"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" More beams of white light appeared. The Elf King, Blood Prince, Insect General, and Lord of the Undead erged one by one.
Outside the hospital, it beca even quieter, almost silent. Few dared to raise their heads and directly face these imposing royals.
They exchanged looks. Clearly, along the way, they hadn’t even seen a hint of Olivius’ shadow.
...
"Swoosh!" Another beam of white light appeared in the corner of the hospital.
"Cough, cough cough... cough cough cough!" A white-haired teenager drenched in blood staggered out, his body covered with horrific scars. Patting his chest, he remarked with lingering fear, "Wow... I almost died this ti. Thankfully, I have an understanding of death, even if turned into a bloody ss, I can still live."
"Bairan?" A blond teenager hurriedly rushed over, concerned, "What happened to you? What happened inside?"
Bairan, however, seed electrified, showing an impatient expression and pointing at the blond teen’s nose while cursing, "It’s all your fault! Bazel! It’s because you failed to gather adequate information beforehand, who would have thought Lv Shen would participate in the Disciple Ga! It got killed in one face-off! It’s all your fault!!"
The blond teenager nodded humbly, whispering, "Yes, it’s all brother’s fault, sorry..."
"You owe so much, you’ll repay it slowly throughout this life!" Bairan cursed angrily, then looked around. Thousands of contestants stood there, none daring to look at him.
"However, fortunately, I t Olivius..." Bairan’s expression suddenly shifted, his anger turning to joy in an instant, changing faces swiftly. His fingers twitched as he laughed neurotically, "I t Olivius... And the death I prepared for him will certainly be delivered..."
Eni, silently eavesdropping beside them, was dumbfounded.
His race was Fire Elent, which he was pleased with. Yet his faction belonged to the Death Alliance, a bunch of madn dedicated to bringing the most beautiful death to others... leaving him speechless.
"Turns out Su Ming’an dealt with such people..." Eni’s clever little head seed to understand, "My goodness, this is far from normal..."
...
"Click, click." Zhao Yuan lowered her cara with satisfaction, squinting happily, today she captured quite a few shots of prominent figures.
She smiled, unconsciously revealing the mouthparts of the insect race, until the insect rna beside her patted her shoulder, prompting her to restrain her expression.
Most of the insect race was trapped in the [Interstellar Gallery] of the cloud-based dinsion, defended by the insect-hating Locksa people, with only a handful able to slip to the surface. However, once a world crisis breaks out, the Locksa people should no longer be able to manage them. Then, it will be the insect race’s opportunity to rampage.
Becoming such a devouring race, Zhao Yuan felt helpless too, incessantly tornted by hunger, giving them a bad reputation outside.
This ti, as the Insect Queen’s General on the surface, she intended to find the legendary Lighthouse Jellyfish. Once possessing such an inexhaustible food source, the root cause of the insect race’s threat would be solved, making them no longer despised and guarded against as third-class citizens.
"However, if it’s Su Ming’an, then that won’t be easy, need to find an opportunity..." Zhao Yuan whistled, looking at the dense crowd before her.
...
"Swoosh!"
Eve stumbled onto the hospital parking lot side, clutching her chest, with lingering fear as she headed toward the parking lot.
In the underground parking lot, stood a group of well-dressed, neat-looking people.
They wore black coats embroidered with the Wheel of Destiny emblem. The leader was a blond with black eyes, cheeks painted like clock hands, wearing a brown-black hat, a white shirt, and a brown vest, holding a platycodon cane.
"Leader, I saw Lv Shen and the Ocean Angel." Eve wiped the blood from her mouth, bowing to the man: "Lv Shen seems to be holding back, deliberately taking on a white-haired green-eyed appearance to gain Olivius’ trust, only to be decapitated by a demonized Ocean Angel, making Olivius miss him. I suspect he’ll co back in another form to approach Olivius again, likely aiming for the Twelve Stories."
Her deanor was extrely humble. Because this man was the leader Wei Mo, commander of the [Anti-Destiny Alliance] that spanned the five planes of Luowasha, controlling dozens of tribes and nearly millions of lives.
Had it not been for Wei Mo’s life-saving props, she would have perished in the chessboard this ti.
"Oh?" Wei Mo’s fingers rubbed the cane, his finger’s ruby ring glinting coldly, his golden eyes slight, he laughed faintly, "Looks like Lv Shen understands too, force doesn’t work. For Olivius, only feelings can soften him, willingly surrendering the Twelve Stories. Now, these guys will likely employ all sorts of postures and acts just to gain Olivius’ recognition."
"Leader, cough... cough cough... I don’t understand, why do you all crave being written by Olivius into the story?" Eve coughed a few tis and boldly asked.
Wei Mo cast a slight glance, Eve’s face slightly paled.
Yet Wei Mo laughed a bit, answering her:
"It implies... eternal life."
"Being written by him into the Twelve Stories grants us... eternal life."
Eve widened her eyes.
... Eternal life?
Ah, so that’s it, that makes it unsurprising, that makes it unsurprising.
Eternal life is an avidly pursued goal by any living being, no wonder it drives these royals crazy.
Olivius’ words can grant eternal life... What kind of principle is this? Is he truly the Supre Lord and the World Tree’s son to possess such potent power?
Wei Mo tapped his fingers on the cane, observing the hospital square dynamics, faintly smiling, "Seems like not one of them succeeded in capturing Olivius, even the Dragon Emperor’s group returned thwarted. Interesting."
He rubbed his chin, suddenly saying, "Atlanda, didn’t you say you knew Olivius? Next, try approaching him and strive to invite him to join us, preparing for the final assault on the World Tree."
Atlenda erged from the crowd, cloaked in a black coat, palm to his left chest, responding, "Yes."
He was a player mastering prophecy skills, able to deduce the high probability of Su Ming’an appearing in a certain venue, so contacting Su Ming’an shouldn’t be difficult.
"El, Yuriklu. You assist Atlenda," Wei Mo said.
Dragging a serpent tail, the Necromancer El, and Yuriklu, the boxer with a mark on his forehead, stepped out from the crowd, bowing, "Yes."
Though they were top players, their sense of responsibility wasn’t heavy. Rather... before the World Ga started, they hadn’t experienced good days nor felt kindness, their attitude towards their hotown was one of indifference.
Leader Hui Mo inford them, if they could destroy the World Tree, Luowasha would gain freedom and liberation, they too could ascend courtesy of the lingering spirituality of the World Tree, becoming High Dinsions. With the allure of roaming the universe, few would decline for the sake of that bleak planet.
They were smart people, not drowning with their hotown, this world had never treated them well.
After instructing, Wei Mo glanced at the hospital square, noticing Wei Bai and Wei Bi had also been kicked from the chessboard, standing in the square.
"Looks like these two also returned empty-handed," Wei Mo chuckled, "Useless indeed. Wei Bai had the initial interaction advantage, Wei Bi had the heroine’s recomndation, yet neither gained anything... However, this gives opportunity."
His fingers tapped the cane, once, again. Seemingly contemplating sothing.
In the silent underground parking lot, only this crisp and rhythmic sound continued reverberating.
The vigilant group of Atlenda had not detected that among the crowd, Lin Yin with panda ears was quietly listening to their conversation.
...
"--Wow, so many people! I just went to buy a Coke, why are there more and more people!" Yamada Machiichi returned to the hospital holding his Coke, finding it crowded, almost like a fan gathering for Su Ming’an.
He looked around, thanks to his skill in Breath Tracking, he recognized quite a few familiar faces.
Across the street were the players of the Holt Wizard Alliance. They sniffed out a business opportunity and used their demon wands to conjure drinks, selling them to other players.
Not far away, the Cross Judgent player team was resting with their eyes closed. Captain Anthony was conversing with a Scholar from the Supre Tower. People from the Supre Tower worship the God of Inspiration and are dedicated to gathering Wisdom.
A little further away, mbers of the Sky Alliance, proficient in chanics, were having a eting. Next to them stood a Dark Elf, a disciple of the Deceit Demon Evelyn, who governs the world’s traitors, unfaithful, and lovers.
"Sorry, we can’t help you capture the Lighthouse Jellyfish." Captain Ali imdiately refused, having no intention of joining the Evil Faction of the Deceit Demon.
The Dark Elf was relentless, still trying to reason and persuade them.
A bit further away was the Black Card Assassins Organization. The twin players, Eve and Edith, were chatting with a mber of the Red Lovers. The Church of Red Lovers worships the Love Angel Lafa and is dedicated to connecting lonely individuals, though what they were discussing remains unknown.
anwhile, as Yamada Machiichi was guzzling cola, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.
Everyone heard it, a system voice sounding in their ears.
...
"Ding dong!"
[Congratulations - Player "Hehehe you can’t catch nyah nyah nyah" has achieved "TE: Impossible Rescue"! Becoming the first Perfect Pass player! With glory and honor crowned, billions cheer for them!!]
[The first stage of the Disciple Ga has been cleared. Remaining surviving players: 981,729,318. Preparing to send you back to your original locations.]
[The second stage of the Disciple Ga will start at midnight tomorrow. Please prepare accordingly.]
[Disciple Points have been distributed. You can exchange items at the God of Trade’s store.]
...
Upon seeing this ID, at least a thousand people present turned red with anger.
The Dragon Emperor cracked his fists, feeling them as hard as iron.
The Master of Abyss’s expression changed drastically, letting out a cold laugh as he began devising countless revenge sches in his mind.
On the other side, the third floor of the hospital.
Su Ming’an stroked his chin; this was an ID recomnded by the War God Dragon King Narration. Since the War God Dragon King said so, he adopted the suggestion.
Simultaneously, a thin book appeared in his palm.
...
[Side task completed.]
[You’ve received: Sique’s Twelve Stories · Chapter One.]
...
Seeing this book, Su Ming’an’s heartbeat quickened.
... This is what all of Luowasha, billions of beings, are vying for.
It’s said that the War of Eden erupted due to various races scrambling for the Twelve Stories. This item is like the Holy Grail; people would do anything to compete for it.
Su Ming’an cast a wary glance at Perlo, who crossed his arms, appearing indifferent.
"I personally watched you write these stories back then," Perlo said blandly. "I won’t fight over it."
Su Ming’an felt slightly relieved and lowered his head to look at his hand.
—What extraordinary, shocking words did Sique write that made the Twelve Stories legendary?
—How many mysterious and profound anings does it hold that it’s perpetually contested by billions?
He took a deep breath, focusing intently—
...
[Twelve Stories · Chapter One · "A Jellyfish in the Sea"]
[Just for fun, casually written. I don’t believe anyone would read such a boring story.]
["Ho! Where is my ho?" Once upon a ti, there was a jellyfish in the sea. It swam all around, searching for a ho. But a baddie scooped him out, turning him into an unhappy jellyfish.]
[This disruption made the jellyfish feel jade, and then a golden-haired figure appeared, saying, "Don’t feel jade. I’ll take you to destroy the World Tree, okay?"]
[The villain can’t be that gentle. The jellyfish believed him, saying, "Okay, okay." They set off happily.]
[The demon was defeated, the baddie disappeared. After a battle, the jellyfish returned to the sea. Although he still hadn’t found a ho, the whole world was his harbor.]
[Boop boop boop, chirp chirp chirp. The Jellyfish Emperor finally found delight and freedom.]
[Haha, those people constantly fighting over my stories must be dumbfounded by such a dull tale... Not enough, need to add another line. In case so are genuinely desperate, fighting even for boring stories like this.]
[Everyone who reads this story must forward it to 5 friends, or bad luck will follow.]
...
Su Ming’an, subway, elderly, mobile phone.
"...?"
He read it over several tis to confirm there was no issue with how he opened it.
...An allegory?
Sique couldn’t have intentionally penned such naive literature. It should reveal significant issues about the past, present, or future. Perhaps even Su Liujin’s origins or future fate.
A master artist’s spit has aning.
"Finished reading?" Perlo said beside him. "Ti to go on stage."
"On stage?" Su Ming’an looked up.
He suddenly noticed a Teleportation Formation appearing in front of him.
"Winners clearing each stage must give a speech in front of everyone. You didn’t know?" Perlo said. "Of course, the system won’t protect the speaker. You’ll face everyone directly."
"..."
Su Ming’an remained silent for a mont, glancing again at his playful ID [Hehehe you can’t catch nyah nyah nyah].
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