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Chapter 1241: One Thousand Two Hundred and Thirty-Eight: [Why did they fall?]

"...So you still don't quite believe me." Hui Bai lowered his eyelids, revealing a sad expression, his eyes filled with surging sadness.

If this wasn't acting, Su Ming'an would really be touched by him. Every time he expressed doubts about Hui Bai, he felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

"Liu Jin, I can't bear to see you being pulled out of the sea and forced to take on the fate of Princess Hongta." Hui Bai said:

"I know that as a predator, an indispensable link in the food chain, I have done something that cannot be avoided - killing lives. This is the underlying logic of our survival."

"——[To live, you must take in nutrients, and as long as you are alive, you will always be exploiting others. The upper level of the food chain oppresses the lower level of the food chain, squeezing the latter's surplus labor value throughout their lives, and the lower level of the food chain will direct its malice toward the lower level, oppressing those who serve them. Those who are unable to direct malice will vent their emotions on distant strangers on the Internet.]"

"I hope that through our collaboration ... we can fundamentally end this endless cycle of oppression."

"Liu Jin. Please believe me..."

Hui Bai placed his palm on his chest, a gesture that was almost like a Rovasha knight’s salute:
"You can only trust me."

Su Mingan's eyes moved slightly.

If he had a favorable impression, perhaps after Hui Bai's words, his favorable impression of Hui Bai would really increase. However, due to the "pearls and jades" of the gods, Su Mingan found it difficult to trust anyone.

Looking at those earnest blue eyes, Su Mingan couldn't help but think of Noor... Noor's acting skills were just as superb.

"I can't trust you." Su Mingan remembered Luo Vasa's rule - trust makes food taste better. It was because he trusted Lu as a teammate that Lu lost control and attacked.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you don't doubt me." Hui Bai's expression was always sincere: "Okay, read the story first."

Su Mingan raised his hand and touched the page of the book.

……

[The name of the story you drew is——"The Wingless Bird of Paradise". 】

【This story has a total of 30 pages. 】

【You are on page 12. 】

……

"Shh!"

When he opened his eyes, he was sitting at a mahogany table, the quill pen in his hand resting on a piece of draft paper.

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

...a steampunk room.

He felt himself reaching out and tearing off the draft paper in front of him, his fingers hovering over the flaming fireplace, about to burn the draft paper.

There was a mirror on the fireplace, and Su Mingan could see his own face clearly through it - his long purple hair flowed over his shoulders, and his eyes were like a cold, extinguished fire.

——It’s Squidward Olivers.

It is difficult for others to get a single word of Si Que's stories. Even if you spend all your money, you can't buy a single word written by this strongest creator. However, Su Mingan always draws the stories written by Si Que. The previous story tells about Si Que's experience of being eaten. What experience will this story tell about Si Que?
"Crack."

The fire in the fireplace burned vigorously. Su Mingan saw himself in the mirror with an indifferent expression and gloomy eyes. It was an expression of... being very dissatisfied with the thing in his hand, almost disgusted.

"Boring characters, dry plot development, meaningless and redundant foreshadowing..." He heard himself talking to himself, that is, Si Que talking to himself: "This kind of thing is only worthy of being burned."

His fingers loosened 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 like this.

Su Ming'an immediately controlled his arms and used his ability to fine-tune the plot as the King to grab the draft paper to prevent it from falling into the fire.

"...Huh?" He heard himself uttering in confusion: "Why did I save this piece of draft paper...strange."

It seems that after Su Mingan fine-tuned the plot, Si Que could sense something strange. This is equivalent to...they are temporarily sharing a body.

However, Si Que did not throw the draft 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 made him want to burn it.

There were several paragraphs filled with text on the draft paper.

……

[No.: Character Design-0013]

[Identity: Slum orphan]

[Outline: He has a tailor sister who takes good care of him. The story emphasizes the kindness and gentleness of the tailor sister. She longs for the children to be happy and often brings back some beautiful wild flowers to pin on the children's clothes, teaching them to be kind.

Then at the right time (for example, when the elder sister knitted a new dress for each child, she smiled happily and quietly placed the gift at the door of each child...)
Arrange death for her.

The death ending should be beautiful, logical, and touching. The elder sister could be killed by the upper class in order to protect her children. For example, she was killed by the knights around a noble just because she bumped into him. And her favorite child can see the whole process, and insert a flashback to remind people of the beautiful moments of the elder sister's past, and then compare them with the appearance of the elder sister's death...

Finally, the scene was frozen in the heavy rain, with the blood-covered sister lying on 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 point, the character "Character Design-0013" is arranged to appear. He used to be the most well-behaved and obedient orphan. Under the guidance of his kind sister, he decided to study hard to become a knight and change the current situation in the slums. 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 blood-stained red rain, he placed the withered wild flowers on his sister's forehead and kissed her through the petals.

He began to understand that kindness was meaningless. The poor could not be happy with kindness, and wild flowers would never become roses and tulips.

[Ending: From then on, he committed all kinds of evil all his life, but in the end he died because of the only good deed he did in his life.]

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

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

[Additional self-evaluation: Actually, after a closer look, some parts are pretty good. ]

[Final self-evaluation: No. What a dry plot, it makes me 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 what Si Que is mumbling. Are all artists like this? When I see something 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 immediately…

However, from Su Mingan's perspective, this scrapped proposal on the rough draft paper is actually pretty good... at least better than the narration of the God of War Dragon King. But Si Que must have very high standards.

"...Why am I still watching this kind of rubbish?" Si Que's voice muttered to himself.

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.

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

After dipping the pen in ink, the pen tip rested on the paper for a moment without falling. Si Que stared at the draft paper in silence for a long time until the ink drop slid down the paper, spreading out irregular ink marks.

"...I can't seem to write anything today." He said softly: "Let's go find some inspiration from Dragon King..."

Su Mingan vaguely knew the reason why Si Que was hunted by Long Huang and his men - others regarded Si Que as a true friend, and Si Que regarded him as a source of inspiration.

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

After a while, Si Que finally picked up his feather pen, but this time, he did not write about the character setting or the story, but a series of thoughts, written seemingly casually.

……

【Even if you emanate fantasy from reality, you 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 been colored by me. Whether it is their name, age, or background. Their actions seem to be out of free will, but in fact some people are born to die in a specific way. ]

【——Why did they fall? 】

[——Why do the endless loopholes and sorrows exist in this world? ]

[But I am happy to explore this long-term pleasure, and regard everything as a memorial to this ending, using periods and ellipsis to gather the sadness of everything.]

[History is a kind of ancient, real, epitaph and memorial book engraved on civilization. I dare not compare myself to history, but just a despicable life copyist, a thief who carries other people's lives, and a cruel executioner who burns the abandoned.]

[But at least, the text depicts 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, but also gave them despair.]

[If you can't bear it, don't touch your quill in the first place. ]

……

Su Mingan stared at the text in a daze. Although he could not 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 flame of the fireplace again.

The firelight danced in his cold golden eyes, and it was unclear whether it was the endless vitality or the eternal silence. 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 finally did not burn the draft paper.

"Forget it. Even if it's a waste manuscript, just keep it for now... Just put it in a corner and don't read 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 returned accurately to his head, and then flew into his hair with a thud.

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

Only then did Su Ming'an realize that the room was littered with such paper airplanes, as well as paper butterflies, paper birds, paper bananas... They were scattered under the bed, under the table, and next to the cupboard... It seemed that Si Que had more than one waste draft. He was too lazy to even sort these waste drafts and just folded them up and threw them away.

Si Que opened the door, holding a feather pen in his mouth, and muttered to himself incoherently:

"All right."

"Who should I go to see today?"

……

White light flashed.

The story of "Wingless Bird of Paradise" ended on this page, and Su Mingan returned to where he was.

Before he could recover from Si Que's experience, he saw the explosion.

Hui Bai, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man, was confronting a blond-haired, 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 be on our page. You go first, he is not a good person."

Hui Bi said calmly: "You are a vicious supporting character who maliciously hijacks the plot... How dare you appear in front of the protagonist. Liu Jin, you should leave first and don't go with him. Pudding is on a nearby page, she will protect you."