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Chapter 1268: "Kill the World Tree."

"Here you go, Mr. Lighthouse." Si Que tilted his palm.

……

[You have obtained (Sima Que's Feather Pen).]

[Si Que's Feather Pen: From now on, you can "rewrite" your story. ]

……

The moment he held the pen, Su Mingan felt as if a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind.

The dark blue whale passed by him, bringing with it the breath of summer sunshine. The lush green hanging from the ceiling, the green waves flowed in the fragrance of wisteria.

He felt like he was floating, his inspiration was flowing, his five senses were sensitive, and he seemed to be able to turn this room into an ocean in an instant, or a forest, or moonlight, a sea of ​​stars, or tall buildings...

"I am the Supreme Creator."

Si Que also floated up, still holding a teacup, and even though there was no seat under him, he still sat upright in the air. Macron and mousse and other desserts floated, like the tea party in Alice's dream.

"With enough imagination, I can make the apple float in the air." He smiled. The apple began to dance like a fairy.

"I can turn the forest into the sky." On the ceiling, lush green branches and leaves hang down in clumps, like an upside-down forest.

"I can make whales coexist with the ground." The dark blue whale brushed against their backs, making short buzzing sounds.

"I can make flames dance in the rain." On the ground, green flames danced in the pink rain.

"I can turn everything I like into the color I want." He spread out his hands, with no pride on his face, only a smile:
"The romance of Lovasa lies in the most magical Creator, which is the characteristic of our civilization."

"The romance of the creator lies in breaking the rules."

He raised his hand, and a paint tray was poured into his palm, instantly dyeing it with thick colors -

In an instant, whales swam into the forest, stars fell into the waves, and flames slept on the seabed.

“It’s not just about writing a story, it’s about…[creating things that don’t seem to exist].”

"Make gravity disappear, make miracles happen, make wingless birds fly into the sky, and make hell into heaven."

“So that two iron balls no longer fall to the ground at the same time, so that a kilogram of cotton and a kilogram of iron no longer weigh the same.”

“Make reality become ideal, make the impossible become possible.”

"Its essence is like the authority of the Word Spirits of the old days, but it is more romantic and freer than the Word Spirits."

In Su Mingan's palm, the feather pen glowed slightly.

Si Que floated in the air and stretched out one hand towards him.

The wings moved slightly in his flowing purple hair, brushing against the floating apples and oranges:
"So, if you want to follow my path, then use the Creator's method..."

"To 'rewrite' the story set by the world game."

"Using this power that is close to the authority of the Word Spirit..."

"——Kill the Savior Script."

……

Rovatha, surface plane, Lochalsh Parish.

"A long, long time ago, in our Second Era... after Saint Feliude was occupied by the Gunang Empire, Nancy Humphrey, a philosopher from the Bana family, practiced asceticism in the sun for three thousand days and nights, and received a merciful glance from the Radiant Mother Goddess.

“He sent down the first scriptures, enabling confused humans to understand the meaning of birth, the sun, the fire, and the eyes.

“First, His right hand symbolizes the Knights of the Dawn, the beings who hold swords for Him and protect justice between nations.

“Secondly, the corners of His robes symbolize the paradoxical hermits, the beings who scrub His dust and pay for their sins in a lifetime of penance.

Thirdly, His left hand symbolizes the guardians of order, who are the ones who hold up the scales for Him and guard the sacredness of order.

Fourthly, His sighing symbolizes the presence of God to the people who praise Him, who are the ones who pass on songs of praise and bless history for Him.

Fifth, His gaze symbolizes the Temple Mount, where the angels who judge sins reside.

Sixth, His wrath symbolizes the interstellar corridor, and the Roxas defend Him against the chaotic and disordered Zerg..."

The bishop closed the canon, concluding today's reading.

Then, the civilians stood up from their seats one by one and walked forward.

"Sir, I have devoted myself to the merciful Lord...but why is my mother still lying in bed sick..." A woman pleaded with the bishop, her eyes full of confusion.

Under the ivory-white stone statue of the Mother Goddess, the benevolent bishop stretched out his old hand:
“Perhaps the Lord just hasn’t heard your voice yet, lost lamb.”

"My...my voice? I swear, my prayers are loud enough. I chant day and night, just asking the Lord to save my mother." The woman said confusedly.

"Oh, maybe your voice is drowned out by a louder voice. You know, there are always people more pious than you."

"Then, what should I do?"

"Don't worry, look over there." The bishop pointed to a small red box next to him and said, "That beautiful and sacred box. As long as you put your silver coins... valuable rings, necklaces, and bracelets in that box, your prayers will be especially loud among the flock of lambs."

"Oh, my God, thank you for your advice, but I only have three copper coins on me, and this is the last money I need to buy medicine for my mother..."

"Copper coins are fine, ma'am. Put them all down. Compared to medicine...those dry basil leaves and frogman mucus, our devout faith is more useful."

"Bang, bang, bang."

Three crisp sounds, the poor woman spent her last penny. She used her last jewelry as collateral to buy the "pages of canon law written by the priest himself" recommended by the bishop, intending to take it back for her mother to eat.

"Lord, pray for my mother's recovery soon..." She knelt down again and prayed devoutly, her gray hair hanging down like a fragile white dove. Who knows what she and her mother can eat tonight? They don't even have money to buy a piece of black bread.

"..."

Su Lin lowered the brim of his hat.

He sat on a bench in the church, holding a copy of "Old Books of the Dawn Church - To Our Merciful Lord" in his palm. He looked at the hungry civilians, who threw the only coins they had into the greedy red box, and a big bloody mouth was biting their bony hands.

Based on his experience, the gods simply don't have the time to even glance at these humans, and people's prayers are destined to become food for the higher-ups' extravagant lifestyle.

He had already visited various churches to learn about the situation of the twenty-seven gods of Lovasa. Even the churches of the third-level gods were mostly extremely prosperous.

Just now, the Dawn Mother Goddess gave an oracle - on April 182, 4E 12, that is, six days later, the World Tree will conduct a [mid-term selection], and the one billion people with the lowest story scores will be eliminated.

The oracle did not say what elimination meant, but there should be no other way to deal with it except death.

This made Luowasha panic.

“……”Su Lin put down the book, refused the pastor who was trying to sell him holy water, and walked out.

Standing up almost at the same time as him was a man and a woman, the man was about forty years old and the woman was just an adult.

"Shu Rong, the first explosion occurred on King Street in the east. It is very likely the work of [Disaster of All Heavens]. This is your first mission, so follow me closely." The man spoke softly and walked out quickly.

"Yes... yes! Father." The girl with a ponytail quickly followed, holding the shoulder bag tightly.

"Call the captain."

"Yes...yes, Captain!"

Su Lin narrowed his eyes.

...The Disasters of the Universe? It seems to be a chaotic organization that believes in the Demonic Mother Goddess. They advocate creating disasters for the Mother Goddess and are outright evil elements. They have been particularly arrogant recently, and it is said that this is because a [protagonist] candidate is backing them up.

It is said that half of the candidates for the "protagonist" are from the chaos camp, so the Demon Mother Goddess is ready to make a move.

This father and daughter should be external representatives of the Nalan Court, responsible for investigating the chaos caused by the disasters in the sky.

Su Lin walked onto the streets of Lochalsh Parish. This country maintained its technological level at the steam age, and most of the people on the road were horse-drawn carriages.

"Newspapers, newspapers! The second level of the Disciple Game has begun. Who will get the perfect clearance?" The newsboy ran barefoot on the street, and the smell of baking potatoes emanated from his ragged clothes:
"The Six Days Selection is coming soon. What kind of story should we write?"

"The Banana Tribe was brutally exterminated..."

"The sea tribe is holding a talent show for the Sea King..."

"The new Saint of the Lighthouse Church has taken office. She is extremely beautiful..."

"A young man who calls himself Edward is preaching doomsday theory..."

"The young master of the blood clan, Lü Yuqing, was summoned by the World Tree and his whereabouts are unknown..."

"The legendary phoenix is ​​about to be resurrected..."

"Hui Bai, one of the eight main character candidates, gave a speech..."

"Gentlemen, read the newspaper!"

Su Lin lowered the brim of his hat. Next he planned to go to the hell plane to take a look.

"The trail is right ahead, Shu Rong, follow me closely!" the man in front shouted.

"Yes! Captain!" Shu Rong followed closely behind him.

Sudden.

There was a loud explosion ahead!

"boom--!!"

Flames came, hot waves rushed towards them, and the father and daughter in front were directly swallowed up by the explosion!
"Oh my god!"

"Oh God!"

The tram stopped and the street vendors hurried back, with vegetable leaves and fruits flying.

On the residential building next to him, a man in a red robe held a detonator, raised his arms high, and laughed wildly:

"——Go to hell! Running dogs of order!"

"The God of the End of All Things will awaken our desires! The era of oppression should end! The [New World] is coming, a kingdom of freedom built on words! That is the original face of the world!"

"You are blind and deaf people who are blinded by the material surface! Open your eyes and look at the world you live in! You don't understand it at all!"

He scratched his eyes like a conscious patient:
"Long live Kelinster! Long live Demonization! Kill the World Tree, kill the Supreme Lord!!!"

Seeing this, Su Lin raised his hand calmly.

The moment he raised his hand, the fire on the street suddenly disappeared, and the expatriate father and daughter stood in the center of the explosion unharmed.

The moment the explosion occurred, Su Lin turned it into harmless gas.

Looking at the stunned man in the residential building, Su Lin raised his eyelids:

"If the purpose is to kill the World Tree, why go after the civilians?"

The man reacted and angrily retorted:

"Order is set by the World Tree, and these lackeys who obey the order... all deserve to die!"

"Why can the creators favored by the world tree survive, while the common people who cannot understand the inspiration must die? Why should we be chosen by the shitty aesthetics of a tree?"

"If the power of creation spreads recklessly, if science is killed again and again, and everything is made up of pen tips...our civilization only exists on the foundationless clouds, relying on someone's empty inspiration!"

"However, the God of the End of All Things promised us a [New World]...where everyone can write, without the censorship of the World Tree..."

"You've seen it, haven't you? Those beasts in robes are trying to steal even the last piece of black bread from the common people! Such greedy people in power, rigid classes, upper-class exploitation, endless labor, deep-rooted discrimination against different groups, bloody food chain... Why do they exist!"

Su Lin touched his chin and laughed softly:
"So you kill civilians."

"You speak so decisively... Have you ever seen the God of the End of All Things?"

The man swore, "He only comes in dreams, but anyone who sees Him will believe His promise... If you don't believe it, you can come and see Him!"

"Oh?" Su Lin nodded: "Okay."

He agreed happily, as if it was just for this moment.

……

Su Mingan opened his eyes.

He was lying on the bed, with a magpie symbol on the palm of his right hand, which could summon the magpie's feather pen at any time, accompanied by a piece of colorful sugar cube.

"You're awake." Siyi sat on the chair, tossing Su Mingan's heart like playing with a red apple.

Su Mingan touched his chest which had healed. His heart had grown again. “The Supreme Lord… No, the Supreme Lord of the Floating City of the Sun.”

"Ok?"

"What are you going to do with me?"

"Good question." Siyi put the heart to her lips and took a bite.

She squinted her eyes and tasted it like biting a juicy apple: "I want to keep you here and invite you to build the disciple game with us."

"you?"

"We." Siyi acknowledged the plural description.

"Who else?"

"..." Siyi curved her eyebrows and smiled: "Some people you are familiar with."

"?" Su Mingan was stunned. Someone he knew?

"Once, the world game controlled our fate and forced us to die..." Siyi chewed and chewed: "Now, it is our turn to write our own destiny... In such a counterfeit and pirated game, we will be the new GM (game manager)."

"Although everything that happened here is not real, and although all the pain in the past has already happened, at least we can... change the future."

She reached out to him, with her unstained hand:

"Would you like to try to become a [Demon King] instead of a [Hero]? Savior."

"……wrong."

"Want to try to become the Lord of Destruction? Su Mingan."

……

Su Mingan had already thought of the answer.

He chose Sique's path, so he would not agree to build a pirated world game with these people.

So, he took out his feather pen and pointed it at Siyi.

"I reject your offer."

"The innocent girl 'Noelia' who was sacrificed in the White City."

"Let me see how to rewrite your story first."

This is the path he chose.

——“Rewrite” rather than “imitate”.

Siyi looked at the pen in his hand in astonishment, as if she didn't understand why he had it.

"you……"

The tip of the pen glows.

The next moment, countless flying pages of books unfolded in front of Su Mingan's eyes.

A book appeared in front of him, with the four characters "Floating City in the Daytime" written on it. He reached out his hand, opened the first page, and stepped into it.