahaha, he really does have words on his forehead!"
"Buddha's face turned green!"
Sun Wukong laughed so hard his shoulders shook, and his golden cudgel pounded the ground with a loud thud.
"Great, excellent!"
"In all my years of life, this is the first time I've ever seen Buddha with a criminal label on his forehead."
Chen Fan couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
That felt so good.
This time, it wasn't just being deleted.
Now it's their turn to take the blame.
The Buddha looked down at the mark on his chest, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
Golden light surged, trying to suppress the words.
Useless.
Those four characters seemed to be nailed in, becoming brighter the more they were pressed in.
The Jade Emperor was even more decisive, immediately making a hand seal to erase the line of black characters on his desk.
As soon as the imperial desk was lit, the true essence of the matter was revealed in a single sentence.
"The rules have been set."
"Those who make unauthorized alterations will be held more severely punished."
The Jade Emperor's hand froze, abruptly stopping.
His face looked ashen, like he'd swallowed a piece of iron.
Reviewers are the worst off.
His recently submitted "narrative pollution theory" is still hanging next to it.
Now that the second clause has taken effect, the entire manuscript suddenly burst into flames.
It's not fire.
It's the character "灰" (gray) rolled up.
Lines of annotations were frantically typed on it.
"This article, under the guise of a holistic narrative, forcibly presupposes the group's destination."
"This constitutes an act of arrangement."
"The submitter is primarily responsible."
next moment.
Snapped!
The entire "narrative pollution theory" was directly sent back to the reviewers.
The page was crumpled into a ball and slapped hard across his face.
The sound was very crisp.
Everyone in the audience heard it.
The reviewer stumbled back three steps, his nose bent half an inch from the impact.
He covered his face, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
"How is that possible..."
"This argument is clearly a compliance template..."
Chen Fan walked over, stood in front of him, and looked down at him.
"template?"
"You used a template to sentence someone to death."
"Now the template will slap you in the face."
"Was it good?"
The reviewer's throat bobbed a few times, but he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.
Those who were implementing the old system around them originally wanted to join in the argument.
They're all wilted now.
No one expected that after the second point was made, even the "theory" itself could be considered a forced fabrication.
This is not simply a matter of plugging loopholes.
This is like smashing their rice bowls.
The desire to continue writing legally persisted, and he gritted his teeth and spoke up.
"Eukaryotes only recognize the surface layer."
"The real arrangement comes from the outer draft."
"If the outer layer is to be written like this, what can we do?"
This time, before Chen Fan could speak...
The true kernel spoke first.
"The rules only apply to the player who is playing."
"Whoever puts the pen to paper, bears the responsibility."
"Whoever authorizes it shall bear joint responsibility."
"Outer draft, no liability disclaimer."
Each sentence was harsher than the last.
Each sentence was harsher than the last.
The act of writing the legal continuation made me sway and almost lose my balance.
He finally understood.
You can't shake them off.
Eukaryotes don't give them a chance to shift the blame.
Once you put your hand in, you have to admit it.
This strike has sealed the deal.
Chen Fan finally felt a sense of relief.
It became.
The second point has been completely achieved.
He turned to look at the people from Flower Fruit Mountain.
The draft of the criminal record that had previously weighed on them was now crumbling into pieces.
The red mark on the Bull Demon King's shoulder, which had been marked as "inciting chaos," first faded and then disappeared.
The inscription "Malignant Continued Combustion" next to Red Boy's neck cracked into ashes with a snap.
The four characters "Disordered Carrier" on the back of the white dragon horse turned directly into a wisp of smoke.
The most obvious example is Sun Wukong.
The several lines of risk of refusing to perform that were originally wrapped around his head now seemed to have been torn off one after another.
Everyone on Flower Fruit Mountain was stunned for a moment.
Immediately, someone raised their hand to touch their forehead.
"That's it?"
"My criminal record... is really gone!"
"My group is scattered too!"
"Hahaha, it's over, it's all over!"
People were crying, laughing, and cursing—they all came out at once.
Many of those who had withdrawn from their registrations sat down on the ground on the spot, as if they had thrown away a stone that had been pressing down on them for a long time.
The Bull Demon King wiped his face, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Chen Fan, and his voice was hoarse.
"Old Chen."
"This time, I've really cut the rope off my brothers' necks."
Sun Wukong remained silent.
He simply reached out and patted Chen Fan's shoulder heavily.
Each one is heavier than the last.
It wasn't until the third pat that the monkey finally grinned.
"You..."
"You're really good at writing."
Chen Fan was about to reply to him.
suddenly.
The entire continuation base trembled again.
This time, it's not the red page.
It's not gray paper either.
But it's in a place much farther away.
Deep within the outer text area, a darker shadow, thicker than before, slowly unfolded.
Like a door.
It's like a giant book whose page hasn't been turned yet.
Everyone looked up at the same time.
Even Buddha and the Jade Emperor forgot about the responsibilities marked on their heads and looked over together.
next moment.
A voice colder than a true core came from the shadowy figure.
"Rule No. 2 has been filed."
"Approval granted for the author's representative to act on their behalf."