Su Ming’an turned back in astonishnt.
At the sa ti, the World Master on the seat closed his eyes. His overwheld head "cracked" and completely broke off, rolling to Su Ming’an’s feet.
Those eyes, identical to Su Wensheng’s, bloodshot, gazed deeply at Su Ming’an. As if questioning Su Ming’an—why not choose him?
Why not choose him? Why not choose him? Why not choose him?
Su Ming’an wanted to reach out and touch that head. The next instant, the door to the dreamscape closed before him, and that ghost-like deep gaze was cut off.
"Thump, thump, thump."
The heartbeat in his chest trembled endlessly. Su Ming’an held his chest, turned around, and saw Noel’s golden hair flowing ahead.
Now, he could only focus on Noel’s matters.
"Tap, tap, tap." The sound of the small leather boots’ high heels echoed as Noel continued to walk forward.
Sique’s dreamscape was filled with dreamlike colors: purple, blue, black... The sky was broken stars and an endless web of text, and beneath was deep black water. Transparent fish, athyst flying birds, petals dragging lines of stars were everywhere...
Whenever Su Ming’an ca to the dreamscape, he quickly found Sique’s tea table. But at this mont, following Noel, ahead was always deep darkness, never reaching the end.
"...I see, it’s an illusion realm maze." Noel paused and muttered to himself.
This was a defense chanism set by Sique at the dreamscape entrance, made by the Creation Domain. Unless the illusion realm is broken, there is no way to see Sique in person. Previously, when Su Ming’an entered dreams, Sique would actively remove the illusion realm, allowing Su Ming’an to et him directly. But facing the uninvited Noel, Sique wouldn’t remove the illusion realm.
As Noel stepped deeper, the surrounding scene began to change, gradually turning into an old room with rusty pipes, a dusty fireplace, and discarded drafts piled everywhere.
"Is this illusion realm asking to play an escape room?" Noel pushed the room door, unable to open it: "The Creator... really interesting."
Inside the room, it was quiet, with only Noel and the invisible Su Ming’an. Su Ming’an could clearly see Noel’s appearance—blue eyes clear, cheeks cold white, and his deanor neat, looking very awake and calm.
Noel looked around and quickly found a letter on the table.
...
["Record before Reset"]
[Author: Demily Olivius]
[Docunt Number: T-2112]
[Docunt Ti: Early First Epoch]
["...Very sorry, we have co to a regrettable answer."]
["Everett’s further perfecting of the ’Cosmic Heat Death Theory’ has finally been proven correct. Above our world, in the starry sky—high dinsions, it is said there is a group of indifferent deities facing the trouble of cosmic heat death."]
["The too rapid increase of entropy will eventually lead to the cosmos’s heat death."]
["We also gradually confird that the deity intent on destroying us—the Master of the End of All Things, is correct. The entropy increase rate of Luowasha has already far surpassed the cosmic average. If Luowasha continues to exist, the entire universe will be at risk."]
["—But because of such a reason, should we be led to death?"]
["Qiao once said, if an individual’s death threatens the safety of the collective, the individual should make way for the collective. From the big picture, this sentence has no problem. Facing many crises, we’ve indeed done so. After all, Luowasha is the ’collective,’ and each person in Luowasha is an ’individual.’ Even if the sacrifice falls upon my head, I would die for Luowasha, for my family and friends are here."]
["However, when at this mont, the whole of Luowasha becos an ’individual,’ and the vast universe becos the ’collective’—should we still make way for the ’collective’?"]
["...After three long etings, All Living Beings United, and the Nalan Court, along with 18,291,728,129 Luowasha people voted and reached a resolution."]
["—We are a bunch of ’selfish ghosts.’ Even if our survival would endanger the universe, we are unwilling to perish."]
["We may beco pests in the eyes of other civilizations, decaying wood, the mouse dropping in the pot of porridge, but we do not wish to beco cosmic dust. Our resistance may lack justice, but for every living individual in Luowasha, the continuation of civilization is the greatest aning."]
["Living is not a mistake."]
["Master of the End of All Things, we will resist to the last mont."]
["Luowasha declares war on you."]
...
Noel flipped the envelope to the back, and a key fell out.
He used this key to open the door, and it opened quickly.
"...Such a simple puzzle?" Noel left the room: "What a superficial solution."
He continued to walk forward, suddenly pausing.
Standing in front of him—a couple, with golden hair and blue eyes, handso and beautiful features.
They held a golden-haired infant in their arms.
"The research team called yesterday, saying they fancy our child. If we let them take him, we could get ten million dollars..." the woman said.
"Oh my, practically money for nothing." the man exclaid.
"Is this really okay? After all, he does call mom." the woman said.
"Anyway, we picked up this child, besides, it’s ten million dollars, just hand him over..." the man said.
As Noel approached them, their figures gradually faded.
Noel reached out to touch but encountered only air.
"Turns out to be a double illusion realm." Noel muttered to himself: "A story of Sique’s, and mine, alternating illusions... really aningless obstruction."
He walked forward, the purple-black road through the black water seeming endless.
Next, a projector ca into view, floating alone between the black water.
Noel reached out, and with a "click," he turned on the projector, and the image appeared.
...
["This is the 297th reset." The image showed a beautiful woman with red hair, calmly narrating to the cara. She sat against a pure white background, with a badge on her chest:]
["Ottilota, head of the third departnt of the Genesis Association, recording follows."]
["In the past 296 resets, we have been diligently seeking ways to avoid the Red Sun’s descent, and finally, we discovered that—it is almost impossible to defeat the High Dinsions."]
["We have always been resonating across vast distances, remotely reading the space-ti record bodies of other civilizations, to learn about the stories happening in those civilizations—among the records of a total of 133 other civilizations we read, 41 of them encountered an invasion by High Dinsions."]
["Outco: 40 perished, accounting for 97.5%. 1 victorious, accounting for 2.5%."]
["The only victorious civilization managed to drive away the High Dinsions by employing a dinsional shield called ’The Republic,’ relying on a millennium of accumulation and evasion across ten thousand world lines, coupled with an observation system nearly godlike in nature, surviving by sacrificing parts."]
["However, we cannot emulate this thod. Currently, we do not possess such conditions."]
["Therefore, we can only maintain the status quo for the ti being and continue the resets."]
["Unfortunately, the Master of the End of All Things has noticed our stalling strategy. His infiltration is getting deeper, and he has even learned to interfere with the narrative anchor points of Luowasha... This has resulted in a series of chaotic mory clips, filled with errors and disrupted identities and character breakdowns."]
["Virdodo, however, proposed that we could use these chaotic mory clips— to create a ’Luowasha 2.0’ version. If one day Lord Olivius tires of the resets and quits, the Luowasha people can temporarily hide in this 2.0 version."]
["But it’s obvious that this 2.0 version would be extrely chaotic and difficult to sustain for long, as it is constructed from faulty mory clips, far inferior to genuine Luowasha. Yet, through a vote by 134 researchers, we have incorporated it into the plan and nad it—"]
["Pirated Luowasha."]
[At this mont, another short-haired woman suddenly appeared on the screen, patting Ottilota’s shoulder: "Hey, sweetheart, what are you recording?"]
[Ottilota stopped narrating, helplessly turning her head to look at her: "Recording research logs. It’s a task assigned from above, it’s so annoying, it’s just like a weekly journal from school days."]
[The short-haired woman murmured: "Oh dear, are those old folks in the council indulging in formalism again? What’s the point of recording this kind of thing, will anyone see it hundreds of resets later? Soul lifespans are limited, by then we’ll both be long gone."]
[Ottilota patted her ssy hair: "Alright, don’t think so far ahead. I just finished recording, about that store you ntioned yesterday..."]
["Yes! The blueberry desserts there are super delicious, co with ..." The short-haired woman joyfully bead, reaching towards the cara.]
[With a "click," the screen ended.]
...
With a "click," the projector fell silent.
Noel didn’t care about that history, he calmly passed by the projector.
In Su Ming’an’s mind, thoughts were flowing ceaselessly—the "Pirated Luowasha" described by the female researcher in the image clearly was the precursor to the "Disciple Ga." It seems the Disciple Ga originated from chaotic ti streams, initially a backup option to protect the Luowasha people, eventually, over ti, it ended up in the hands of Boss Tu and the others, becoming a ga.
At this point, Noel stopped in his tracks again.
What followed was a part belonging to him.
At the end of a violet-black corridor, several children surrounded a little blond boy, and one slightly taller boy stretched out his hand, pushing the blond boy’s face into a puddle.
"Splash, splash..." The little blond boy struggled in the water, splashing it all over the other children, making them burst into laughter.
"He’s so annoying, acting like he’s the smartest in the whole world!"
"Yesterday the teacher praised him again, even used as a comparison, it’s so disgusting! Have you seen his body? Oh my, his back and chest are like churned-up pork..."
They repeatedly pressed and lifted the blond boy’s head, making splashing sounds, as his struggles grew weaker and weaker...
Noel stood calmly with crossed arms, watching this scene. He knew if he intervened, he would drown in the illusion realm, so he remained indifferent, as if it were soone else’s story.
The children’s figures gradually faded, and in the next scene, the blond boy quietly climbed over the fence at night, walked to a nearby stream, using a bamboo stick to turn the soil bit by bit. Then, he imitated soone else’s handwriting, wrote a letter, and slipped it into the dormitories of a few children.
The second night, those children went to the stream with the letter, while the blond boy slept peacefully. When he awoke, he received news of the children drowning at night.
Through examining the handwriting, fingerprints, and even surveillance of the letters in the children’s hands...everything pointed to another group of bullying children.
During routine interrogation, the blond boy displayed a sympathetic expression, wiping away tears sadly: "I had no idea they’d go to the stream at night, it’s so tragic."
He was too innocent, and no one suspected him. Instead, another group of bullies were considered suspects and taken away.
Seeing this scene, Su Ming’an vaguely realized—this illusion wasn’t only set up for Noel. Sique probably already discovered the invisible him, presenting a side of Noel’s past for him to see.
Noel took a few more steps, next appearing before him was a USB drive and a computer beside it.
He inserted the USB into the computer, a WORD docunt appeared on the screen.
...
["On the Initial Division of Labor for the Eden Plan"]
[Author: Sique]
[Docunt Number: WORLD-291]
[1. Establish an inspiration assessnt system to determine the hard standards required for book entry, selecting "book entry" candidates.]
[2. Perform Eden Location Formula calculations to ensure the coordinates are fluctuating, unfixed, and uncapturable.]
[3. Develop artificial ti authority to prevent Luowasha from heading toward so irrecoverable tragic endings.]
[4. Confirm the consistency of passwords, ensuring that when the ti for book entry cos, everyone can orderly state their passwords—currently planning to use a ballad format.]
[5. Complete the Twelve Stories.]
[(This docunt is encrypted, readable only by S-level and above.)]
[(Readers please sign here: Ian, Huan Jiala, Starfire, Najasha, Ocas, Moma...)]
...
Su Ming’an quickly read through it.
This docunt should be the initial setup of Sique’s Eden Plan. If Su Ming’an hadn’t arrived, Sique would have intended to create a small world with the Luowasha people, guiding everyone into his small world, ending the endless resets, and referring to entering the small world as "book entry."
The password, presumably, was a key for people to "enter the book" simultaneously.
The Twelve Stories were the twelve logical systems supporting the architecture of the small world.
"...Standards?" Su Ming’an’s gaze halted at the first line.
It seems, according to Sique’s plan, only those eting the "book entry" standards could enter his Eden. In other words... he didn’t intend to include those devoid of inspiration.
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