The hand surrounded by black energy enlarged before Su Ming’an’s eyes.
Su Ming’an remained calm and unruffled as a blue and gold book appeared in his hand, which he opened—
...
[Switching to "Third-Person Perspective · Rin Clan Perspective."]
...
In the next mont, the angle of vision changed, and Su Ming’an swiftly shifted his arm aside, narrowly dodging Sique’s chest, brushing off a few pieces of fabric.
A stabbing pain coursed through his mind, accompanied by the fury-filled roar of the Rin Clan in his ear: "How did you get into my body? Get out!"
This was the first ti the perspective’s owner had resisted Su Ming’an so fiercely. In the previous cut to Wang Xingkong’s perspective, there had been no communication or resistance.
"Quiet!" He punched himself hard, bending over in pain and hearing the Rin Clan’s cry of pain as well.
Seeing that intimidation didn’t work, the Rin Clan’s tone softened instantly, pleading, "Please leave my body... Brother, I won’t kill you anymore, I beg you."
Su Ming’an ignored him, forcibly controlling the body; the initial estimate of the combat power of the body was at least 6999 , continually increasing. Yet the Rin Clan consciousness was battling with him for control, unwilling to give an inch.
"Shua!"
Blood trickled from his mouth.
Sharp, pitch-black fingernails pierced his own heart. He twisted his fingers vigorously, mashing the heart to smithereens.
—If he couldn’t have this perspective, he would destroy it. He couldn’t let this Rin Clan survive.
The voice near his ear gradually turned sorrowful, with faint sobs, like a child crying to his brother: "Brother, don’t do this, okay? Don’t kill ...please?"
Su Ming’an’s fingers continued to dive in, thoroughly crushing the heart.
In the next mont, he was forced back to the [Sique Perspective]; the demonic mother god aura on the Rin Clan was too overpowering, a form of ntal pollution that he couldn’t withstand for long.
The Rin Clan lay on the ground, a hole through his chest; yet, under the shroud of black energy, the shattered heart began to regenerate.
"—He possesses the power of the demon mother god; this strength shares the sa source as Jiu Shen, making it very difficult to kill him." At this point, a pink-furred fox silently climbed onto Su Ming’an’s shoulder.
It was the long-lost Little Love.
She was always elusive, darting around the instance. Perhaps sensing a kindred aura, she ca over.
"Sa source?" Su Ming’an asked.
"This chaotic evil energy... stems from cosmic evolution and entropy increase. I’m very familiar with it," Little Love said.
"Can you suppress him?"
Little Love’s fluffy pink tail wagged slightly: "Are you kidding? The complete might have a chance, but now, as a separated benevolent thought, how can I contend with Luowasha’s innate god? But if you ascend to godhood, you can easily take him down! Your potential for becoming a god is quite formidable, blow killing the demon mother god! If you proceed step by step to divinity, even Dieying can only serve as your trash picker."
By now, the Rin Clan’s heart had fully recovered. He stood up, and dark tendrils began to extend from his back, reminiscent of Qiongdi Jiu Shen. He slowly lifted his head, his golden eyes gleaming brightly.
"Brother," the Rin Clan whispered, "without divine power, you won’t be able to contend with ."
Ink-like energy churned around him, darker than night and thicker than ink.
The laboratory remained silent, with researchers’ bodies scattered on the ground, their blood pooling to form small streams. Their expressions stayed frozen in confusion and resentnt, seemingly questioning why they t with such disaster.
Witnessing this tragic scene, Su Ming’an reminded himself not to fear, not to linger — seize every opportunity to record the last scenes before the Red Sun; it was his only mission.
At this mont, he heard a "ding" sound.
...
[You have obtained the mory Clip · "Before the Red Sun Descends · Narrative Anchor Yamada Machiichi · Rin Clan Extinguishes Mountains and Rivers"]
[Excitent Level: A]
[Thrill Level: S]
[Depth: B ]
[Elents: Crisis, Death, Apocalypse, BE]
[Composite Score: 21]
[Number: BE30 · lfc]
...
[Narrative Anchor Collection Progress: 1/15 (Once you have completed the collection, please inform Sique of the total of 15 mory Clip numbers to achieve Luowasha’s final ending.)]
...
Su Ming’an breathed a sigh of relief... it finally ca, so this is what Sique wanted him to collect.
BEs; that is, 15 mory Clips.
He just needed to rember the numbers.
This wasn’t sothing only achievable through death rebound; using the "perspective switch" ti shuttle chanism could also work. Each ti the Red Sun descended with destruction, he would change the ti point and start again.
This ti, Su Ming’an had already accomplished his goal. It was his first attempt and took so long, but future collections should be much faster. Once collected, the instance would conclude.
He didn’t have the luxury to examine this mory Clip; the black tendrils were already shooting at him like arrows, aggressively.
In the next mont, he heard a "ka-da" behind him.
"... Hide in here." a cold, machine-like voice resonated.
With a "thrust," the conveyor belt pulled Su Ming’an back into the laboratory. Ran Bo stood by the indoor-button, fingers pressing it.
"Clang—!" the heavy iron curtain descended, firmly locking the tendrils outside. The room transford into a sturdy cage, blocking outside assaults.
Ran Bo pushed up his glasses: "Follow , this room won’t hold for long."
He pressed against the wall, revealing an underground escape passage on the floor.
"Just now you were so cold, yet you ca to save the ’Tianluo Girl’?" Su Ming’an intentionally used this tone, hoping it would improve favorability.
Indeed.
...
[NPC (Ran Bo) Favorability: 85 5 points!]
...
Su Ming’an wiped his brow.
Ran Bo’s shoulders twitched, face reddening with anger, yet he went straight down.
Taking advantage of the chance, Su Ming’an glanced at the newly acquired mory Clip, a new story had generated:
...
[The previous Chapter left off with the disclosure that Qi Jue was actually the Goddess of Life, and eventually faded away with regrets even in death.]
[After the demise of the Goddess of Life, the Jellyfish Emperor was suddenly pulled out of the world. It turned out that a magpie had taken over the nest of the phoenix, scheming to steal the throne of the Great Emperor! Upon learning this, the Great Emperor flew into a rage, joined forces with the high-dinsional substitute friend Starfire and the suspicious seven-colored masked figure with ulterior motives, and plunged into the World Rift, using the principles of the mirror to counter-kill the usurper.]
[Such a small magpie, laughable, laughable. With such ager ans? And yet dares to vie for glory with the Emperor; better go ho early to drink milk and eat wheat!]
[After the Great Emperor returned to Luowasha, upon hearing about the World Master’s daughter’s selection event, he beca highly interested and went there cheerfully. With a single stroke of a cat and a single step, he distinguished himself with remarkable skills, much to the delight of the World Master. In the evening, while the Great Emperor was strolling leisurely, he saw an old acquaintance still standing in the court, untouched by frost and snow, and only an unfinished book was left behind.]
["The sorrow of parting in death is swallowed in silence, and living separation is filled with sorrow. The old friend enters my dreams, reminding of our long mories. Where can the past be found? Endless and unreachable..." The Great Emperor caressed the book, sighing softly.]
[The next day, the Great Emperor awoke and was startled to realize he had not entered the third level of the Disciple Ga. Thus, he entered the small world, using his status as the Creator God to enlighten life. He then transford into the newly born Rin Clan and was kidnapped by the Black Robed Man in the Second Epoch.]
[With words unsaid by Lin Hejin, the divine envoy Nora drenched in wine, Grandma Lv Shen with only one day of life, the sister Xi Li wanting to see flower seas, the researcher Ran Bo closing the door to guests, and the abruptly arrived Jelly little brother... How will the Great Emperor maneuver between the various factions and prevent the Red Sun from descending? In the face of various emotional debts with Sique, where will the simple Jellyfish Emperor go? All will be revealed in—"Global Crossing: Infinite World Tree Evolution from Forbidden Prince"!]
...
[Real-ti Chapter review:]
[Six Point Spring (Score: 10): Finally updated! I was dying of anxiety.]
[Dululu (Score: 9): The story has a privacy protection chanism, but it can roughly be figured out—that divine being killed off in the second Chapter should be the Goddess of Life Lotasha. The timing of death matches.]
[Hell Three-headed Cat (Score: 8.5): Why does this story say the Red Sun is about to descend? I thought the sky still looked fine.]
[Chen Yue (Score: 9): It must have used so "plot additive," adding elents of "tension, apocalypse, and ending" to exaggerate the narrative. Anyway, I don’t think the Red Sun will descend, we’re living just fine, so this is probably artistic processing.]
[Dumb Bird Wants to Get into Constantine University (Score: 10): So anxious, when’s the next Chapter updating? I’m dying of anxiety! Please release one more Chapter!!]
[Layers of Soul Return (Score: 10): You have to give ti to collect the mory Clip, wait another day or two, and it takes skill to make sothing out of nothing. After all, this is a story based on personal experience.]
[Sad Spicy Rabbit Head (Score: 10): Finally, there’s a plot from the Second Epoch, can’t stop reading, update quickly.]
...
Su Ming’an looked at the real-ti comnts. Since his story had long ranked first on the World Tree recomndation list, its views had reached a staggering tens of billions.
Many positive reviews, as Su Ming’an’s story content is extrely rich, more eye-catching than the bland stories of others.
But there were also critics who thought the artistic processing was too excessive and didn’t match reality:
...
[Nine Tails (Score: 1): Am I the only one who finds the logic of this story bizarre? Why can the protagonist counter-kill the Goddess of Life? And why are there so many people approaching him, live or die? It’s unfathomable!]
[Luowasha Thursday Madness v I 50 (Score: 1): This protagonist really considers himself the center of the world, admired by various big shots. Do you even deserve it? It doesn’t reflect the reality of Luowasha; it’s just the self-fantasy of a teenage boy in his middling years.]
[Nangong (Score: 1): Doesn’t it feel a bit forcibly sentintal? How are there so many stories; isn’t it awkward? The supporting roles seem too dumb, and the protagonist is constantly underestimated; are you sure this is a pulp fiction novel?]
...
Su Ming’an took a glance, and the story’s overall rating had reached 45 points, but his Creator level was still C. To advance to the B-level Creator, he needed to complete the task of [killing off an original character], which was temporarily unattainable.
He checked the functions available to Creators of different levels.
...
[E-level Creator: Insert mory Clip, Inspiration Integration, Plot Additive]
[D-level Creator: Character Setting Play]
[C-level Creator: Creating Supporting Character, Card Participation]
[B-level Creator: Crafting Story Domains, Adding Emotional Lines]
[A-level Creator: Reality Adjustnt, Multi-line Narration]
[S-level Creator: No information available]
...
"Crafting Story Domains...? What is this?" Su Ming’an took a look. It’s the unique combat thod of a Creator.
Creators can transform their stories into tangible domains, pulling enemies into the domain, where the enemy must unravel a certain secret of the story or achieve a certain plot to break the domain. anwhile, the enemy can also invade this domain with their own story, engaging in a duel of logical, narrative, and philosophical aspects.
In simple terms, it’s "mutual script designing," where the side pointed out for having logical errors, inconsistencies, or unreasonable character settings will lose. The side that first achieves the end of the opponent’s script will win.
Moreover, it is possible to use other Creator functions to help secure victory. For example, using "Inspiration Integration" and "Plot Additive" to alter so of the opponent’s story elents; using "Card Participation" to incorporate cards drawn into the script, playing required roles in one’s script to hinder the roles played by the opponent.
This is considered a sort of alternative "small instance," with a very short script flow, akin to a very short script-killing scenario.
"What a magical combat thod..." Su Ming’an marveled.
Everything in Luowasha is novel.
He now understood how the seemingly weak Creators could confront enemies. Sique, rely a mber of the Magpie Clan with inherently low Combat Power, could utilize this combat thod to draw enemies into the story domain, using pen and ink to toy with the enemy until they could no longer break free and t their demise.
The long underground passage gradually ca to an end, and before them lay a white shield, with crystal-colored branches growing.
"This leads to the base of the World Tree, very safe," Ran Bo said. "Please, you open the doorway for the World Tree; I don’t have the authority."
Su Ming’an touched the shield, feeling a texture reminiscent of tree bark, realizing they had already reached the base of the World Tree.
"Open a doorway, World Tree?" Su Ming’an tentatively called.
The crystal-colored branches trembled for a mont before gradually parting, and the white shield turned transparent.
Su Ming’an stepped inside, greeted by a vast circular cavern.
A colossal crystal-colored tree sat at the center, hanging thousands of snow-like branches, resembling willow fluff moved by the wind, or as though draped with snow-white pear blossoms, with a sound like wind chis clashing gently heard in the air.
Above was an infinite starry sky, seemingly within reach. Endless text images crisscrossed, twinkling across the sky, as if each was an ongoing story.
Below, black water rippled gently, echoing the laughter and cries of billions of beings.
—This was Su Ming’an’s first ti entering the interior of the World Tree.
"My protagonist." The crystal leaves swayed, brushing across his forehead with great tenderness, "You have finally arrived... Co quickly, I have longed for you."
However, Su Ming’an realized he was not alone there.
Three groups of people stood under the tree.
The first group had Mizushima Kawa Sora at the helm. She sported demon horns on her forehead, wore a red cloak, and held a golden staff. Behind her were Atlanda, Andre, Erwin, and several other top-ranking players.
The second group was led by Alger, comprising players including the Holt Wizard Alliance of Hua De and the Sword of Justice of Ailun. Scattered loosely, there were nearly a hundred of them.
The third group consisted of a bunch of worn-out NPCs, old, weak, sick, and disabled, lying lifelessly on the ground.
It seed the player group led by Mizushima Kawa Sora was confronting the player group led by Alger, standing at a distance from each other, gazing into one another’s eyes with heavy breathing.
"...Su Ming’an? Is that Su Ming’an?" A player noticed Su Ming’an.
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