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Chapter 1283: One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty "I create first, and then erase."

……and many more.

Is the death of players in the eleventh world permanent?
Su Mingan immediately looked at Aini in the audience. Aini also received this system message and looked up in shock.

"Players will definitely be resurrected after death, so why is this happening..." Aini's mind was spinning very fast at this moment: "Could it be that... their souls are gone?"

There is another precedent for the death of a player - in the seventh world Praia, a player whose soul is taken away by the princess will become a walking corpse, and even if resurrected, it will be just an empty shell. Luowasha goes a step further, leaving no empty shell behind.

If the 300 million adventure players fighting in Rovasha were to learn of this news, chaos would surely break out.

Su Mingan suddenly remembered the information he had obtained from the Tenth World:

……

[In the fourth world game, the situation is a hundred times more tragic. ]

[In order to let Changge win, people tried their best to give him equipment, points, and props. In the end, in order to gain the authority of "time", almost all the top players became victims in a battle royale copy, just to lift the top player high and help him complete the difficult level perfectly. ]

[“I wish…”]

[When Changge made a wish, it started snowing. 】

……

...Almost all the players at the top of the list became victims in a battle royale dungeon.

...Battle Royale, copy?
……

[The eleventh world element: Battle Royale...]

……

Luo Vasa was also in a battle royale. Could it be that the person Changge was talking about at that time was Luo Vasa?
The comments were dumbfounded:

【ah? ah? ah? 】

[What happened to Qin Si that he even lost his soul? 】

[In this kind of high-magic world, extracting souls is just a small trick. The world master even derived the formula for calculating player rewards. It is hard to imagine what other smart NPCs will deduce. ]

[But we are here to save Luowasha! Why do they want to kill us? ? ? ]

[Most players are still the fourth disaster of looting, smashing and burning. Isn't it normal to be hated? Look at the young master of the Bamboo Shoots Clan. Just because he wanted to become a vessel for Lu Shu's possession, his clan was exterminated and he could only wander in the gutter. What reason does he have not to hate his possessed object? I predict that after the young master of the Bamboo Shoots knows the truth, he will stab Lu Shu in the back sooner or later.]

[The United Group has issued an emergency plan, but we can’t help the adventure players…]

[Qins was alive for such a long time, but at the moment when Su Mingan switched back to the perspective, Qins died. Does this mean that Su Mingan's contact with Qins from Wang Xingkong's perspective caused a butterfly effect, leading to Qins' death nine hours later? ]

……

Su Mingan figured it out.

It was because I contacted Qin Si from Wang Xingkong's perspective that Qin Si died nine hours later. This death time was very accurate, indicating that there are two actions that can prevent her death:

1. From Wang Xingkong’s perspective, Su Mingan never touched Qinsi.

Second, always maintain Wang Xingkong's perspective. As long as Su Mingan does not switch back to Sique's perspective, Qin Si will not die.

This involves a question of "cause before effect" or "effect before cause" - did Su Mingan contact Qin Si from Wang Xingkong's perspective, then switch back to Sique's perspective, allowing Wang Xingkong to act independently, leading to Qin Si's death. Or did Su Mingan contact Qin Si from Wang Xingkong's perspective, then switch back to Sique's perspective and hear the news of Qin Si's death, and he immediately switched back to Wang Xingkong's perspective to try to save the still-alive Qin Si, but accidentally led to Qin Si's death nine hours later?

The former needs to apply the first action to avoid Qin Si's death, while the latter needs to apply the second action to avoid Qin Si's death.

This has caused Su Mingan to be unable to make up his mind now. Whether he needs to switch to Wang Xingkong's perspective, and whether this Möbius strip will be finalized.

He pulled his hand away and took out the quill.

Golden red blood spurted out from Qi Jue's chest.

He fell to the ground, gasping for breath: "Si Que, the moment you created me, you told me that I was the OC you were most satisfied with recently. I thought that I was...different to you."

"But you have joined the God of the End of All Things." Su Mingan said.

"The God of the End of All Things... is he necessarily bad?" Qi Jue took a breath, the source of life constantly dissipating from his body like a sprout that was gradually dying.

"I don't care whether the God of the End of All Things is good or bad. There is no absolute black and white. But you forced me to join and even wanted to kill my friends." Su Mingan said.

Qi Jue opened his eyes wide, as if he suddenly understood something. He suddenly laughed in a hoarse voice, his laughter was desolate, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Su Mingan:
"...So, my methods were too harsh and you didn't like them."

"Yes, you hate involving innocent people the most... I am too old to have forgotten... your preferences, your likes and dislikes."

"When I was first born, we were like the closest of friends. You treated every word with your heart. I was born on paper, and you painted me with fantasy and aura..."

"We think about the same thing, weigh the same words, and drink the same cup of tea. I provide you with inspiration, and you embellish and decorate me. I accompany you to complete one wonderful work after another, from the beginning to the end, and be your most loyal reader, watching you write more OCs until you write the last word and close the last page of the book."

"Then, I left you and started traveling. It wasn't until a long, long time later... that we met again."

"Time is too long, it washes away all sorrows and joys, and I gradually forget your preferences. Now I remember... you really hate others forcing you to do something."

"I have become the person you hate, and the OC has deviated from the trajectory you expected."

"So, today you want to..."

He placed his hand on his chest, his golden-red blood still flowing, and his eyes were sad.

"...Erase me?"

Su Mingan knew that Qi Jue had misunderstood and Si Que was just fighting back. But who knows if Si Que is really disappointed with the goddess of life?
The kind goddess of life should have loved billions of lives and worked diligently to enlighten all lives, but she was bewitched by the god of the end of all things and gave up her responsibilities and chose to pursue freedom. Is this the OC transcending the creator's control and bravely violating the settings of the "Goddess of Life", or is it an irresponsible rebellion?

But Si Que said that he was happy to see them live their own lives.

Qi Jue didn’t understand, since he could live his own life, why should he take his life?

“…I can’t…understand.” He slowly sat up from the ground, his body moving forward bit by bit, and the torrent of life in the sky floated like snowflakes.

then,

He grabbed Su Mingan's wrist.

“I don’t understand.” He repeated it again, his voice beginning to tremble.

He kept staring at Su Mingan's feather pen, wanting to break it in hatred, but also wanting to make a desperate blow to avenge Si Que's ruthlessness.

"So, what am I? Lotasha, Qi Jue, or a piece of meaningless text?" He murmured.

Su Mingan had prepared for defense, but Qi Jue just maintained this action in the end and did not fight back desperately.

Su Mingan looked at him doubtfully. Qi Jue's eyes were dull, as if he had lost all hope. Only his lips were trembling.

It was not until His body became completely transparent that a few words came out of His lips:

"...It's so far, so hard. I can't even reach that sunflower garden..."

"Wow——!"

A white light burst out, like a massive snowstorm. When Su Mingan opened his eyes again, Qi Jue had disappeared. White snow was floating in the air, and every piece of snow contained an abundant source of life.

Under the influence of the source of life, Fu En's wounds healed, and the unconscious Tianyu and others gradually woke up.

The goddess of life passed away, and the source of life returned to nature. The people present enjoyed this blessing. The dying recovered, the seriously injured were intact, and the healthy had rosy complexions. They looked up blankly, as if they had not yet realized that the twenty-seven gods of Luowasha had become twenty-six gods, and they were just happily checking their bodies.

——I create first and then erase.

At this moment, looking at the beautiful scene in the hall, Su Mingan remembered the Creator's Oath.

...erase it?

He felt a dull pain in his heart, and he didn't know whether it was Si Que's emotion or his illusion.

……

On the high platform, where Qi Jue had originally stood, there lay a colorless drama memory lens, shining brightly.

This is the dramatic memory lens left behind after His death.

Su Mingan touched it, and a study room appeared before his eyes——

……

With long purple hair flowing, Si Que leaned back in the chair, holding a feather pen and writing on the manuscript paper.

As he put pen to paper, a green-haired young man appeared on the manuscript paper. He wore sunflower earrings, put his hands in his pockets, and smiled calmly: "Hello, my creator, I am the goddess of life, Lotasha."

Si Que: "I wrote down that you are a goddess, why is your human form a youth?"

Green-haired young man: "Because I want to get your attention. You have written too many OCs, and none of them are as unique as me. I changed my appearance and was born in front of you. But don't worry, I am still a goddess at heart."

Si Que: "I don't care about your gender, Lotasha. You don't need to get my attention. From the moment you were born, you belong only to yourself."

Green-haired young man: "No, that's not enough. I want a unique name that will make me different from other OCs. I want to be called Qi Jue."

Si Que: "Please feel free to do as you please."

……

Qi Jue is one of the earliest OCs written by Si Que. He did not leave like the others, but stayed with Si Que for a long time.

Qi Jue picked up a book: "Ten Ways to Cook Jellyfish? You must be really hungry. I thought you were reading some serious literature, but you're actually reading a recipe."

Si Que: "Be quiet."

Qi Jue: “Oh.”

Qi Jue was quiet for a long time. He tidied up the bookshelf for a while, and then helped Si Que grind ink. Occasionally, he turned back into the beautiful and sacred appearance of the goddess of life, sitting on the table with a compassionate face, showing full contrast, trying to attract Si Que's attention.

Si Que lowered his head to read: "..."

The goddess of life sitting on the table with a compassionate smile: "..."

Three hours later, the two of them still maintained this posture until Si Que finished reading the book and then raised his head.

Si Que: "...Why are you still here?"

The surprise on his face did not seem fake. It turned out that he was so absorbed in reading that he really did not notice the Goddess of Life, rather than deliberately ignoring her.

The goddess had been battling wits and courage with the air for three hours, but she was not sad. Instead, she smiled happily. Her long hair grew branches and leaves because of happiness. She adjusted the hem of her skirt and said, "Great, you can see me now, right?"

Si Que: "Don't wait next time."

The goddess held her chin and smiled: "I'll wait next time."

……

The fire crackled as Si Que handed sheet after sheet of ink-stained manuscript paper into the fireplace with a slightly gloomy expression.

Qi Jue sat beside him, watching the manuscripts turn into ashes: "So you also have times when you are dissatisfied."

Si Que: "The plot is unoriginal and the logic is full of loopholes. I can't stand this kind of thing."

Qi Jue: "Shall we go for a walk? I saw the beautiful scenery on Yunwu Island yesterday. The bacterial colonies there are growing particularly well..."

Si Que: "Let's go."

Qi Jue: "It's really beautiful. When the wind blows, the colonies look like edelweiss, and there's a fragrance of roses... ah? Wait, you agreed?"

Si Que stood up: "Let's go."

Standing on the pure white cloud island, the mist was hazy, and layers of mist were floating around them. Under their feet, they felt a soft touch, which was a group of white dandelion-like bacteria, which were embedded in the ground like cotton candy.

Qi Jue secretly glanced at Si Que. He felt that Si Que should be happy.

Unexpectedly, there was no smile on Si Que's face. He just observed every scene carefully and took notes with a pen. He had no intention of traveling at all. It was more like an outdoor assignment.

…It’s like this with everything.

For Si Que, everything is a task of drawing inspiration. He does not feel beauty or joy, but only a bunch of inspirations in his mind, wondering how to write them down and how to improve them...

Qi Jue stopped and felt that Si Que was more like a god than him.

Qi Jue: “…Si Que.”

Si Que: “Yeah.”

Qi Jue: "Are you happy? The scenery here is very beautiful. I heard that as long as people walk in the pure white scenery for ten minutes, they will get pure happiness."

Si Que did show a sincere smile on his face:

"Happy. A lot of good ideas came to my mind."

He is happy.

But it has nothing to do with what Qi Jue said.

……

Qi Jue: "Have you ever thought about when to stop writing?"

Si Que: "Until... I finish writing my twelve stories."

Qi Jue: "And then you won't write anymore?"

Si Que: “Yeah.”

Qi Jue: “Why?”

Si Que: "There are more important things."

Qi Jue: "Then can I still accompany you?"

Si Que: "Why are you so persistent with me? Most OCs have gone their separate ways and are living their own lives. Are you really choosing to stay just to get my attention?"

Qi Jue: “That’s how it was at the beginning.”

Si Que: "Later?"

Qi Jue: "Later, you shared with me the wonderful ideas in your mind, and I... really wanted to help you write those stories. Whether it was grinding ink, doing odd jobs, or helping you drive away fanatical fans... I wanted to witness the historic moment."

Si Que: "That's all?"

Qi Jue: “…and more.”

Qi Jue: “…”

Qi Jue: "Can you teach me the ten ways to cook jellyfish?"