First Player

No. 13 If there is no wind in the world (2). "

"Si Que, long time no see." Boss Tu came over with a familiar tone.

Su Mingan opened his eyes wide.

...Boss Rabbit?

Si Que's time authority can only affect Luo Vasa, not the universe, so no matter how many thousands of Luo Vasa resets it, the time of the universe is proceeding normally. If we only consider extreme cases, assuming that each major reset of Luowasha takes two epochs (about 4,000 years), and assuming that Si Que goes back about 100 times in each major reset of Luowasha, then 4,000 years * 12,300 major resets Reset * 100 minor resets = 4920000000 years.

Therefore, a conservative estimate is that this scene may have happened 4.9 billion years ago in the universe, before even Zhai was born.

The boss rabbit in front of him looks particularly young, and his greasy accent has not yet been developed.

"Si Que, I came to Luowasha today to invite you to be the second organizer." The boss rabbit showed a sincere look, which is particularly valuable on its face: "Since I met you, you have proposed to me Many suggestions for improving the world game, I hope you can become my best friend and walk the universe with me."

Su Mingan almost squirted out.

Such a sincere Boss Rabbit...it's such a contrast.

When Si Que escaped from the laboratory at the age of 7, his boss Rabbit rescued him. I'm afraid this rabbit is too lonely, or maybe Si Que's charm value is too high, so the two became friends.

At this time, the world game should have just started, and it is all up to Boss Rabbit to perfect it. Si Que has made some suggestions over the years, and Boss Tu happily adopts them.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as if you agree to join the team." Boss Rabbit smiled:

“The world game can accommodate up to twelve hosts, and now I occupy the first place.”

"However, after all, you are from Rawasha and you are young. I'm afraid you don't want to leave your hometown so soon. Let me know when you want to come."

"I will always reserve the second seat for you. No matter who I absorb later, the second seat will always be empty for you."

...the second seat.

Su Ming'an's heart skipped a beat.

The second seat that never showed up... turned out to be Si Que?

"Due to the rules, I can't leave the World Game for too long, so I'm leaving first." Boss Rabbit nodded: "See you next time, my friend."

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"...Pull the tie to the right...that's it."

In the dressing room, Si Hua tied Su Mingan's bow tie.

Su Mingan's green hair was tied into a ponytail, hanging down to her back. She was wearing a black and white dress. The two hanging swallowtails were bifurcated and dyed with a gradient of cyan. Even with green hair, people can't take their eyes away.

Only her biological sister would always dislike her younger brother.

"...What a waste of life, he doesn't know anything, he even needs your sister's help to tie his bow tie." Si Hua muttered and glanced outside the door: "It's so noisy, the streets outside are probably crowded. If you marry a princess, it will be the same as marrying into the royal family. I will be the only breadwinner in the family."

"I need to correct something." Su Mingan said: "I should have no feelings for the princess."

"Okay, okay." Si Hua shrugged: "...I won't advise you, just live happily by yourself. I know you like paper people more, so what does it matter if you spend your whole life with paper people? Raising a dog will wag its tail at you, and raising a child may make you vomit blood and even eat you alive!”

When she said "eating alive", she was referring to the child chewing on his parents' coffin book, but Su Mingan understood the literal meaning. When she thought of Su Bianbian, she felt deeply and nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, let's see how it goes?" Si Hua finished tying his bow tie.

Su Mingan looked in the mirror. To his helplessness, the green hair still looked good, and even gave him a sense of déjà vu.

"You... are much better than my sister." Si Hua looked at the human-like Su Mingan: "The concept of creation has just appeared, and it is tailor-made for you. Maybe you can become a very great person in the future. people.”

"My sister is also very good."

"Haha, really? But people like me, no matter how powerful they are, probably won't be able to leave a name in history. But you... you probably can leave a name."

"If sister wants to stay, I will help."

"Forget it. I don't want to leave ancillary names like 'Si Que's sister' or 'Si Que's relative'. If you want to leave a name for eternity, just leave your achievements in a dignified way!" Si Hua looked out the window and saw Looking at the steam airship that she loves so much: "I will also...try hard not to lose to you. Brother."

She suddenly raised her right fist:

"——One day!"

Su Mingan raised his head.

He doesn't have a sister, but he can feel a sense of intimacy that is thicker than water. If he was born in Rovasa, Si Hua would be his biological sister.

"...One day?" Su Mingan imitated her.

Si Hua's golden eyes flashed, cheering himself up and shouting:

"One day - Si Hua, Si Que, our names will stand on the top of the mountain!"

"Brother, if you want to do anything, you have to say it loudly! Otherwise, life will be too hard and your wishes will be forgotten!"

"I don't want to become a numb adult who forgets his youthful ideals in the day-to-day work! I want to say it out-I, Si Hua, I will become a great engineer who will be famous throughout the ages!!"

Her voice was vibrating, as if echoing in the empty valley, full of eagerness and expectation.

Under her encouraging gaze, Su Mingan could not retreat. He waved his right fist and raised his voice slightly:

"I, Si...Su Mingan."

He wanted to say his name.

"Louder, I can't hear you!" Si Hua shouted.

"I...Su Mingan." Su Mingan raised his voice a little more.

"Louder!"

"I, I will definitely...definitely go home!"

He didn't say who he was going to be.

He had done what he had to do and what he had to do. He became a person who would not regret it.

What he was thinking about now was his true wish.

"Su Mingan?" Si Hua scratched her head and didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, Si Que often did some strange things, and it wasn't the first time he claimed to be "Su Mingan".

She just covered his fist with her warm palm, put it in front of her lips, and blew gently.

"This is the wishing ceremony of Luo Vasa - after making a wish, put your fist in front of your mouth and blow a breath."

"In this way, invisible good luck will befall us."

They looked out the window together.

The sky was blue, and the sister's eyes seemed to show stars.

……

……

"……Is that the hot new black horse recently, Si Que?"

"……So handsome."

"……A mud-legged man from a remote village, who climbed up the bridge family, I think his writing is just average."

"……I guess he relies on his looks to attract fans."

At the book signing event, when you appeared, you received countless compliments, but also some unfriendly looks.

You sat down calmly and signed books one by one.

"……I, I like your "Jellyfish Homeward Journey" very much. I like the kind butterflies and mysterious rabbits in it..." A shy girl handed over the book.

"Jellyfish Homeward Journey" is the first story you published. The protagonist is a jellyfish wearing a red cloak. He accidentally drifted to a strange place, so he carried an oil lamp through the forest, step by step towards the sea and his hometown. On the way, you met twelve animals with different temperaments and experienced various adventures. Because it is a serialized system, you have not yet thought about the final ending of the jellyfish.

"...Can the red cloak boy return home successfully?" A boy with an expectant face handed over the book.

"Maybe?" You replied while signing.

"...Mai Zique, will you write another story?" A middle-aged woman blushed.

"Maybe?" You continued to sign.

"...Can you write a message for me? Just write "I wish Shasha good luck in the college entrance examination"..." A female student said shyly.

"Okay." A smile appeared on the corner of your mouth.

It turns out that being loved is such a happy thing.

Listening to their sincere praise, you feel the long-lost happiness. Just like a child who has achieved success for the first time, the value of life has been affirmed.

A story that can bring people happiness, resonance, and feelings is enough to make you not regret it. The boring creative process, the exhausting late nights, the burning of your own investment...seems to have paid off.

But you can't help but hear negative voices.

"...I don't think it should be written like this, you are wrong here!" A young man came to the line, he pointed out all the unreasonable places he thought, and said excitedly: "There are so many loopholes, what kind of creator are you? Go home and suck milk!"

"What do you think?" You cast your eyes, read the part he pointed out, and said lightly: "Unfortunately, you feel wrong, these have corresponding explanations."

"...You are so young, how can you achieve such great achievements?" A middle-aged man came to the line, and said coldly: "I don't believe you are just this age, your age is a disguise! Luowasha has a lot of disguise props, you may be someone's vest, deliberately marketing the persona of a young genius here!"

"..."You smiled, without refuting, and watched him leave. His emotions were extremely high, as if he had determined this dead truth, and he directly judged you in his heart.

"... You must have a team behind you, otherwise how can you be so popular in the royal city?" A girl came to the line, she pointed at you and said, "Why do so many people help you promote? Give you a portrait? You just use your appearance to market the fan circle here! Fan circles are more profitable!"

"..." You hold your chin, not commenting.

In the post-truth era, people don't care about correctness itself, nor do they care about the truth itself. What they care more about is "whether the truth is on the same side as them."

If it is, then they will accept the truth frankly, and show off their power and agree with it. If not, then they will cover their ears and steal the bell, or use more bizarre logic to explain the truth they believe in, so as to bypass the truth and prevent themselves from showing their embarrassing side.

Indulge in ignorant enthusiasm, constantly ruminate on the truth they believe in, and unilaterally accuse others of "guilt", as if this can make themselves more sober.

As long as the pleasure and hatred of judging others continue to deepen in the small group within, the group will become more united, and thus believe that all their sins are gone and they are not wrong. Many groups adhere to such a ruling method, so that individuals gradually lose their clear cognition.

In addition, some individuals are willing to indulge in the joy of this judgment, and they willfully release their nature based on rumors and refuse to face the complete truth.

After the book signing, you came to the banquet hall, which was a party held by Princess Esdani.

Many creators gathered together and toasted.

You don't want to participate in this kind of occasion. The creator only needs to have a good idea. Why do you want to have such a meaningless social interaction? But Yongchun, your classmate from Wangcheng, pulled your sleeve and said in a low voice:

"These are all well-known literary seniors, some of whom started writing forty years before you. If you can get one or two words of praise from them, it will be good for your future. If you can link up with them, it will be good for your future." The reputation has increased significantly.”

You feel inexplicable and wonder: "Concentrate on creating life, why are you doing this?"

"Hi." Yongchun waved his hand: "The truly noble and great artists have long since starved to death! Without connections, resources, platforms, and promotion, they are nothing! No matter how good you write, how can you write? You have to keep doing it? Now that you have finished writing the next one, you have to maintain your reputation, right?”

"As long as the quality is good," you said.

"Humph." Yongchun shook his head: "Now is not the era of 'the fragrance of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley'. In Luowasha, without promotion, it just won't work. Your book is just catching on, and now people like it more Look at your casual adventure stories, but once the trend fades, will they always like you? Look at those great artists who were famous ten years ago, how many of them are still famous now?"

If you think about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case.

However, you are still young and you hope you have the capital to not give in.

"Go quickly and look familiar." Yongchun said to you in a low voice.

"I don't." You shook your wheat juice and went straight to the corner to show off your dessert.

In the center of the dance floor, some nobles were showing off their seniority, and the seniors were showing off their seniority.

At this time, you noticed a shadow cast in front of you. When you looked up, you saw a girl with a veil and blond hair shawl.

"...Shh, I'm Estani." The girl's smart eyes blinked.

"Princess?" you asked, "Why is Her Majesty the Princess masked in the corner?"

"I still want to ask you." Esdani sat next to her: "I organized this banquet for you, and invited so many seniors. Logically speaking, the newcomers should smile shyly, flatter a few words, and say "Oh, I'm just a newbie, but my seniors are good at writing stories" and "Thank you for your guidance," and so on. Why don't you go?"

You said: "Does the princess want me to do this?"

Esdani snorted softly: "Since World Tree established the creation level a week ago, dividing the creation levels into SS, S, A, B, C, D, E, and F levels. People started spontaneously In the contempt chain, those with lower levels must give way to those with higher levels. You must be humble even when posting, and you must actively avoid it when updating. "

You asked in surprise: "Is there such a thing? How do you know your level?"

Esdani said: "Don't think about it, everyone is F level at the beginning, and only some well-known seniors can quickly reach E level..."

Soon, you opened the [Creator Panel] and looked down.

…

[Creator Level: C Level]

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ah.

It turns out that the world does care for you.

It turns out that you really have the capital to not give in.