"[I saw the Lamb open the first of the seven seals, at that ti I heard one of the four creatures say in a voice like thunder: ’Co!’]"
"[I looked, and saw a white horse. Its rider held a bow, and after receiving the crown bestowed upon him, he went out conquering, and to conquer.]"
...
Su Jingtang still had a breath left, his eyes dim beneath the glasses, blood stained the delicate embroidery on him red.
"I heard you were born in Hongyun as a Night Watcher, upholding hope and beauty in all things?" Su Mianbao bent down: "Hongyun Country is the world where Father God resides... you really are lucky to have t Father God so early."
Su Jingtang made a hoarse and indistinct sound.
Su Mianbao leaned in close, hearing Su Jingtang’s voice almost muffled by blood:
"Lord..."
Even before death, he calls upon his lord, truly loyal.
"Puff," Su Mianbao reached out, extracting Su Jingtang’s heart, the bright red heart emanated a fatal allure.
Between the sa sources, there exists a strong allure. If one were to devour the other, they could evolve - it’s like in a card drawing ga, drawing many identical cards causes the card to evolve to the top tier. Luowasha’s recognition of the sa source is quite broad; Su Mianbao, Su Jingtang, Su Qing, Su Ming’an, Xiao Su, Su Wensheng, and even Su Rin are considered the sa source, and later whatever card Su Ming’an draws or Original creation he writes is also the sa source.
Like devouring a red apple, Su Mianbao directly swallowed the heart. This beastly, bloody and barbarous act made the hundred clansn behind her imnsely excited, raising wooden swords, shouting passionately.
In contrast, the hundred clansn behind Su Jingtang had faces of ashen white, hearts full of lancholy, legs trembling.
At this mont, Su Mianbao seed to sense sothing, suddenly turned her head.
——She saw Su Ming’an standing on the distant barren plains.
The youth’s white hair fluttered, his gaze like gold, as handso as a celestial deity. His robe as white as snow danced in the wind, resembling dove-like pale soft wings, standing alone like a deity watching over her from behind.
She couldn’t clearly see his expression, yet guessed he must indeed be happy.
Proud of her, favoring her.
She defeated the first enemy.
"Father God!" she cried, turned, mounted her horse, raised her whip——
The chestnut horse raised its forelegs, trudging over rolling green mud, leaving behind a stream of Y-shaped footprints, flowing across the plains, flowing up the hillside.
She waved her hand proudly, chest outstretched, like a child longing for praise, step by step approaching her elder.
Black hair swaying, lashes quivering, eyes blazing bright.
Father God also stepped forward, walking towards her.
——However, Father God’s face bore no smile.
Father God’s gaze fell on the plains, Su Jingtang’s desiccated corpse with chest cavity open, eyes dull.
The girl’s face slightly paused, she pulled the reins, stopped five paces away from Father God, the chestnut horse neighed.
"Hiss——!"
One step, two steps.
The girl dismounted, taking few steps to stand before Father God, lowered her head respectfully, revealing a smooth forehead. Like a knight longing to be decorated, humble and obedient.
"Father God, I have understood, you arranged the enemy for , surely to sharpen . Bla my shallow insight earlier, for thinking you withdrew your love for ."
"Now, as your lamb, I have completed the first trial assigned by you. This second trial——to kill Su Qing, I will also complete it sooner or later, to prove my excellence to you."
"I will await your third trial, please do not hesitate to sharpen your lamb."
She bowed down, her soft black hair touched his spotless shoe:
"... Your lamb belongs to you forever, will always manage this tranquil pen for you."
Her face was vividly red, Su Jingtang’s blood fell from her forehead, nose, chin. The taste of the iron blood filled the air, her eyes only held fanatic joy.
A gentle brushing sensation ca from the shoe, like the fluff of a kitten.
Su Ming’an stood in place, chilled to the bone.
...
"[When the Lamb opened the second seal, I heard the second creature say: ’Co!’ This ti a red horse appeared, its rider was granted authority and a great sword, to take peace from the earth, causing people to kill one another.]"
...
Qi Zhou pushed open the door to the World Lord’s Palace.
"Creak——"
The fragrance of wisteria wafted in, at the deepest part of the magnificent palace, sat the headless corpse of the World Master on the throne.
Because he died with his throat cut, the World Master’s blood splattered everywhere, the head rolled on the ground, golden eyes died aggrieved.
Seeing the World Master’s corpse, Qi Zhou’s expression drastically changed.
Subsequently, he gasped and inhaled rapidly, wanting to laugh out all the shock and delight:
"Ha... ah-hahaha...? Su Wenjun! You’re dead? You’re dead!???"
He rushed forward, grabbed the World Master’s head, shaking it:
"I knew you, this damned brutal butcher who deserves a thousand cuts—would eventually be killed by the righteous! No matter who killed you! I finally waited for this day, finally!"
He did not know what happened here. He originally ca for a routine report. He was the World Master’s subordinate, reporting weekly about the gods’ affairs.
anwhile, he was also the "child" of the World Master—Sique created the World Master, and the World Master created him. Although Sique recognized him, Sique actually counted as of the grandfather generation.
The World Master couldn’t escape Sique’s shadow, and Qi Zhou couldn’t escape the World Master’s shadow. Even the World Master shifted all the resentnt and unwillingness towards Sique onto Qi Zhou. Like a feudal patriarch, the World Master wouldn’t allow Qi Zhou to leave too far, wouldn’t allow Qi Zhou to make other friends, wouldn’t even allow Qi Zhou to speak too many words to others, only allowed Qi Zhou to stay within visible range, always monitoring Qi Zhou.
During the Disciple Ga, every word Qi Zhou spoke to Su Ming’an was also seen by the World Master.
"You finally... finally...!!" Like a beast freed from its cage, Qi Zhou roared with delight. His shadow finally disappeared, the World Master was finally dead.
He finally beca the second best-looking person in the world.
After ten minutes of jubilant dancing, Qi Zhou cald down, decided to use the World Master’s head as a football, beginning a solo, thrilling soccer match celebrating the future free life.
Just as he was about to kick off, from the hall entrance unexpectedly ca a voice:
"... Qi Zhou, Your Highness, please show so restraint."
A man with blond hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a golden chain around his ear and dressed in a snow-white sacrificial robe, walked in slowly, his eyes shining like a red ruby, radiant and glowing.
"Hui Chi!?" Qi Zhou’s face was full of disbelief: "Weren’t you killed by the World Master for offending him?"
Hui Chi placed his right hand on his heart: "I received the lake’s blessing from the Goddess of Life in my early years. My body is undying. The World Master cutting into eight pieces was rely a minor punishnt. My reckless brother is still alive; how can I go ahead of him?"
Qi Zhou’s pupils shook.
"...Qi Zhou." From the other side, the voice of the World Master ca.
A young man with purple hair and a silver mask languidly walked out from the back hall, his golden eyes indifferent: "Co over."
The World Master wasn’t dead either.
The World Master, sitting for a thousand years, retained mory through thousands of resets, with countless ans of self-preservation. He couldn’t have been killed by Noel with a single strike.
Qi Zhou seed to lose all strength. It turned out that freedom was always a joke.
The World Master walked to the throne, frowned at the blood on the throne.
Hui Chi imdiately ca over, using the pure white clothes on him to wipe clean the blood on the seat, ensuring it was spotless. Only then did the World Master sit leisurely, propping his chin with one hand, yawning:
"...Co over."
A habit cultivated since childhood told Qi Zhou that if he didn’t respond, when the World Master’s patience ran out, sothing extrely terrifying would happen.
Qi Zhou trembled instinctively, like a puppet on strings, walking stiffly to the World Master.
"You’ve always been my most satisfactory character, Qi Zhou. Unlike Sique, from the past until now, you’ve always been my most satisfactory character." The World Master smiled, patting Qi Zhou’s face.
Qi Zhou said softly, "The Creator’s hypocrisy."
"How can you say that? I’ve always worked hard to nurture you. Without my support, you wouldn’t have won the first championship of the Disciple Ga." The World Master raised an eyebrow.
"—Digging pits for those around , watching them die one by one, just because you don’t want to know too many strangers—is this what you call nurturing?" Qi Zhou couldn’t help but roar in anger:
"Don’t give birth if you can’t raise! Don’t raise if you can’t support!"
"In your most destitute tis, you wrote out. Couldn’t afford to buy food, couldn’t afford to buy clothes. You often got into fights, brawls, gambles outside, making eat trash in the slums, yet you wanted to succeed and help you out of trouble! What were you thinking when you wrote !? Were you hoping to hit the jackpot? Living in poverty yourself, relying on an OC to help you rise in class?"
"A cow shouldn’t write another little cow! Did you ask my opinion before writing ?"
"You say you painstakingly saved for etiquette classes, isn’t it because you hope I’d climb the nobility and take you to heights? You talk about gratitude, taking care of you. Isn’t it because you see as your guaranteed retirent workforce?"
"What do you see your characters as? Independent lives? Or extensions of your will? Expressions of your desire to share? An escape from loneliness? The life you long for? Your fragnted dreams? Your unreachable desires?"
"Later you finally succeeded, controlling like a ghost. Didn’t allow freedom, didn’t allow to return late, only allowed to walk on paths you arranged, haunting eternally. How do you expect to be grateful to you!?"
Qi Zhou had endured for far too long.
Thought he was finally free, only for the World Master to haunt him again.
What he didn’t say was—he too wrote a character nad "Fa Yue," but he’s never interfered in this person’s life. Even so, he discovered that Fa Yue’s every action bore his marks.
To what extent could one be said to have free will?
The Creator indeed was a villain, trying to control everyone, yet trapped by reality and experience, making characters suffer, struggle, and be confused—the sa was true for both the World Master and Sique.
The World Master listened, his eyes appearing as if light clouds were dwelling in them.
He leaned on the statue of the God of Inspiration, purple hair cascading over white stone, hands clasped together.
After pondering a mont, he spoke, his voice very light:
"From the beginning to the end, it’s always been this way."
"Listen to the words of the ’high-rank’, follow the settings, and you’ll gain love and perfection."
"Disobey the ’high-rank’s arrangents, go against the settings, and trying to pursue freedom will have you judged as ooc (Out Of Character), despised and criticized by others."
"The ’high-rank’ is never to be questioned. No matter whether this relationship between ’high-rank’ and ’low-positioned’ is Creator and character, strong and weak, emperor and commoner, leader and subordinate, teacher and student, or parent and child. This relationship must always be respected."
"Humans love only a fixed stereotype, connected with many concrete images, constantly accompanied by every word and action."
"If deviated from, you’ll encounter trouble; if resisted, you’ll lose love."
"To be loyal, you must bow. To be evil, you must be void of goodwill. To be cunning, you must be flawless. To be mature, you must abandon childlike stature."
"The world itself is like a huge book. People say stories are products of dramatic processing, yet the world even more follows certain hidden rules, like an unchangeable setting—elders must be respected, juniors must be humble, worldly matters must be deftly handled, hidden rules must be acknowledged but remain unspoken, or else be seen as ooc... or, to use a more appropriate word, ’deviance’."
"Just like you, Qi Zhou. You must be obedient."
The World Master spread his hands, golden pupils extrely still. It was as if he spoke to Qi Zhou, but it was also like he spoke to himself.
Sique and the World Master, the World Master and Qi Zhou, Qi Zhou and Fa Yue... every "self" wishes to create another "self," forming an endless chain of "self" iterations.
The essence of Genesis, the millennia-old desire for reproduction embedded in human bloodlines, there is no difference.
Equally private, equally autonomous, equally domineering.
"Because." The World Master stated plainly:
"You are my ’child’."
"I am your ’Father God’."
Qi Zhou, in a breakdown, roared and drew a longsword with a "swish," pointing it at the World Master:
"—No!"
"I don’t acknowledge! You’ve never been my Father God, and I’m not your child!!"
...
"[When the third seal was broken, I heard the third living creature say, ’Co!’ I looked and saw a black horse, and its Knight held a pair of scales in his hand.]"
...
"You are my Father God, and I am your loyal child... I admire you forever." Su Mianbao hugged Su Ming’an from behind, his voice soft.
Su Ming’an trembled.
His heartbeat accelerated, his shoulders shook, and the places being touched burned as if on fire.
He wasn’t afraid of Su Mianbao, but of this feeling of losing control, like suddenly stepping into a pit in water—at this mont, he realized that this was how his mother Lin Wang’an felt.
What was in the palm beca a knife stabbing outward.
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