"As for what happened later, you already know. Due to the ergence of the Creation System, Luowasha’s feature blood like a hundred flowers, and it wasn’t purified by the Cosmic Cat."
"But it also brought about disasters from excessive developnt."
"The Cosmic Entropy Destruction Law—the Master of the End of All Things has set sights on us."
Hearing this, Su Ming’an felt helpless: "It’s really hard to stay alive. Without features, we’ll be devoured by the cat; with too many features, we’ll be targeted by the entropy law."
Sique shook his head: "It’s truly Luowasha that’s too chaotic. A few worldviews are fine, but with a few million creators’ worldviews cramd together, the rate of entropy increase is extrely terrifying."
At this mont, Sique suddenly sensed sothing and turned his head—the sight of a white figure appeared among the black waters.
Black braids fluttering, dressed in a snow-like white robe, an indifferent expression, golden eyes silent.
—Cloud City God.
Not Su Rin; Su Rin’s gaze isn’t like this.
Sique’s brow furrowed slightly, his forefinger pressing against the feather pen, his posture sowhat defensive: "... This dream of mine is really popular; another uninvited guest has arrived."
The Cloud City God stood indifferently, only looking at Su Ming’an: "Su Ming’an, I still rember."
Concise and succinct. The Cloud City God rembered everything that happened last ti.
"Where’s Su Rin?" Su Ming’an asked.
The Cloud City God’s eyes moved slightly and nodded: "I am here."
Su Ming’an corrected: "I’m not talking about you... I an the Su Rin I’m familiar with, the one drawn from you?"
The Cloud City God’s eyes showed slight confusion.
Su Ming’an recalled that in order to hold back the World Tree, Su Rin and the Cloud City God had fused. Could it be that the fusion state hasn’t been lifted yet?
At this point, Sique spoke: "This uninvited guest, Mr. Lighthouse and I have important matters to discuss. Please excuse us for a mont. There are many books nearby; feel free to browse and pass the ti."
The Cloud City God said nothing, turned and walked to the bookshelf, picked up a book, and began casually leafing through it without disturbing them.
Su Ming’an, sharp-eyed, saw the book title, seemingly ’Plano’s Navigation Journal’, which should be from a civilization with a na similar to Pulaya. Sique really did have all kinds of books here.
"... Now, back to the main topic." Sique waved the feather pen, writing words in the air.
...
[Que’s Glossary]
[① Ti Concept: The Chain of Ti Stories. Ti is ford in blocks, divided by "nodes", continued by "logic", and anchored by "choice" to determine a unique ti, becoming an established fact. The essence of the world is "one anchor and the next anchor", "one mory clip and the next mory clip".]
[② World Book: Substantiate, visualize, and textualize the "possibility" of the world. Simplify from complexity, reducing from a three-dinsional to a one-dinsional plane, cut into sections of text Chapters. Contains millions of mory clips, can be combined at any ti to form a novel world.]
[③ Creation: Essentially, the significance of creation is a kind of "future positioning". The pen is a diating tool of positioning, allowing the things that flash through your mind to be positioned from the future, becoming a fixed module (mory clip), imprinted into reality.]
[④ Disciple Ga: In the universe, similar concepts will compete, with one being eliminated. The Disciple Ga, as a pirated ga, relies on this rule, striving to create more perfect instances to encompass the World Ga. The advantage of pirated versions lies in the ability to infinitely copy and paste, deploying into the universe, advancing ahead of the World Ga’s devastation of the next civilization for occupancy.]
[⑤ Creation System: Preliminary judgnt is that the Creation System erged because the World Tree distributed the Authority of the "creation" planet to every person in Luowasha, returning the hope of self-rescue to the people.]
...
Sique raised his hand.
A book glowing with golden light appeared in his palm.
In an instant, it seed as if only Su Ming’an and Sique were left in the world.
The black water roared, waves surged up, almost swallowing them. Su Ming’an felt as if he too had beco words, standing amidst boundless white paper, with ink slowly dripping from his head, chin, chest, limbs, dripping gently into the water.
"Splash, splash, splash—" a gentle sound arose.
Under the glimring blue Star Field, fish grazed past Sique’s fingertips. His gaze fell, his eyes reflecting complex emotions, as if he was witnessing sothing he had long protected and cherished being sent away.
"World Book..." Su Ming’an’s heartbeat quickened.
The na of the World Book was widely renowned.
Even when he first entered Luowasha, he had heard of this legendary treasure.
...
["Rumor has it that before Sique disappeared, he used all his Spiritual Energy and Wisdom to create a treasure known as the [World Book]. Whoever owns the [World Book] will touch the deepest mysteries of the world and understand all truths," Lü Shu explained.]
["Sique had once written twelve of the most perfect stories. It is said that each story revealed the past and future of the world, guided by the Supre Lord, carrying profound significance. Whoever comprehends all of the [Twelve Stories] will obtain the [World Book] and beco the next power holder of the world."]
...
Su Ming’an once thought that such a treasure would require him to cut through thorns and endure tribulations to obtain.
Never did he expect that a super lazy bird would just hand the treasure to him like that.
The World Book contains millions of mory clips, capable of altering Luowasha’s history. For example, moving the Second Industrial Revolution before the First Industrial Revolution; ti in Luowasha is block-like, its sequence can be changing freely.
Having this thing indeed equates to becoming a power holder of the world.
"Mr. Lighthouse, I can’t accompany you anymore." Sique, holding the book with both hands, walked to Su Ming’an amidst the endless black ink.
"No longer a guide, no longer a pioneer, nor soone competing with you for the spotlight. You’ve beco the sole protagonist of Luowasha, no longer will I, The Original, steal the scene from you."
"You can rest assured, no one will buzz in your ear again."
"Go and write... your own story."
The book glowed with golden light, making Sique’s face look even paler.
Su Ming’an felt a slight pain in his heart, his voice sowhat choked: "... I will rember you, Sique Olivius."
Sique showed a hint of surprise.
Then, as if he thought of sothing, he glanced at the Ring of Ti on Su Ming’an’s finger, and laughed: "Mr. Lighthouse, what are you thinking?! Hahaha, hahaha hahaha... You don’t think I’m about to die, do you?"
Su Ming’an rarely saw Sique with such a joyful expression. Considering everything as inspiration, difficult to empathize, Sique hadn’t genuinely smiled for a long ti.
Su Ming’an was also bewildered: "Huh?"
He had already begun to feel sad, feeling almost in reminiscence mode... Didn’t expect Sique wasn’t going to die?
"Sorry, sorry... too many farewells, my tone might have sounded like a last word." Sique shook his head with a smile, suddenly becoming serious:
"Mr. Lighthouse, Su Ming’an."
Sique finally called him by his full na.
Thousands of mory clips gradually erged around them, reflecting the lives of billions.
"I entrust the World Book to you," Sique said:
"If I encounter an accident or can never awaken again... you will beco the next ’Luowasha Great Artist.’
If you are unwilling to take on this responsibility, you can pass the World Book to soone you trust."
"May you... triumph."
Su Ming’an extended his hand, feeling the solid weight between his palms.
Sique’s fingers slowly released, and finally, the last finger left the World Book.
The golden eyes closed briefly, concealing a trace of regret.
...
"Ding-dong!"
[You have obtained the "World Book (Gold Level)"!]
[From now on, you can freely alter the arrangent of Luowasha’s mory clips.]
[The power holder must bear great responsibility, the lives of the twenty-seven Gods, and ten million two thousand and three hundred people are in your palms, please proceed with caution.]
...
As if it weighed a thousand pounds in his hand.
"Co, lift the pen." Sique raised the feather pen.
Su Ming’an mimicked the action, raising the feather pen.
Where the tip was aid, unfolded a dazzling array of mory clips, numbering over five million.
"These are all the key mory clips of Luowasha, each representing a crucial historical node," Sique said: "But you don’t need this much detail, you can say: ’Open catalog mode.’
Su Ming’an said: "Open catalog mode."
In the next mont, over a million mory clips rged together, gradually solidifying into 1389 mory clips.
"This is a more condensed presentation. Just now was a micro-adjustnt, this is a macro adjustnt," Sique said: "But it’s still too detailed, you should say: ’Open the simplest mode.’
"Open the simplest mode," Su Ming’an said.
In the next mont, 1389 mory clips rged together, transforming into 12 mory clips.
From front to back, they are: [Chapter One: Planet Migration], [Chapter Two: Dark Era], [Chapter Three: Genesis Ignorance], [Chapter Four: Golden Wheat Ear], [Chapter Five: Lighthouse Jellyfish and Sunfish], [Chapter Six: Independence War], [Chapter Seven: The Day of God’s Fall], [Chapter Eight: War of Eden], [Chapter Nine: Prosperous Era of Gods], [Chapter Ten: Under the World Tree], [Chapter Eleven: Black Water Dream], [Chapter Twelve: Dream Weaving Elegy].
"...Wow."
This overview is quite striking, it truly feels like reading a book.
No wonder they say Luowasha feels like a book.
Su Ming’an clicked [Chapter Eleven: Black Water Dream], instantly, a flood of information rushed into his mind—Sique waking, sleeping, waking, sleeping in the black water, vivid colors assaulting his brain.
"Be careful," Sique imdiately grasped Su Ming’an’s wrist, bringing him back to clarity: "Do not casually read these mory clips, they are too vast, containing thousands of years of narrative. Your life is too brief, it could easily be overshadowed. You wouldn’t want to beco like the Deity Ming’an."
Su Ming’an steadied his head, indicating he was fine.
These enormous mory clips, like reels of film, floated before them.
Countless shadows overlapped, spreading into a two-dinsional plane.
The vast sea of images and text, like insects in amber, condensed within each clip.
All redemption and destruction, rebirth and death, greatness and humility, joy and grief... all squeezed into these twelve mory clips. In organized arrangent, they beco frozen reality.
"It’s almost like... books." Su Ming’an’s gaze swept around, he felt his heartbeat quicken, the truth of the world laid bare before him.
Sique showed him the three presentation modes of mory clips, like different book concepts.
These 12 mory clips resemble the 12 volus of a book.
Presented in more detail, becoming 1389 mory clips, like the 1389 Chapters of a book.
Presented in even greater detail, becoming over five million mory clips, like the over five million words of a book.
—Volus, Chapters, word count.
No wonder they say Luowasha feels like a book.
It gathers every detail of the over ten million lives, each person’s journey.
"Where we stand is the eleventh Chapter, within the Fourth Epoch," Sique pointed to [Chapter Eleven: Black Water Dream]: "And [Chapter Four: Golden Wheat Ear] describes my story in the Second Epoch. If you switch the order of [Chapter Eleven: Black Water Dream] and [Chapter Four: Golden Wheat Ear], a magical result occurs—"
"At that ti, who would be teaching you wouldn’t be , but the previous bearer of the World Book. And I suppose I’d be napping in the wheat field."
"Everything would undergo terrifying and unpredictable transformations... therefore, unless it’s life-threatening, I don’t recomnd swapping such large mory clips. I advise using the initial presentation mode for micro-adjustnts instead."
"Alright." With Su Ming’an’s operation, the mory clips returned to the presentation mode of over five million, because of the abundant quantity, each mory clip’s narrative would be minimal, convenient for micro-adjustnts.
Without Sique’s words, Su Ming’an found a series of mory clips closest to them.
...[Clip 5531028: Noel, from now on, we are no longer companions], [Clip 5531029: I made an eternal promise with Spring], [Clip 5531030: "Noel Agnini"], [Clip 5531031: The text is complete], [Clip 5531032: Cosmic Cat Study], [Clip 5531033: Compose your own story (current location)]...
"We are just on this one," Sique pointed to the last clip.
"Turns out mory clips automatically update." Su Ming’an leaned in to see: "This is our last mory clip."
"Indeed." Sique coughed a few tis: "The World Tree automatically records everything happening, forming mory clips in real-ti, automatically integrating them into the World Book for my use."
At that mont, Su Ming’an saw new mory clips forming, like a budding sprout.
This beautiful glass-like object gradually solidified at the end of the over five million pieces of glass.
"What’s this?" Su Ming’an touched it, feeling its icy texture.
"It’s a new mory clip being automatically generated," Sique explained: "Each mory clip has limited capacity. This indicates that where we currently stand on this mory clip: [Clip 5531033: Go Compose Your Own Story], has reached its final word."
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