First Player

Chapter 1241 Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Thirty-Eight·[Why did they fall. 】

"...So you still don't quite believe me." Huibai lowered his eyelids, showing a sad expression, his eyes filled with sadness like a tide.

If this wasn't his acting skills, Su Ming'an would really be touched by him. Every time I express doubts about Hui Bai, I feel an inexplicable feeling of guilt.

"Liu Jin, I can't bear the fate of you being fished out of the sea and forced to take the place of Princess Hongta. So I promise you that I will protect you in the disciple game." Hui Bai said:

"You once said that you want to be the strongest creator, so that everyone can achieve eternal happiness. I couldn't agree more with your ideal... Rawasha has been in the hell of oppression for millions of years, and I want to witness what you create. of heaven.”

"I know that as an indispensable predator in the food chain, I have indeed done something that is unavoidable - killing lives. This is the underlying [logic] for our survival."

"——[If you want to live, you must take in nutrients, and as long as you live, you will be oppressing others all the time. The upper levels of the food chain oppress the lower levels of the food chain, squeezing the latter's life's surplus labor value, and the lower levels of the food chain will bet malicious intent on the lower levels to oppress Those who serve them, and who really cannot afford to be malicious, vent their emotions to distant strangers on the Internet.”

"I hope that with our cooperation... we can fundamentally eradicate this never-ending progressive oppression."

"Liu Jin. Please believe me..."

Huibai touched his palm to his chest, which was an action similar to the salute of the Rawasha knight:

"I'm the only one you can trust."

Su Mingan's eyes moved slightly.

If he has a favorable impression, maybe his favorable impression of Hui Bai will really increase after Hui Bai's words. However, because the gods "become first", it is difficult for Su Mingan to trust anyone.

Looking at those sincere blue eyes, Su Mingan couldn't help but think of Noel... Noel's acting skills are also so superb.

"I can't trust you." Su Mingan kept in mind Rovasa's rule - trust will make food taste better. It was his trust in Lu that caused Lu to lose control and take action.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you don't doubt me." Huibai always had a sincere expression: "Okay, you can read the story first."

Su Mingan raised his hand and touched the page.

…

[The title of the story you drew is - "The Wingless Bird of Paradise". 】

[The total number of pages in this story is: 30 pages. 】

[The page number you are on is: Page 12. 】

…

"Uh-huh!"

When he opened his eyes, he was sitting in front of a mahogany table, with the quill in his hand resting on a scrap of paper.

The fire crackled in the fireplace and the warm aroma of toast filled the room. The metal pipes stretched horizontally and vertically, like long ice-white snakes, biting the bottom of the floor and the end of the ventilation duct.

...steampunk style room.

He felt himself reaching out and tearing off the scrap paper in front of him, his fingers hovering over the burning fireplace, intending to burn the scrap paper.

There was a mirror on the fireplace, and Su Mingan also used this to see his face clearly - long purple hair flowing on his shoulders, and his eyes were like extinguished cold fire.

——It's Sique Olivis.

It was hard for others to find a single word of the stories written by Si Que. Even if they spent all their wealth, they could not buy even a few words written by the most powerful creator. However, Su Mingan always got stories written by Si Que. The previous story told about Si Que's experience of being eaten. What experience does this story tell about Si Que?

"Crack."

The fire in the fireplace burns brightly. Su Mingan saw himself in the mirror with an indifferent expression and gloomy eyes. It was an expression of... very dissatisfaction with the thing in his hands, almost disgusting.

"Boring characters, dry plot progression, meaningless and complicated foreshadowing..." He heard himself talking to himself, which was Si Que saying to himself: "This kind of thing is only worthy of being burned. "

He loosened his fingers slightly, and the draft paper in his hand fell lightly into the fire.

...What does Si Que want to burn?

No, we can't just burn it.

Su Ming'an immediately controlled his arm and used the plot fine-tuning ability of the [King] to catch the draft paper to prevent it from falling into the fire.

"...Huh?" He heard himself making a confused voice: "Why I saved this scrap paper...it's strange."

It seems that after Su Mingan fine-tuned the plot, Si Que could feel the weirdness. This is equivalent to... they are temporarily sharing the same body.

However, Si Que did not throw away the scratch paper a second time, but casually placed it on the cabinet next to him. Taking this opportunity, Su Mingan glanced at the draft paper to see what Si Que had written that he wanted to burn.

There are several paragraphs written on the draft paper.

…

[No.: Persona-0013]

[Identity: Slum Orphan]

[Outline: He has a tailor sister who takes good care of him. It emphasizes the kindness and gentleness of the tailor sister in detail. She longs for the happiness of all the children, and often brings back some beautiful wild flowers and puts them on the children's clothes to teach them to be kind.

Then at the right time (such as when my sister knitted a new dress for each child, she smiled happily and quietly placed the gift at each child's door...)

Arrange her death.

The ending of death should be beautiful, logical and touching. It can be that the elder sister was killed by the upper race in order to protect the children. It can also be an absurd and funny death, such as she was killed by the knight beside a noble just because she bumped into him. And her favorite child can see the whole process, and insert memories to remind people of the beautiful bits and pieces of the elder sister's past, and then compare them with the appearance of the elder sister's death...

Finally, in the heavy rain, the elder sister covered in blood fell to the ground, still holding the children's clothes in her arms. She showed a stiff smile, as if she saw the children grow up after wearing new clothes.

At this time node, the character "Personality-0013" was arranged to appear. He used to be the most well-behaved and obedient orphan. Under the guidance of his kind elder sister, he decided to study hard to become a knight and change the status quo of the slum. But after seeing his dead sister, he cried and sat down beside his sister's body, realizing that those nobles could easily kill the poor and he could not change anything. So, his turning point in life started from here.

In the bloody red rain, he placed the withered wildflower on his sister's forehead and kissed her through the petals.

He began to understand that kindness was meaningless. The poor could not get happiness with kindness, and wildflowers would never become roses and tulips. ]

[Ending: From then on, he did evil all his life, and finally he died because of the only good deed in his life. ]

[Self-evaluation: Boring. Why did I write such a character? Extremely boring, no novelty, burn it within an hour. ]

[Self-evaluation supplement: Can you write a little interesting character setting? This kind of banana peel-like garbage character setting makes me angry every time I read it. ]

[Self-evaluation supplement: Actually, if you look closely, some places are still good. ]

[Self-evaluation supplement: No. What a dry plot, I want to vomit, I can't stand it for a moment, burn it immediately! ]

...

Su Mingan looked at the draft paper in astonishment.

These self-evaluations should be Si Que's mumbling. Are all artists like this? When I see what I created, sometimes I feel astonished, and sometimes I feel like I can't bear to look at it at all, and I want to burn it quickly...

I didn't expect that the most intelligent creator of Luowasha would write a waste draft and burn it in anger.

However, from Su Mingan's point of view, this waste draft on the draft paper is actually okay... at least better than the narration of the God of War Dragon King, but Si Que's vision should be very high.

"... Why am I still looking at this kind of garbage." Si Que's voice came to him.

Su Mingan realized that it was his control that made Si Que feel strange. He immediately stopped looking at the draft paper and returned the control of his body to Si Que completely.

Si Que returned to the mahogany table, facing a new blank draft paper, and picked up the feather pen.

He dipped the ink and the tip of the pen stopped on the paper for a moment without falling. Si Que stared at the draft paper in silence and for a long time until the ink drop slid off the paper and spread out irregular ink marks.

"...I can't seem to write anything today." He whispered, "Let's go find some inspiration from Long Huang and his friends..."

Su Ming'an vaguely knew the reason why Si Que was hunted by Long Huang and his friends - they regarded Si Que as a real friend, and Si Que regarded them as a source of inspiration.

However, this was just Su Ming'an's guess, and there might be more secrets.

Taking advantage of this great opportunity, he wanted to give Si Que a left hook, but considering that he was still in the body, it was a bit like hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting himself by eight hundred, so he gave up.

After a while, Si Que finally moved his feather pen, but this time, he didn't write about the character setting or the story. Instead, he wrote a series of thoughts, seemingly written casually.

...

[Fantasy that radiates from reality will still be trapped by experience. ]

[To what extent can a character be said to have free will? As long as they exist, they have actually added my color. Whether it is name, age, or background. Their actions seem to be out of free will, but in fact some people are born to go to a specific death. ]

[——Why did they fall? 】

【——Why do the endless loopholes and sadness exist in the world? 】

【But I am happy to explore this long-term pleasure, and regard everything as a memorial to this ending, and collect the sorrow of everything with a period and an ellipsis. 】

【History is a long-lasting, real, epitaph and elegy engraved on civilization. I dare not compare myself to history, but just a despicable life rubbing maker, a thief who carries other people's lives, and a cruel executioner who burns the abandoned. 】

【But at least, the words describe their burning ideals and falling enthusiasm... before the library completely collapsed into the universe. 】

【Si Que, you are such a cruel person. You gave them hope and gave them despair. 】

【If you don't have the heart, don't use your feather pen in the first place. 】

……

Su Mingan stared at these paragraphs of text in a daze. Although he couldn't quite understand the meaning of these words, he could feel that Si Que's words did have weight.

Si Que seemed to sigh. He stopped writing, turned around, picked up the draft paper, and hovered it over the fire in the fireplace again.

The firelight danced in his cold golden eyes, and it was unclear whether it was the endless vitality or the eternal stagnant silence hidden inside. His fingers rubbed the edge of the draft paper and stayed for a moment.

But after a moment, Si Que withdrew his hand. Although there was still disgust in his eyes, he did not burn the draft paper in the end.

"Forget it, even if it is a waste draft, keep it for now... Just put it in the corner and don't look at it."

He casually folded the draft paper into a paper airplane, and with a whoosh, he threw it casually. The paper airplane circled in the air and accurately returned to his head, and inserted it into his hair with a bang.

His face darkened for a moment, and he pulled out the paper airplane and threw it again. This time, the paper airplane finally fell into the corner, staying quietly with a pile of waste drafts.

Now, Su Mingan realized that there were such paper airplanes everywhere in the room, as well as paper butterflies, paper birds, paper bananas... They were scattered under the bed, under the table, and beside the cabinet... It seems that Si Que has more than one waste draft. He was even too lazy to classify these waste drafts, and just folded them up and threw them away.

Si Que pushed open the door, holding a feather pen in his mouth, muttering to himself indistinctly:

"Okay."

"Who should I go to today?"

...

A white light flashed.

The story of "The Wingless Bird of Paradise" ended, and Su Ming'an returned to where he was.

He hadn't recovered from Si Que's experience when he saw the explosion.

The blond and blue-eyed Hui Bai confronted a blond and blue-eyed young man, and the two were on the verge of a fight.

"Liu Jin, have you finished reading the story?" Hui Bai saw Su Ming'an and pointed at Hui Bi: "This person just came to this page. I didn't expect him to be so lucky that he happened to dice to our page. You go first, he is not a good person."

Hui Bi said lightly: "A vicious supporting role who maliciously seized the plot... You dare to appear in front of the protagonist. Liu Jin, you leave first, don't go with him. Pudding is on a nearby page, she will protect you."