[NPC (Xi Li) Favorability: 95 (Friendship Line)]
[Current Evaluation: Entangled Emotions]
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"I’ll be back at twelve." The door closed, and Xi Li left.
Seeing this, Su Ming’an mouthed silently: "Sique..." Sique Olivius, a lifespan as long as the heavens...
He finished reciting the lengthy Fun Demon summoning chant, but perhaps due to his stiff pronunciation, the summoning failed. He tried a different approach, calling the na directly: "Ka... Sa, Diya..."
Nothing happened.
In front of him was only the fluttering curtain, reflecting the blood-red sky outside.
... Fun Demon, you’re useless.
Always thinking about finding Sique, now that "Sique" has appeared, you won’t show up when summoned.
Su Ming’an temporarily did not plan to escape from here. This should be Xi Li’s normal "personal storyline." The information density in the Hell Plane was indeed greater than on the surface.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a door opening.
Forcing himself to turn his head slightly, his pupils contracted.
—A purple-haired youth, who resembled him yet had distinct differences, stood at the door with arms crossed. The youth was dressed in attire similar to a black suit, extrely neat with no decorative train, and had a tear mole at the corner of one eye. His gaze at Su Ming’an was mixed with caution and inquiry.
"Sique Olivius... nothing special," the purple-haired youth began with mockery.
Su Ming’an returned the gaze calmly. He recognized that this purple-haired youth was one of the six who appeared at the start, always standing on the lamppost, nad Qi Zhou, and it was their first interaction.
"Not even a tenth as handso as I am," Qi Zhou said.
"..." Su Ming’an had thought Qi Zhou was hostile and would attack him personally, but it was just about looks? This evaluation was indeed skewed.
Qi Zhou stepped forward, patting Su Ming’an on the shoulder, and in the next mont, Su Ming’an felt his speech ability returning.
"I heard you’re a renowned artist in Luowasha; what’s your opinion?" Qi Zhou asked.
"Not a tenth," Su Ming’an affird.
Qi Zhou nodded, seemingly satisfied.
"You don’t match ," Su Ming’an said.
Qi Zhou scowled and stared at Su Ming’an for a while, seemingly unable to find words to refute. He simply patted Su Ming’an’s shoulder again and then turned to leave.
Su Ming’an felt slightly speechless. What was this person doing here, just to compare looks?
After this brief interlude, Su Ming’an closed his eyes while sitting in the wheelchair, wanting to ask Sique in a dream what was happening. However, perhaps because he had slept too much in the afternoon, he felt no drowsiness.
He casually flipped through the story he had written, and indeed there was a new mory Clip:
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[You’ve acquired mory Clip - "Am I Really Sique?"]
[Excitent Level: S]
[Thrill Level: A]
[Depth Level: B]
[Elents: Light-hearted, Ensemble Cast, Genius Flow, Strong Return]
[Overall Score: 55]
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The tenth mory Clip, with a score surprisingly high, instantly raised the story’s overall rating by 2 points.
The World Tree claid it would remove his "Protagonist" title, but its actions spoke otherwise. The story panel still had the World Tree’s remarks: "Exciting, Love it, Update quickly," clearly inconsistent.
After inserting the mory Clip, new plotlines were automatically generated:
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[As night drew deep, Su Liujin entered the tea party host’s room and played a thrilling ga of turtle soup. By dawn, he gifted a cufflink to the World Master, encountering the flirty hero Hui Bai and the World Master Godfather Hui Chi, saving the previous generation Rin Clan’s Xi Li.]
[Unexpectedly, the Rin Clan was originally the identity of the Jellyfish Emperor Su Liujin, who was to enjoy supre favor and lead Luowasha in fending off outer civilization. Yet, the intervention of Hui Yao and the Shepherd of Ti caused the Rin Clan to beco the Jellyfish Emperor, prompting Su Liujin to sever Destiny and break free from the Savior’s script! Just like the saying goes, "You lose so, you gain so! Prosperity and decay are like clouds blocking the sun!"]
[The blade of Xiao Bai approached! Xi Li transford into a White Fox to save Su Liujin, allowing him a night’s sleep. Upon awakening, Xi Li’s deanor had dramatically changed, questioning Su Liujin on when he promised to take her to see the sea of flowers. But when did the Jellyfish Emperor make such a promise? Su Liujin was clueless and could only answer evasively.]
[Brought back to the Hell Plane and glimpsing a mirror, Su Liujin was bewildered—the reflection showed the extraordinary visage of Sique? Is it true or false? With the second stage of the Disciple Ga on the horizon, the Jellyfish Emperor had his work cut out, forced to proceed cautiously one step at a ti...]
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[Your Story: 3,170 words]
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... Flirty hero Hui Bai?
Su Ming’an didn’t recall this plot, indicating the story would automatically complete details. So behind-the-scenes events he couldn’t see were evident in the mory Clip.
Upon reviewing, he noticed the plot specifically ntioned—"Xi Li’s dramatic change in deanor," "When did the Jellyfish Emperor make such a promise," indicating his perspective wasn’t mistaken; he had indeed suddenly beco Sique after a sleep.
"Dong—dong—dong—"
The clock struck twelve.
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"Ding-dong!"
[Rest Ti Over—dear Players, welco back to the Disciple Ga!]
[Second stage: Sci-Fi World · Daylight Floating City. A global, instance-based competition ga.]
[Participants: 981,728,217 players!]
[—The world begins!]
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Su Ming’an opened his eyes.
A pure white chanical Floating City unfolded before him, nurous machines and components reflecting fragnted glimrs.
The sky was a dusky gray, the city exuded a cyberpunk vibe, with high-saturation lights flickering among crowded buildings and advertisent signs, resembling blackened structures struggling to breathe, extracting the last traces of oxygen from the air.
He sat at the edge of the Floating City, beneath him a wheelchair, surrounded by a dozen players.
"The, Number One Player!?" an exclamation rang out, and Su Ming’an instinctively thought it was directed at him. When he looked up, he realized it wasn’t.
"Number One Player, can I have your autograph?" people crowded around a black-haired youth, faces filled with fervor.
"Number One Player, your previous performance was amazing..."
"Number One Player! Hmph ah ah ah!!"
Faced with the crowd’s enthusiasm, the black-haired youth appeared sowhat at a loss. Just then, the youth’s gaze t Su Ming’an’s.
"Friend!" the black-haired youth called.
Su Ming’an blinked in response. Everyone else, seeing Su Ming’an’s white hair and golden eyes, imdiately stepped aside in fear.
"This, this is the fierce guy who got eight book pages in the first stage, right? I rember a lot of animals ca to Central Hospital in the end, dragons, and elves, all looking for him." people murmured softly.
"Wasn’t he an NPC in the first stage? How is he still here in the second? Why is he in a wheelchair..."
"Why does such an overly powerful NPC appear in an instance, it’s so inexplicable. Could the World Ga have a bug?"
Amid the speculation, the Su Ming’an from 2021 anxiously ran to the present Su Ming’an.
"Friend, what happened to you? Why are you in a wheelchair?" Little Su asked with concern.
Su Ming’an blinked, indicating he couldn’t speak.
"Who hard you? Don’t worry; I’ll stay with you next." Little Su glanced around, and others quickly withdrew their gazes.
Watching Little Su, Su Ming’an suddenly realized—due to his own intervention, Little Su hadn’t experienced Yuanyuan’s sacrificial ritual on the World Chessboard, nor her beheading in the basent. Consequently, Little Su was still optimistic and cheerful, not even knowing Lv Shu.
The storms and hardships Little Su should have faced were all erased under Su Ming’an’s butterfly effect, leaving only a smooth journey ahead. Just like the original Su Ming’an stepping freshly out of college.
Su Ming’an wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or not.
"Don’t worry, we’re already allies; I won’t abandon you." Little Su looked at the white Pattern Mark on Su Ming’an’s hand, speaking gently.
At this mont, footsteps echoed from the opposite Corridor Bridge.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of high-heeled boots striking the ground.
People raised their heads, attracted by the approaching figure—
Shadowed by daylight.
The newcor wore a dark red coat, with a radiant red Ruby at the chest, golden hair cascading, mingling with the sunlight as he walked.
Profound eyes, a flowing shimr, contained a tangible azure, with each footfall akin to stepping on piano notes.
He held onto the edge of his top hat, the Blue Rose Ribbon fluttering, eyes blue like Amber. At this mont, dust shone intermittently in the fragnted sunlight, the scent of roses mingling faintly with red wine as he elegantly approached in the golden-red light.
"Nice to et you, Su Ming’an." The youth tipped his hat and smiled.
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