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Chapter 1319: One Thousand Three Hundred and Fourteen · Devil's Line · "Flower of Cursed Fire."

Tick, tick, tick.

The bronze second hand swayed silently, and a cup of long-cooled tea lay on the table.

The first rays of morning light fell through the window panes, and Su Mingan sat on the bed. As his eyes opened and closed, his somewhat scattered expression gradually gathered.

"Adu, tell the time," he said.

阿独传出声音:“安酱！现在是副本第六天（2025年4月7日）上午6点40分！早上好，祝你有个好心情哦！”

It seems that he went back to this morning.

……

[——Due to the arrival of the red sun: 5 hours and 20 minutes.]

……

In order to survive the red day, Su Mingan took action.

He stretched out his hand, and the white mark on his palm shone brightly——

The next moment, he was standing in a wasteland. The sky was a dull gray, and there was no grass growing on the ground.

——This is his “little world”.

In the initial world, there was nothing. As the "God of Creation", he could freely draw this place.

At this time, a colorful sugar cube flew out of his pocket, grew a pair of white ear feathers, and heard Si Que's voice: "Mr. Lighthouse, now I will teach you how to build a small world."

In order to survive the Red Sun, the first step is to make the small world livable and able to serve as a temporary shelter for humans.

"So the sugar cube is your microphone..." Su Ming'an looked at the sugar cube.

"Yes. Although I am in a dream, I can transmit my voice through the sugar cubes. But if you were greedy and ate the candy, now I would be talking in your stomach." The sugar cubes circled around Su Ming'an.

Su Mingan watched silently.

Sugar cube rotating for 1 minute.avi

Su Mingan stretched out his right hand.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was in control of everything, as if the entire world was in the space between his palms. The light condensed in his hands and turned into a pure black feather pen, similar in shape to Si Que's purple-gold feather pen.

"As the God of Creation, this is your own creation." Fangtang said, "You can start to use your imagination, God of Creation."

Su Mingan waved his feather pen and imagined in his mind——

The sky should be blue.

The earth has thousands of... The earth should be yellow-green.

In an instant.

"Wow—"

Along with his fantasy, azure blue suddenly spread out radiating from the top of his head, dyeing the entire sky.

"Clusters, clusters—"

I heard the sound of wind blowing through a birch forest, and clusters of yellow-green grass leaves emerged under my feet, dyeing the earth a deep yellow in an instant.

Su Mingan looked at this miraculous scene and once again realized that he was indeed the "Creator God" of the small world.

This feeling of being omnipotent and creating everything is in line with his stereotype of "God".

Those who play Werewolf in the town of Trili, those who are reincarnated in prison within the Black Wall, those who marry in other worlds, those who dress as women in the old days, those who wander around the universe picking up scraps... in comparison, they really cannot be called "Gods".

"We have officially entered the first step." Fangtang said:

"The first step in creating the world - [Conceiving a large map]."

“For example, if you want the small world to develop into a world with a developed water civilization, it is best to set it up with a very vast ocean.”

Su Mingan asked: "What if I hope that a magical water civilization similar to Atlantis will emerge?"

Fangtang said: "You can bring 'magical' elements into your small world, such as the siren corpse you picked up in Praia, the tentacle monster you picked up in the old days... Put these things in your small world, and a magical water civilization may be born."

Su Mingan seemed to have an epiphany: "It's like making a pot of broth. If you want to make it tomato-flavored, you have to add a lot of tomatoes. If you want to make it salty, you have to add a lot of salt and bacon."

Sugar Cube: “…Yes.”

It turns out that building a world is similar to cooking.

Su Mingan understood.

It doesn’t seem difficult at all.

He rummaged through his backpack and found a Cursefire Flower seed that Siber had given him. Seeing the seed reminded him of the girl in red. If he ascended in Rovatha, maybe he could go back to the dome to see her.

"Plant it. This is the first foreign plant in your little world." said Sugar Cube.

Su Mingan buried the seeds in the ground.

At this moment, the information panel appeared.

……

【Small World·? (Unnamed)】

[Item: Cursed Fire Flower]

[Direction: Magical side]

[Elements: Curse, Fire Element, Plants, Emotional Power]

[Expected growth time: Long]

……

Next is the second step of creation - [Establishing the logical framework and world rules]

Su Mingan asked: "What are the rules of the world?"

Sugar Cube's answer: "For example, some worlds believe that being naked is a virtue, but some worlds believe that being naked is wrong. For another example, water can put out fire, but in some worlds, water has no effect on fire. These are the [world rules]."

Su Mingan understood: "Then I can also..."

Cube Sugar said: "Yes, you can also set your little world as: being naked is a virtue."

Su Mingan: "I don't think so."

Sugar Cube: “Oh.”

Su Mingan copied Zhai Xing's instructions.

Next, enter the third step of creation - [Place the initial life. ]

Commonly known as "writing character setting".

Logically speaking, the world's first life should have started with cyanobacteria and bacteria, but due to time constraints, Si Que suggested starting directly with humans.

"I...created human beings?" Su Mingan pointed at himself.

"You are already a C-level creator and have unlocked the [Create Supporting Character] function, so of course you can." Fang Tang said.

Su Mingan looked at his quill pen.

At this moment, he remembered Lotasha who was full of despair before her death, Clemens who committed suicide, and the smiling Casadia... These were all characters created by Si Que.

When he thought of the resentful look on their faces as they pursued Olivers... he felt numb.

He doesn't want to become the second generation of Sique.

However, if you think about it carefully, those people's resentment is because Si Que is too treacherous. He loves everyone he writes about, but he is not treacherous at all, so there should be no problem.

"Is it okay to just write one?" Su Mingan raised the pen.

"Write at least four." Fang Tang said with a smile: "One [protagonist], one [supporting actor], one [supporting actress], and one [supporting character of the same gender as the Walmart shopping bag]."

Su Mingan was in deep thought.

"It's too difficult for a novice to build a character from scratch. I suggest you start with imitation," said Fang Tang.

"Imitate..." Su Mingan picked up the pen.

"For example, imitate your friends. It will be much easier if you copy them," said Fang Tang.

Su Mingan nodded.

Following Lu Shu’s template, Su Ming’an wrote a [Supporting Actor].

He has white hair, green eyes, a strong and stubborn temperament, pursues to be a "good person", and knows how to use a knife.

Following Yueyue’s template, Su Mingan wrote a [Supporting Actress].

He has black hair, black eyes, a cute and kind personality, and likes to practice sword skills, play games, and eat chocolate.

Following Leon Lai’s template – Su Ming’an wrote a [Walmart shopping bag gender supporting role].

He has white hair, white pupils, a cold and rational temperament, his thoughts are to calculate everything, he can do math problems and riddles.

These are extremely simplified versions, basically only a few key words are written. Fangtang sighed: "When I was 12 years old, I could write a 1000-word character design, and even set up five princesses and four demon kings."

What it means is that Su Mingan is really too new.

"Yes, so now that you are thousands of years old, you are still being hunted by the character you wrote when you were 12 years old." Su Mingan said.

Sugar Cube stopped talking.

The last step is to write the protagonist.

Su Mingan picked up his pen: "What kind of qualities does the [protagonist] need to possess? Perseverance? Courage? Intelligence? Unwavering?"

He thought of many words of praise in his mind, as if he had to use all the gorgeous words to pile them on the protagonist to make him worthy of such an identity.

But Fangtang shook his head: "The [protagonist] does not require any rigid requirements, nor does it demand any qualities."

"Why?" Su Mingan was puzzled.

"Some [protagonists] are righteous and brave, always walking on a road of passion; some [protagonists] are weak and incompetent, their friends keep dying, but they don't see any growth; some [protagonists] are insidious, sanctimonious, selfish...but none of these affect their becoming [protagonists]."

"Why? Are people like this worthy of being the center of civilization?"

"Why not?" Fangtang said, "This isn't a moral selection contest. What determines who becomes the [protagonist] is simply who has the narrative anchor of civilization."

After thinking for a moment, Su Mingan put down his pen.

……

【Black hair, black eyes.】

……

Fangtang circled around Su Mingan a few times: "And then?"

Su Mingan put away his pen: "That's enough."

He wants [the protagonist] to develop on his own.

He felt very weak all over his body. Creation required a lot of energy, not to mention that he created four at once.

Soon, a human figure gradually emerged, with black hair, black eyes, soft almond eyes, light-colored lips, and pure white clothing...

Fang Tang looked at Su Ming'an in surprise: "Some people put their ideal fantasy into the creation of characters. Is this your dream lover?"

Su Mingan was speechless: "No."

The [protagonist] in front of him was actually a girl with black hair and black eyes, who looked somewhat similar to Su Mingan.

She just appeared on the barren ground, looking around blankly, as if she didn't know the meaning of her birth. She was like the first primate life to awaken wisdom.

Behind her, there was a white-haired, green-eyed youth, a black-haired swordsman girl, and a white-haired, white-eyed asexual person—this was the original protagonist group of the small world. They were the first humans in the world, with similar confusion on their faces. Even if they wanted to communicate, they could only make fragmented sounds.

Perhaps, they are not yet standard life forms, because the small world is too primitive and not enough to give birth to complete life forms with high intelligence. They are more like a wandering soul that has not yet taken shape.

Su Mingan used up the last of his physical strength to create some basic daily necessities, then he was so tired that he exited the small world and lay down on the bed.

"Time flows very quickly in this small world. Perhaps you will be able to witness changes soon," said Fang Tang.

Su Mingan raised his hand.

So, next...

Fifteen spots of light appeared on the watch - those were the locations of fifteen important people.

Lu Shu, Noel, Su Lin, Lu, Yamada Machiichi, Beiwang, Luna, Isabella, Lin Yin, Aini, Boris, Alger, Zhao Yuan, Yi Song, Mizushima Kawaseong.

Next, he needs to choose one of them and record everything that person encountered before the arrival of the red sun.

Some melted sugar cubes fell on his shoulders.

"Please choose your hero."