...Wait.
The death of the players in the Eleventh World is permanent?
Su Ming’an imdiately looked at Eni below the stage, who also received this system ssage and raised his head in shock.
"Players are supposed to be resurrected upon death, so why is it..." Eni’s mind was racing at this mont: "Could it be... the soul is gone?"
There is another precedent for player death — in the Seventh World, Pulaya, players whose souls were extracted by the princess beco walking corpses, and even if resurrected, they are just empty shells. Luowasha leaves nothing behind, not even the shell.
If the three hundred million Adventurer Players fighting in Luowasha knew this news, it would certainly cause chaos.
Su Ming’an suddenly rembered information obtained from the Tenth World:
...
[The Fourth World Ga, the situation was a hundred tis more brutal.]
[To ensure Chang Ge’s victory, people desperately gave him equipnt, points, props. In the end, to obtain the "Ti" authority, almost all top-ranked players beca sacrifices in a battle royale instance, just to elevate the Number One Player and achieve his high-difficulty perfect pass.]
["I wish..."]
[The mont Chang Ge made his wish, it began to snow.]
...
...Almost all top-ranked players beca sacrifices in a battle royale instance.
...Battle Royale, instance?
...
[Eleventh World Elent: Battle Royale...]
...
Luowasha is also a battle royale. Could it be that what Chang Ge ntioned back then refers to Luowasha?
The comnts were already stunned:
[Huh? Huh? Huh?]
[What happened to Qin Si, where even the soul is gone?]
[In such a high magic world, extracting a soul is just a small trick. The World Master even derived the formula for calculating player rewards, it’s hard to imagine what other smart NPCs might deduce.]
[But we’re here to rescue Luowasha! Why are they trying to kill us???]
[Most players are the Fourth Catastrophe, causing destruction and being hostile isn’t that unusual? Look at that young master of the Bamboo Shoots Clan, who was exterminated just to beco Lv Shu’s possession vessel and now can only wander in the gutters — what reason does he have not to hate his possession target? I predict that once the Bamboo Shoots’ young master learns the truth, he’ll backstab Lv Shu sooner or later.]
[The United Group has already launched an ergency plan, but we can’t help the Adventurer Players...]
[For such a long ti Qin Si had lived, and it was the mont Su Ming’an switched perspectives that Qin Si died. Does this an that Su Ming’an’s contact with Qin Si from Wang Xingkong’s perspective caused a butterfly effect, leading to Qin Si’s death nine hours later?]
...
Su Ming’an understood.
It was his contact with Qin Si from Wang Xingkong’s perspective that led to Qin Si’s death nine hours later. This precise timing indicates that there are two actions that could prevent her death:
One, from Wang Xingkong’s perspective, Su Ming’an should never contact Qin Si.
Two, always maintain the Wang Xingkong perspective; as long as Su Ming’an doesn’t switch back to the Sique perspective, Qin Si won’t die.
This involves whether the cause precedes the effect or the effect precedes the cause — did Su Ming’an contact Qin Si from Wang Xingkong’s perspective and then switch back to Sique’s perspective, letting Wang Xingkong act on his own, resulting in Qin Si’s death, or did Su Ming’an contact Qin Si from Wang Xingkong’s perspective then switch to Sique’s perspective, hearing of Qin Si’s death and imdiately switching back to Wang Xingkong’s perspective to try and save Qin Si, inadvertently causing her death nine hours later?
The first scenario requires the application of the first action to avoid Qin Si’s death. The second scenario requires the application of the second action to prevent Qin Si’s death.
This made it difficult for Su Ming’an to decide whether he needed to switch perspectives to Wang Xingkong or if this would trap him in a Mobius loop.
He pulled out the feather pen.
Golden-red blood splattered from Qi Jue’s chest.
He fell to the ground, panting: "Sique, when you created , you told I was your favorite oc. I thought I was... different to you."
"But you sided with the God of Everything’s End," Su Ming’an said.
"Is the God of Everything’s End... necessarily bad?" Qi Jue gasped for breath, life’s essence escaping from him like a withering bud.
"I don’t care if the God of Everything’s End is good or bad, there’s no absolute black and white. But you forced to join and tried to kill my friends," Su Ming’an said.
Qi Jue’s eyes widened as if he suddenly understood sothing. He laughed hoarsely, his gaze filled with desolation as he eyed Su Ming’an:
"...So, my thods were too severe, making you dislike ."
"Indeed, you hate involving the innocent... My many years made forget... your preferences, your emotions."
"When I was first born, we were like the closest of friends, you treated every word with care, I was born from the pages, you painted with imagination and spiritual energy..."
"We thought about the sa things, mulled over the sa sentences, drank the sa bowl of tea. I provided you with inspiration, and you embellished and adorned . I accompanied you in creating extraordinary works, from beginning to end, being your most faithful reader, watching you write more ocs, until you wrote the last word and closed the book."
"Then, I left you, embarking on a journey. Until much, much later... we t again."
"Ti is long, it can wash away all sorrows and joys, and I gradually forgot your preferences. Now I rember... you indeed dislike being forced to do anything."
"I’ve beco what you hate, an oc that deviated from your intended path."
"So that’s why today you wanted to..."
He placed his hand on his chest, the golden-red blood still flowing, his eyes filled with sadness.
"...Erase ?"
Su Ming’an knew Qi Jue misunderstood, Sique was rely defending. But who knows, maybe Sique really was disappointed with the Goddess of Life?
The kind Goddess of Life, who was ant to love all living things and conscientiously nurture life, but was seduced by the God of Everything’s End to abandon her responsibility and choose to pursue freedom — is this an oc breaking free from the Creator’s control, daringly defying the "Goddess of Life" setting, or an irresponsible rebellion?
But as Sique said, he’s happy to see them live out their own lives.
Qi Jue didn’t understand, if they could live their own lives, why would he take away his life?
"...I can’t understand." He slowly sat up from the ground, his body inching forward, and the vast stream of life floated like snowflakes.
Then,
He grasped Su Ming’an’s wrist.
"I can’t understand," he repeated, his voice starting to tremble.
He kept staring at Su Ming’an’s feather pen, thinking of breaking it in hatred, or striking back against Sique’s ruthlessness with a desperate blow.
"So what exactly am I? Lotasha, Qi Jue, or just a aningless piece of text?" he murmured.
Su Ming’an had been ready to defend himself, but Qi Jue only maintained this action, without launching a desperate counterattack.
Su Ming’an looked curiously, Qi Jue’s gaze was dull, as if utterly disheartened, though his lips kept trembling.
Until his form turned completely transparent, he murmured through his lips:
"...So far, so bitter. That sunflower field, I can’t reach it..."
"Whoa—!"
A bright white light burst forth, like a sweeping snowstorm. When Su Ming’an opened his eyes again, Qi Jue had vanished, and the air was filled with white snow, each flake brimming with the rich life source stream.
Under the nourishnt of the life source stream, Fu En’s wounds healed, and the unconscious Tian Yu and others gradually awakened.
The Goddess of Life passed away, and the Life Source Stream returned to nature. The people present enjoyed this blessing. Those on the brink of death regained vitality, the severely injured were completely healed, and the healthy had a rosy complexion. They looked up blankly, seemingly unaware that the twenty-seven gods of Luowasha had beco twenty-six, simply delighted to check their bodies.
—I first create, then erase.
At this mont, looking at the beautiful scene in the hall, Su Ming’an recalled the Creator’s vow.
... Erase, huh.
A dull pain ca faintly from his heart, unsure if it was Sique’s emotion or his illusion.
...
On the high platform, where Qi Jue originally stood, lay a colorless mory Clip, shining brightly.
This was the mory Clip left behind after his death.
Su Ming’an touched it, and a study appeared before his eyes—
...
Purple long hair flowing, Sique leaned on a chair, holding a feather pen, writing down words on manuscript paper.
As he wrote, a young man with green hair appeared on the manuscript paper. The young man, with sunflower earrings, hands in pockets, smiled leisurely: "Hello, my Creator. I am the Goddess of Life Lotasha."
Sique: "I wrote a goddess. Why is your human form a young man?"
Green-haired youth: "Because I wanted to catch your attention. You’ve written too many OCs, but none are as unique as , appearing in front of you in a different form. But rest assured, I’m essentially still a goddess."
Sique: "I don’t care about your gender, Lotasha. You don’t need to get my attention. From the mont you were born, you belong only to yourself."
Green-haired youth: "No, that’s not enough. I still want a unique na, one that sounds different from other OCs. I want to be called Qi Jue."
Sique: "Please feel free."
...
Qi Jue was one of the earliest OCs written by Sique. He did not leave like others but stayed with Sique for a long ti.
Qi Jue picked up a book: "’Ten Cooking thods of Jellyfish’? You must be really hungry. I thought you were reading serious literature, but you’re actually reading a cookbook."
Sique: "Quiet."
Qi Jue: "Oh."
Qi Jue remained quiet for a long ti, tidying up the bookshelf for a while, then helped Sique grind ink, occasionally reverting to the beautiful and holy form of the Goddess of Life, sitting on the table with a face full of compassion, displaying a stark contrast, trying to attract Sique’s attention.
Sique kept his head down reading: "..."
The compassionate, smiling Goddess of Life sitting on the table: "..."
Three hours later, the two still maintained this posture until Sique finished reading the book and finally looked up.
Sique: "...Why are you still here?"
The surprise on his face did not seem feigned. It turned out he was too imrsed in the book to notice the Goddess of Life, rather than deliberately ignoring her.
The goddess, spending three hours outwitting the air, was not sad. Instead, she cheerfully laughed, her long hair sprouting branches and leaves in excitent, adjusting her skirt: "Great, you finally noticed ?"
Sique: "Don’t wait next ti."
The goddess, resting her chin on her hand, smiled: "I’ll wait next ti too."
...
As the fire crackled, Sique fed sheet after sheet of inked manuscript paper into the fireplace, looking slightly somber.
Qi Jue sat next to him, watching each sheet turn to ashes: "So you too have tis when you’re dissatisfied."
Sique: "Stories that lack originality, logic full of flaws, I cannot tolerate such things."
Qi Jue: "Shall we go for a walk then? I saw the scenery on Cloud Mist Island looking pretty good yesterday. The fungal colonies there are especially beautiful..."
Sique: "Let’s go."
Qi Jue: "It’s really beautiful. When the wind blows those fungal colonies, they appear like edelweiss, carrying a faint rose fragrance... Huh? Wait, you agreed?"
Sique got up: "Let’s go."
Standing on the pure white Cloud Mist Island, the mist was ethereal, layers of fog floating around them. Beneath them ca a soft touch from clumps of fungi resembling white dandelions, embedded in the ground like cotton candy.
Qi Jue sneaked a glance at Sique, thinking Sique should be happy.
Yet Sique showed no smile, carefully observing every scene, picking up a pen to docunt, with no intention of a leisurely excursion, more like a field assignnt.
... Everything was like this.
To Sique, everything was a session of inspiration extraction, feeling no beauty or joy, only bursts of inspiration in his mind—how to write it down, how to improve it...
Qi Jue stopped in his tracks, realizing Sique was more like a god than him.
Qi Jue: "... Sique."
Sique: "Yes."
Qi Jue: "Are you happy? The scenery here is so beautiful. I’ve heard that just walking through such pure white scenery for ten minutes brings pure happiness."
Sique indeed showed a genuine smile:
"Happy. I’ve got quite a few good ideas in my head."
He was happy.
But it had nothing to do with what Qi Jue ntioned.
...
Qi Jue: "Have you ever thought about when you’ll stop writing?"
Sique: "When... I finish writing my twelve stories."
Qi Jue: "And then you won’t write anymore?"
Sique: "Yes."
Qi Jue: "Why?"
Sique: "There are more important things."
Qi Jue: "Can I still accompany you?"
Sique: "Why are you so persistent with ? Most OCs have gone their separate ways, living their own lives. Did you really just stay behind to get my attention?"
Qi Jue: "At first, yes."
Sique: "And later?"
Qi Jue: "Then you shared with your marvelous ideas. I... wanted very much to help you write those stories, whether grinding ink, handling chores, or driving away fanatic fans... I want to witness historical monts."
Sique: "Is that all?"
Qi Jue: "... And more."
Qi Jue: "..."
Qi Jue: "Could you teach the ten cooking thods of jellyfish?"
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