Please Stop Spreading Rumors About Me — They Keep Coming True

She was waiting in my path the next morning, and the first thing I noticed was that the crowd parted around her without being asked.

That doesn’t happen. Crowds don’t part for sponsors, or even for most famous names — they swarm. But this woman walked through the packed competitors’ quarter in a clear, quiet circle of space, as if some instinct older than thought told every person near her to step back, and she let them, the way you let water flow around a stone you have no intention of moving for.

She was beautiful in the way a drawn blade is beautiful — elegant, deliberate, and clearly capable of ending you. Dark robes cut with the precision of someone who chooses everything on purpose. And on her collar, small and silver, the symbol I had learned to dread: a quill, struck through with a single line.

The Empire of a Thousand Verses.

”Lin Bo,” she said, and her voice was low and warm and absolutely without warmth, like a fire painted on a cold wall. ”We haven’t met. I’ve been looking forward to it. My name is Xue Ningzhi.” A small, exact smile. ”I write things for the Empire. Stories, mostly. The kind people believe.”

Beside me, I felt Yun Shu go rigid — the specific rigidity I’d learned meant ’this one is genuinely dangerous’. And on my other side, Ji Lan, who I’d never once seen intimidated by anyone, went very still and very careful, the way a master swordsman goes still when a greater one enters the room.

”You know who I am,” Ji Lan said quietly.

”Of course,” said Xue Ningzhi, not unkindly. ”You’re the finest free craftsman of your generation, Ji Lan. Thirty years of beautiful, independent work.” She let the word ’independent’ sit there a half-second too long, a needle slid in gently. ”We’ve extended you an invitation to the Empire four times. You’ve declined four times. I admire the consistency. It must be exhausting, building legends one at a time, by hand, when some of us simply—” she made a small gesture, and I’ll never forget what happened next.

She gestured, idly, at a cluster of competitors twenty feet away — strangers, nobodies, low-ranked fighters chatting among themselves — and murmured something under her breath, three or four words I didn’t catch. Gold letters bloomed faintly in the air over those startled strangers, a small new legend taking root in the watching crowd, belief flickering up around them out of nothing. She’d made them famous. A little. Casually. The way you might flick a coin to a beggar, except the coin was renown, the most precious thing in this world, conjured from her own breath because the Empire’s belief flowed through her like water through a sluice.

She’d done in three idle words what had taken me a demon, a Storm-Marshal’s trousers, and the worst month of my life.

”—simply write them,” she finished, watching my face. ”It’s quicker.”

I understood, in that moment, exactly how outclassed I was. Ji Lan shaped belief with thirty years of brilliant craft. I generated it by accident, a leaf in a flood I couldn’t steer. But Xue Ningzhi commanded it. She had the entire ocean of the Empire of a Thousand Verses behind her, ten thousand bards, the whole machinery of the largest belief-engine in the world, and she could point it like a finger and make truth.

”What do you want,” I said, because I’d learned that with dangerous people the kindest thing is to skip ahead.

”Direct. Good.” Xue Ningzhi’s cold smile warmed by exactly one degree. ”I want to understand you, Lin Bo. That’s all, for now. You see, I’ve read every legend ever recorded — it’s my profession — and I have never seen a name rise the way yours has. No backer. No craft. No campaign. Just—” she tilted her head, and her eyes, which had been amused, went suddenly, genuinely cold, the cold of a scholar who has found an equation that doesn’t balance ”—impossible speed. Impossible belief. A man who confesses he’s a fraud and grows mightier for it. That isn’t luck, and it isn’t skill, and I would very much like to know what it is.” The needle again, softer. ”Because something is moving belief around you that I cannot account for. And I account for everything. It’s the whole of my work.”

A ghost in your ledger. The same conclusion Yun Shu had reached. The same conclusion Ji Lan had reached. Now the most dangerous woman at the tournament, with the power of an empire behind her, had reached it too — and unlike the others, she had the means to do something about it.

”There’s no trick,” I said, the truth, useless as always. ”I’m just a clerk things keep happening to.”

”Mm.” She didn’t believe me, of course. But she also, I saw, didn’t ’disbelieve’ me — and that was somehow worse, because a woman like Xue Ningzhi finds an honest mystery far more interesting than a clever lie. ”We’ll see.” She stepped closer, and the cold circle of space moved with her, and she lowered her voice so it was just for me, intimate and quiet and threaded with steel. ”Here is what you should understand, demon-slayer. The First Author watches you from her box, and she watches to decide. Whether you’re a treasure to be claimed, or a flaw to be corrected. You’ve seen what the Empire does to flaws.” The struck-out quill at her collar caught the light. ”I’m the one she’ll send. Either way. To bring you in—” the faintest pause ”—or to take you out. So whatever you are, Lin Bo, you should hope very much that I decide you’re useful before she decides you’re finished. Because right now, you’re a question I haven’t answered. And I do hate an unanswered question.”

She stepped back. The warmth returned to her voice like a curtain dropping over a blade.

”Enjoy your next match,” she said pleasantly. ”I’ll be watching. I’m always watching. It’s the only part of the job I’ve never had to fake.” And she turned and walked away through her quiet circle of parting crowd, and I felt her attention stay on me the whole way out, like a hand resting lightly on the back of my neck.

For a moment none of us spoke.

”That,” said Yun Shu finally, very quietly, ”is the most dangerous person you have ever stood next to. More than the demon. More than the Empire’s rider. She runs their entire narrative war, Lin Bo. Every legend the Empire builds and every one it erases passes through her hands. And the First Author trusts her with exactly one kind of task.” She looked at me. ”Handling problems that can’t be handled any other way.”

”She’s also right,” Ji Lan said, and she sounded shaken, which frightened me more than anything Xue Ningzhi had said. ”About the ghost. She’ll find it. She’s better than me, Lin Bo — I hate saying it, I’ll deny I ever said it, but she is. If anyone alive can find what’s really feeding your legend—” she didn’t finish.

On my shoulder, the Scroll, which had been utterly silent the entire time — silent the way it had gone silent only for the First Author’s mark, the way it went silent around the things that could truly hurt us — finally spoke. Low and grim. The salesman gone entirely.

”She mustn’t find me, talent,” it said. ”Do you understand? Whatever happens. Whatever it costs. A woman like that, with the Empire behind her, finding out what you are—” The old fear, the ’Not again’ fear, naked now. ”That’s how it happened before. Someone found the seam. And then they pulled.”

I looked after Xue Ningzhi, vanishing into the bright loud doomed spectacle of the tournament, and I felt the whole thing tilt under me — the comedy of falling down and clearing skies suddenly very far away, and something colder and older moving in beneath it.

The game had stopped being about whether I could win matches.

It had started being about whether I’d be allowed to exist at all.

”Come on,” I said to my family, and my voice didn’t shake, which I was proud of. ”I’ve got a match to trip my way through.”

But I held the noodle pot a little tighter that night.

And I lay awake, again, wondering about the seam, and who’d pulled it, and how much it had hurt — and whether, this time, with people I loved standing right next to me, I’d be able to keep it from being pulled again.

I didn’t know.

I was starting to be very afraid that I wouldn’t.