Taking Path Of Chaos

The sky was fractured apart and torn clouds glowing with darkness squeezed out through the gap. Massive floating landmasses drift aimlessly that were split from the main plateau. Rivers of crimson colour leak from the sky and fall upward, vanishing into nothingness as swallowed by the approaching chaos. Divine weapons consisting of spears, swords, halberds were embedded everywhere, humming faintly with residual authority struck to corpses scattered all over the place among which a man stared at destruction with a blank expression. “ARGHHHH! "This wasn’t in the script, god damn it!” she roared, clutching her hair hard enough it looked like she might tear it out. “Script?” the man echoed, confused. “What script?” “The script of the novel I read before dying." “….” A row of invisible question marks practically floated over the man’s face as he stared at the woman’s ragged, half-manic figure. “Wait,” he said slowly, realization dawning. “You mean this… this is part of a novel?” “Exactly.” He swallowed and pointed hesitantly.“Then that guy who is lying over there with a sword in his ass." "Is he also one of you...A reader?” The woman turned her head. Not far away, a man lay upside down, body twitching and twerking shadily, the sword lodged at an angle no sane anatomy should allow. “Oh, him?” she said casually. “He is the developer of the game." “…Developer?Didn't you say that is a novel world?” Before he could process that, another shrill scream ripped through the air. Both of them turned sharply. A man was pinned to the ground several meters away, a spear driven clean through his right eye and buried deep into the earth beneath him. His body twitched once as tried grab the spear. "Comrade,can you help The man beside her sighed.“Let me guess...he is a player ?” “Nah,” she replied. “Hacker.” “Hacker…” He ran a hand down his face. “Damn it. How many more people are there with golden fingers?” “I remember a regressor,” she muttered. “As for the other one… I don’t remember.” Her gaze shifted. The purple-haired man stood a short distance away, completely unharmed and clothes unscathed. His expression was quite relaxed as if this entire scene had nothing to do with him. “Leave that aside,” she said, eyes narrowing. “Let’s talk about you.” The man beside her nodded vigorously. “Yeah. How the hell can you toy with them so easily while we’re beaten to shit?” He stared at the purple-haired man. “What’s your golden finger?” The purple-haired man froze. Then— He burst out laughing. “Golden finger?” He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. “Pfftt…” He laughed harder, shoulders shaking. “Golden finger, you say?” He shook his head. “Sorry to disappoint you.” He looked at them, grin widening. “Unlike you all, what I received wasn’t any golden finger.” He paused a bit and then mumbled. “…It was a big, shiny golden middle finger but it's okay." "I broke it off drilled into the person responsible for all this." An absolute, soul-crushing silence followed. Then— “WHAAT THE HEEELLLLL DID YOU JUST SAY?!” And she wasn't alone who screamed.