"Sique, it’s been a long ti." Boss Rabbit approached, tone familiar.
Su Ming’an widened his eyes.
...Boss Rabbit?
Sique’s ti authority can only affect Luowasha, not the universe, so no matter how many tis Luowasha has been reset, universe ti proceeds normally. If considering the extre scenario, assuming each Luowasha reset requires two eras (about 4000 years), and Sique rewinds about 100 tis in each Luowasha reset, then 4000 years * 12300 tis of major reset * 100 tis of minor reset = 4,920,000,000 years.
So, conservatively estimated, this scene could have occurred 4.9 billion years ago in universe ti, even before Zhai Xing was born.
The Boss Rabbit in front looked particularly fresh, the greasy accent not yet ford.
"Sique, I ca to Luowasha today because I want to invite you to beco the second organizer." Boss Rabbit showed a sincere expression, which was particularly valuable on its face: "Since I t you, you’ve given a lot of suggestions to improve the world ga. I hope you can beco my true friend. Walk the universe with ."
Su Ming’an nearly choked.
Such sincere Boss Rabbit... really strong contrast.
When Sique ran away from the laboratory at 7, Boss Rabbit saved Sique. Perhaps this rabbit was too lonely, or Sique’s charm value was too high, the two beca friends.
At this ti, the world ga should just be starting, relying entirely on Boss Rabbit to improve it. Over the years, Sique has proposed so suggestions, and Boss Rabbit gladly accepted them.
"If you don’t speak, I’ll assu you agree to join." Boss Rabbit smiled:
"The world ga can accommodate a maximum of twelve organizers, now I occupy the first position."
"However, since you are a Luowasha person and still young, you probably don’t want to leave ho too soon. When you want to co, just let know."
"I’ll always keep the second seat for you. No matter who I take in later, the second seat will always be reserved for you."
...The second seat.
Su Ming’an’s heart skipped a beat.
The second seat that never appeared... was Sique?
"Bound by the rules, I can’t leave the world ga for too long, must go first." Boss Rabbit nodded: "See you next ti, my friend."
...
"...Pull the tie to the right side... alright."
In the changing room, Si Hua was tying a knot for Su Ming’an.
Su Ming’an’s green hair was tied into a ponytail, hanging down his back, wearing a black and white tuxedo, with its two forked tails dyed in gradient blue. Even with green hair, it still drew attention.
Only a real sister would habitually despise her younger brother.
"...Really a useless person in life, can’t do anything, even needs your big sister to tie a knot." Si Hua muttered, glanced outside the door: "So noisy, I bet a few streets are crowded. If you marry the princess, it’s just like joining the royal family, there’ll only be left at ho holding the fort."
"I need to correct one thing." Su Ming’an said: "I probably have no feelings for the princess."
"Okay, okay." Si Hua shrugged: "...Sister won’t persuade you, as long as you live happily. Sister knows you prefer paper people, then live with paper people all your life, what’s the big deal? Raising a dog even wags its tail at you, raising a child might be so rebellious it makes you vomit blood, might even swallow you whole!"
What she ant by "swallow whole" referred to children draining their parents’ savings, but Su Ming’an understood it literally, thinking of Su Mianbao, feeling deeply, nodding repeatedly.
"Alright, how does it look?" Si Hua finished tying the knot.
Su Ming’an looked in the mirror. To his dismay, his green hair was still attractive, even giving him an elves-like vibe.
"You... are much more skilled than your big sister." Si Hua looked at the dignified Su Ming’an: "The concept of Genesis has just erged, seems tailor-made for you. Perhaps, you could beco a truly great person in the future."
"Sister is also great."
"Haha, really? Even soone like , no matter how great, might not leave a na in history. But you... you probably can leave your na."
"If sister wants to leave a na, I’ll help."
"Forget it. I don’t want to leave a na as ’Sique’s sister’, ’Sique’s relative’ as a re accessory. To make a na that stands through the ages, leave one’s accomplishnts squarely!" Si Hua looked out the window, gazing at the steam airship she loved imnsely: "I also will... strive not to lose to you. Little brother."
She suddenly raised her right fist:
"—One day!"
Su Ming’an lifted his head.
He didn’t have a sister, but felt a blood-thicker-than-water closeness. If he were born in Luowasha, Si Hua might also be his real sister.
"...One day?" Su Ming’an mimicked her.
Si Hua’s golden eyes glead, cheering herself, shouting:
"One day—Si Hua, Sique, our nas will stand on the peak of mountains!"
"Little brother, whatever you want to do, shout it out loud! Otherwise, life is too bitter, wishes might be forgotten!"
"I don’t want to beco a numb adult, forgetting youthful ideals in day-after-day work! I want to say it out loud—I, Si Hua, will beco a renowned engineer for all eternity!!"
Her voice echoed resoundingly, as if reverberating through the valley, full of ardor and anticipation.
Under her encouraging gaze, Su Ming’an couldn’t retreat, he waved his right fist, raised his voice slightly:
"I, S... Su Ming’an."
He wanted to say his own na.
"Louder, can’t hear it!" Si Hua shouted.
"I... Su Ming’an." Su Ming’an raised his voice a bit more.
"Even louder!"
"I, I will definitely... definitely go ho!"
He didn’t say what he wanted to beco.
What needed to be done, the duties to be fulfilled, were done. He beca soone he wouldn’t regret.
Now, what he thought was his true heart’s desire.
"Su Ming’an?" Si Hua scratched her head, didn’t question further, after all, Sique often did strange things, it wasn’t the first ti he claid to be so "Su Ming’an."
She just used her warm palm to wrap his fist, placing it before her lips, softly blew so air.
"This is Luowasha’s wishing ritual—after wishing, place your fist before your mouth and blow a breath of air."
"In this way, invisible good fortune will descend upon us."
They looked out together.
The sky was a deep blue, and it seed as if stars were reflected in my sister’s eyes.
...
...
"...Is that the recent rising star and dark horse, Sique?"
"...So handso."
"...A bumpkin from nowhere, climbing the family ladder via Qiao, I think his writing is just average."
"...It’s probably his looks that attract fans."
At the book signing event, when you appeared, you were showered with countless praises, along with so unfriendly glances.
Calmly, you sat down and signed book after book.
"...I, I really love your ’Jellyfish’s Way Ho,’ I really like the kind butterflies and the mysterious rabbit in it..." A shy girl handed you a book.
’Jellyfish’s Way Ho’ is the first story you published, with the protagonist being a jellyfish draped in a red cloak, who unexpectedly drifted to a strange land, and thus carried an oil lamp through the forest, step by step towards the sea, towards ho. Along the way, he encounters twelve animals of different temperants, experiencing various adventures. Since it’s serialized, you haven’t decided on the jellyfish’s final ending yet.
"...Will the Red Cloak Boy successfully return ho?" a boy full of expectation handed over his book.
"Maybe?" you replied as you signed.
"...Mai Zique, will you write another story?" a middle-aged woman with a flushed face asked.
"Maybe?" you continued signing.
"...Can you write a note for ? Just write ’Wish Shasha success in the exams’..." a female student said shyly.
"Sure." A smile appeared at the corner of your mouth.
So being loved is such a joyful thing.
Listening to their sincere praise, you felt a long-lost happiness. It’s like a child experiencing success for the first ti, feeling their life’s value affird.
A story that can bring people joy, resonance, and emotion is enough to make you not feel regret. The tedious creative process, exhausting late nights, burning your own efforts... seemingly have a return.
But you can’t ignore the negative voices.
"...I feel it shouldn’t be written this way, it’s wrong here!" A young man in line pointed out all the places he found unreasonable with righteous indignation, saying excitedly: "With so many loopholes, what kind of Creator are you? Go ho and drink milk!"
"You feel?" You glanced at the part he pointed out, and said indifferently: "Unfortunately, you felt wrong; these have corresponding explanations."
"...How co you’ve achieved such great success at such a young age?" A middle-aged man in line said coldly: "I don’t believe you’re just this young, your age must be a disguise! There are quite a few face-changing props in Luowasha, who knows under whose vest you are, deliberately marketing the image of a youthful genius here!"
"..." You smiled, not arguing back, watching him leave. His emotions were extrely intense, as if he had firmly believed in this reasoning, directly passing judgnt on you in his mind.
"...There must be a team behind you, otherwise, how could you beco so popular in the Royal City?" In line, a young girl pointed at you, finger-pointing away: "Why are there so many people promoting you? Giving you portraits? You’re just utilizing your appearance, marketing within fan circles! The fan circle does bring money in!"
"..." You rested your chin on your hand, non-committal.
In this post-truth era, people don’t care about correctness itself, or the truth itself; they care more about whether the "truth" stands on their side.
If it does, they will accept it calmly, boast about it, and fully endorse it. If not, they will cover their ears or use even more bizarre logic to explain the perceived truth, thereby sidestepping the actual truth to avoid embarrassnt.
Indulging in the fervor of ignorance, constantly regurgitating self-determined truths, unilaterally assigning "cris" on others, as if this alone could make oneself appear more awake.
By continuously deepening the pleasure and hatred of judging others within internal small circles, unity among the group grows, thus believing they are completely innocent and flawless - many groups adhere to this governing thod, gradually causing individuals to lose clear cognition.
Besides, so individuals willingly imrse themselves in the joy of judgnt, spreading their nature recklessly based on rumors, refusing to face the complete truth.
After the signing event ended, you arrived at the banquet hall—an evening party held by Princess Aisudani.
Many creators gathered together, toasting and exchanging drinks.
You didn’t originally want to participate in such occasions, as creators just need to focus on their creation. Why engage in aningless socializing? But your Royal City classmate Yongchun tugged at your sleeve, speaking in a low voice:
"These are so very famous senior literary figures; so started creating forty years before you. If you could receive one or two words of praise from them, it would benefit your future. If you could collaborate, your reputation would greatly improve again."
You felt puzzled: "Creators should concentrate on creating, why bother with this?"
"Oh co on." Yongchun waved his hand: "Genuinely lofty great artists have long starved! No connections, no resources, no platform, no promotion, then you are nothing! No matter how well you write, can you always write well? After finishing this book, who knows about the next one. You need to maintain your fa sohow, don’t you?"
"Quality is enough." You said.
"Heh heh." Yongchun shook his head: "It’s no longer the era of ’good wine needs no bush’. In Luowasha, without promotion, it just doesn’t work. Your book just happened to ride the trend, now people quite like reading your kind of casual adventure stories, but once the trend fades, will they still like you? Look at those great artists who were well-known ten years ago, how many are still famous now?"
You thought carefully, it seed indeed the case.
However, you are still young, you hope to have the capital not to compromise.
"Quick, go, mix and get familiar faces." Yongchun said lowly to you.
"I won’t." You shook your glass of Mai juice and went straight to the corner to flaunt the desserts.
In the center of the dance floor, so nobles were flaunting seniority, the predecessors showing off their experience.
At this mont, you noticed a shadow falling in front of you, looked up and saw a girl with long blonde hair, wearing a veil.
"...Shh, I’m Aisudani." The girl’s lively eyes blinked.
"Princess?" You said: "Your Highness, why is the princess coming to the corner in disguise?"
"I should ask you that." Aisudani sat beside: "This party was held by for you, inviting so many senior predecessors. Normally, newcors would ingratiate with smiles, flatter a few words, say sothing like ’Oh, I’m just a newcor, the predecessors’ stories are better’, or ’Thanks for the guidance, senior’. Why didn’t you go?"
You said: "Does the princess expect to do so?"
Aisudani snorted softly: "Ever since a week ago, the World Tree established Genesis Level, categorizing creators into SS, S, A, B, C, D, E, F levels. People spontaneously started a disdain chain, lower grades must yield to higher grades, even publishing tis have to be humbly avoided. You give no face at all."
You were surprised: "Is this true? How to check one’s level?"
Aisudani said: "No need to think; initially, everyone is F-level, only so renowned seniors could quickly reach E-level, right..."
Soon, you opened the [Creator Panel], glanced down.
...
[Creator Level: C-level]
...
Oh.
So the world really does favor you.
It turns out you indeed have the capital not to compromise.
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