First Player

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

...Wait.

Is the death of the players in the eleventh world a permanent death?

Su Mingan immediately looked at Aini in the audience. Aini also received this system message and raised his head in shock.

"Players will definitely be resurrected after death, so why is it..." Aini's brain turned very fast at this moment: "Could it be... that the soul is gone?"

There is another precedent for the death of players-in the seventh world Praya, the players whose souls were taken away by the princess would become zombies, and even if they were resurrected, they would be just empty shells. Luowasha went a step further and did not even leave an empty shell.

If the 300 million adventure players fighting in Luowasha knew this news, it would definitely be a mess.

Su Mingan suddenly remembered the information he had obtained in the tenth world:

...

[The fourth world game, the situation was 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 dungeon, just to lift the first player up high and make him complete the difficult and perfect clearance. 】

【"I make a wish..."】

【The moment Changge made a wish, it snowed. 】

...

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

...Battle royale, dungeon?

...

【The eleventh world element: Battle royale...】

...

Luowasha is also a battle royale. Could it be that what Changge was talking about at that time was Luowasha?

The barrage was dumbfounded:

【Ah? Ah? Ah? 】

【What happened to Qins that he even lost his soul? 】

【In this high-magic world, extracting souls is just a trick. The world master even derived the formula for calculating player rewards. It is hard to imagine what other smart NPCs would deduce. 】

【But we are here to save Luowasha! Why do they want to kill us? ? ? 】

【Most players are still the fourth disaster of looting and burning. Isn't it normal to be hated? Look at the young master of the bamboo shoots. 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 the young master of the bamboo shoots will stab Lu Shu in the back sooner or later after knowing the truth. 】

【The joint group has issued an emergency plan, but we can't help the adventure players...】

【Qins lived for such a long time, but at the moment when Su Mingan switched back to the perspective, Qin Si died. Does this mean that Su Mingan's behavior of contacting Qin Si in Wang Xingkong's perspective caused a butterfly effect, leading to Qin Si's death nine hours later? 】

...

Su Mingan figured it out.

It was his contact with Qin Si in Wang Xingkong's perspective that led to Qin Si's death nine hours later. This death time is very accurate, which means that there are two actions that can avoid her death:

First, Su Mingan never contacted Qin Si in Wang Xingkong's perspective.

Second, keep 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 switch back to Sique's perspective after contacting Qin Si from Wang Xingkong's perspective, and let Wang Xingkong act independently, which led to Qin Si's death. Or, after Su Mingan contacted Qin Si from Wang Xingkong's perspective, he switched back to Sique's perspective and heard the news of Qin Si's death. He immediately switched back to Wang Xingkong's perspective to try to save Qin Si who was still alive, but accidentally caused Qin Si's death nine hours later?

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

This makes Su Mingan unable to make up his mind now. Whether he needs to switch to Wang Xingkong's perspective or not, whether this Möbius loop will be settled.

He pulled his hand out and took out the feather pen.

Qi Jue's chest splashed with golden red blood.

He fell to the ground, panting: "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 joined the God of the End of All Things." Su Mingan said.

"Is the God of the End of All Things...definitely bad?" Qi Jue took a breath, and the source of life continued to dissipate from him, like a bud that gradually died.

"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 you also want to kill my friends." Su Mingan said.

Qi Jue opened his eyes wide, as if he suddenly understood something. He suddenly laughed hoarsely, his laughter was desolate, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Su Mingan:

"... So, my methods were too fierce, so you didn't like it."

"Yes, you hate involving innocent people the most... I'm too old, and I've forgotten... your preferences, your likes and dislikes."

"When I was just born, we were like the closest 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, consider the same sentence, and drink the same cup of tea. I provide you with inspiration, and you modify 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 embarked on a journey. Until a long, long time later... we met again."

"Time is too long, it can wash 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 way you hate, and oc has deviated from the trajectory you expected."

"So, today you want..."

He put his hand on his chest, golden red blood was 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, is Si Que really disappointed with the goddess of life?

The kind goddess of life, she should have loved billions of lives and worked diligently to enlighten life, but she was bewitched by the God of the End of All Things to give up her responsibilities and choose to pursue freedom-is this oc transcending the control of the creator, 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 out their own way.

Qi Jue didn't understand, since he could live out himself, why did he take his life?

"...I don't understand..." He slowly sat up from the ground, moving forward little by little, and the torrent of life in the sky was like snowflakes floating.

Then,

He grabbed Su Ming'an's wrist.

"I don't understand." He repeated it again, and his voice began to tremble.

He kept staring at Su Ming'an's feather pen, wanting to break it in hatred, and wanting to fight to the death to avenge Si Que's ruthlessness.

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

Su Ming'an had prepared for defense, but Qi Jue finally just maintained this action and did not fight back desperately.

Su Ming'an looked at him in confusion, Qi Jue's eyes were dull, as if he had been discouraged, but his lips were trembling.

It was not until his body became completely transparent that he uttered a few words:

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

"Wow!"

The white light shone brightly, like a mighty snowstorm. When Su Mingan opened his eyes again, Qi Jue had disappeared. White snow floated in the air, and each piece of snow contained abundant life sources.

Under the influence of the life source, Fu En's wound healed, and the unconscious Tian Yu and others gradually woke up.

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

——I create first, and then erase.

At this moment, looking at the beautiful scene in the hall, Su Mingan remembered the oath of the creator.

...Erase it?

A dull pain came from the heart, I don't know if it was Si Que's emotion or his illusion.

...

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

This is the memory lens left after his death.

Su Mingan touched it, and a study room appeared in front of him——

...

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

As he put pen to paper, a green-haired young man appeared on the manuscript paper. The green-haired young man 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 about the goddess, why is your human form a young man?"

The green-haired young man: "Because I want to win your attention. You have written too many OCs, and there must be no one as different as me, who was born in front of you in a different appearance. But don't worry, I am still a goddess in essence."

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

The green-haired young man: "No, that's not enough. I also want a different name, which is different from other OCs. I want to be called Qi Jue."

Si Que: "Please feel free."

...

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: "On Ten Ways to Cook Jellyfish? Are you really hungry? I thought you were reading serious literature, but you're actually reading a recipe."

Si Que: "Be quiet."

Qi Jue: "Oh."

Qi Jue was quiet for a long time, tidying up the bookshelf for a while, and helping 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 a full contrast, trying to attract Si Que's attention.

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

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

Three hours later, the two 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 too immersed in reading the book and really did not notice the goddess of life, rather than deliberately ignoring her.

The goddess battled 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 her skirt and said, "Great, you can see me now?"

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

The goddess held her chin and smiled, "I will wait next time."

...

The fire crackled, and Si Que handed one piece of ink-stained manuscript paper after another into the fireplace, his face slightly gloomy.

Qi Jue sat beside him, watching the manuscripts turn into ashes: "So you are not satisfied sometimes."

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

Qi Jue: "Then do you want to go for a walk? I saw the scenery on Yunwu Island yesterday. The colonies there are growing particularly well..."

Si Que: "Let's go."

Qi Jue: "It's really beautiful. When the colonies are blown by the wind, they look like edelweiss, and there is a fragrance of roses...ah? Wait, you promised?"

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

Standing on the pure white Yunwu Island, the clouds are misty, and layers of mist float around them. There is a soft touch under their feet, which is a group of colonies like white dandelions, which are embedded on the surface like cotton candy.

Qi Jue secretly looked at Si Que, and he thought Si Que should be happy.

Unexpectedly, Si Que didn't smile, but just carefully observed every scene, picked up a pen to record, without any intention of traveling, more like an outing homework.

...Everything is like this.

For Si Que, everything is...an assignment to draw inspiration. He does not feel beauty and joy, but only a bunch of inspiration in his mind. How to write it down and how to improve it...

Qi Jue stopped. He 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 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 have a sincere smile on his face:

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

He was happy.

But it had 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 all twelve stories.”

Qi Jue: “Then stop writing?”

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 just choosing to stay just to get my attention?”

Qi Jue: “That was the case at first.”

Si Que: “Then?”

Qi Jue: “Then you shared your wonderful ideas with me, and I… really wanted to help you write those stories. Whether it’s grinding ink, doing odd jobs, or helping you drive away fanatical fans… I want to witness the historic moment.”

Si Que: “That’s all?”

Qi Jue: “…There’s more.”

Qi Jue: “…”

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