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Chapter 1340: One Thousand Three Hundred and Thirty-Four · Angel 1 Line · "Si Que is Luo Vasa's sinner."

"This is a lie."

At this time, Qi Zhou suddenly spoke.

Seeing everyone looking at him, he stood with his arms folded across his chest and sneered at the masked man: "Champion? The last time I saw you as a champion, you said the same thing. But now? I'm still participating in the second Disciple Game, and you haven't given me anything."

Su Mingan looked at Qi Zhou.

This inconspicuous purple-haired young man was actually the champion of the first Disciple Game? No wonder Qi Zhou was so arrogant that he even dared to mock Si Que's appearance. As the final winner of the first session, he was indeed confident.

"Last time, after I won the championship, I broke the screen and saw you. As a champion, I can make a wish come true." Qi Zhou sneered, his face flushed with anger: "But you said that my wish was too greedy and you couldn't make it come true! Only if I win the championship in the second session, you will help me make it come true! Now I realize that you can't do anything at all! Boss Rabbit is still capable, at least he built the framework of the Disciple Game - as for you, you are just a bunch of termites!"

The man with bear ears said in a bad tone: "Termites? You should call us respectable investors. If it weren't for us, how could Boss Rabbit have enough resources to build the Disciple Game?"

Qi Zhou said coldly: "So when the Disciple Game became successful and had a scale, and could bring more profits to you capitalists, you killed the people who made the game seriously! You wanted to get ahead and use gambling, betting, live broadcasts and other forms to earn more profits for you!"

After hearing this, Su Mingan almost understood the situation.

——The conflict between a passionate game producer and a profit-hungry investor.

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[“Girl! I want to collect all the good stories in the world and reproduce them in a game. This game is independent of Luowasha. I named it ‘Disciple Game’.” Boss Rabbit twisted his body: “I think the story of the Floating City in the Daytime that you wrote is very good! I want to collect it into my game as the second copy.”]

【Si Yi said: "Why did you make this game?"】

[Boss Rabbit twisted her skirt and said coyly: "We want to make pirated games and kill the legitimate ones! Legitimate games are very bad, we don't allow them to exist!"]

……

Boss Rabbit is the original game producer. Her dream has always been to kill the genuine world game.

However, she alone was not enough, and later the higher races of Luowasha smelled business opportunities and became her investors. As a price, these investors began to dictate her games, point out the scripts, and make extensive adaptations, changing the good stories beyond recognition.

Boss Rabbit also accepted it. After all, people need to make a living. At least with the funds, she has the possibility to realize her dream.

However, she misjudged investors' desires.

The investors went even further and set up underground gambling games, secretly broadcasting the games to the higher races, treating the lives of the ordinary contestants as a wonderful drama and earning live broadcast fees and betting fees.

When the time is right, they will cross the river and destroy the bridge, and replace Boss Rabbit.

After the second level of the Disciple Game, Boss Rabbit disappeared, and no one cared where she rotted. She was replaced by Boss Cat. But after Boss Cat died, there might be Boss Dog, Boss Fox, Boss Bear...

Desire never stops.

In front of interests, dreams are just numbers to be measured. They are worthless and have no equivalent.

Creators like Boss Rabbit never woke up until the very end.

Or maybe, she has woken up and realized it, but will not change.

"Si Que actually condoned the existence of you parasites." Su Mingan said coldly.

"Oliviers? Do you think he's a good guy?" The Deer-Eared Man laughed. "He's just a jerk! Do you really think he's some noble and arrogant artist? I'm telling you! The real noble and arrogant artists would have starved to death long ago! Without connections, resources, platforms, and promotion, you creators are nothing! So what if you write well? If no one sees you, what kind of trash are you?"

The bloody truth is revealed before our eyes.

Su Ming'an's understanding is still slightly limited to his student experience. He has always believed that Luo Vasa's worldview is very romantic, and that as long as the creator has talent, he can change his own destiny.

But how can it be so idealistic? Reality is never a fairy tale.

He only saw the successful people, not the "majority" who were doing nothing. Just like in the art world, without a recommendation letter from a master, without the support of a mentor, without the resources of an exhibition hall, who would support you?
Rovasha's romantic filter was shattered, and the truth and reality were reconstructed nakedly before his eyes.

Lin Hejin is full of ambitions, but because he questioned Si Que, he was cyber-bullied and no force would take him in.

Ran Bo's lifelong efforts were no match for a single revision by an authority.

Qi Zhou became the champion of the first session and tried to change his fate, but now he is still struggling in the second session.

And Si Que...

"Su Liujin, I know you, precious Turritopsis dohrnii. In our eyes, your existence is more valuable than the entire disciple game." The tiger-eared man stared at Su Mingan greedily.

Su Ming'an remained calm as the space barrier quietly deployed, surrounding the banquet hall, ready to close the door and beat the dog.

The tiger-eared man wanted to persuade him to give up evil and join the light, so he threw him a piece of memory lens: "Here. This is Si Que's experience when he was young. Look at what he did. Think about it carefully and decide whether to stand on his side."

...Si Que's experience? I must read it.

Su Mingan vigilantly held up the space barrier and touched the drama memory lens.

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"——Si Que! Why did you kill so many people? Do you want to become a god through killing? " someone asked.

This is a very short memory lens.

Si Que stood in the rain expressionlessly, holding a notebook in his hand. Most of the names in the notebook had been crossed out by him, all of them were dead.

His pen killed these people.

He was wearing a white robe, his facial features still looked immature, he was about nineteen years old, and it had not been long since the last time he entered the Church in the memory lens. No one knew what had happened in the meantime, leading to the current situation.

The crowd gathered around him excitedly, insisting on an answer.

However, he remained expressionless and silent.

People's patience was gradually worn out, and the first person to approach appeared. It was a young girl, who pounced on him with her teeth bared:
"——My parents are dead, I want you to pay with your lives!!!"

A blood mark appeared on Si Que's face, and he felt a tearing pain. He wanted to retreat, but there were many people behind him.

The big hands started to push and shove, and people became angry. More and more people started to fight, and they needed to find a way to vent their anger. Si Que, who couldn't give a reason, was the best channel.

"He killed so many people! There's still ink on his hands. Kill him!" someone screamed.

"No, he can't die. The World Tree favors him, and we must keep him alive!"

"In order to prevent him from continuing to harm others, his hands and feet must be cut off, his eyes must be blinded, and he must not be allowed to continue writing those words that harm others - all the tragedies he wrote before have come true!!!"

"He can't explain it! He did it on purpose! He can't give a reasonable excuse!"

Si Que is Luo Washa's sinner.

There is no doubt about this, because the tragedy he wrote killed many people, and he himself did not refute it, he even closed his eyes.

Anger swept the crowd. Si Que staggered a few steps and was pushed to the ground. He seemed to try to pick up the feather pen, but a long knife chopped him first. With a "snap", his right palm fell to the ground, revealing the bones of his wrist.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp blade came from somewhere and cut off his left hand.

He had just taken a breath when he heard a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound of bones breaking. Someone had directly broken his leg bones, breaking all his tendons and bones.

The young man fell down like a kite.

Bloodstains, mottled bloodstains.

The blood dyed the ground red, but people still felt it was not enough, so they hit him on the back with a stick.

"Oh!"

A mouthful of blood spat out.

He wanted to get up, but he had no strength. Not only did his legs lose feeling, but his internal organs also felt a sharp pain of shattering. The skin on his back was torn apart, and the bent bones pierced into his flesh.

Coarse dust and gravel scraped across his abdomen, a dozen pieces of broken glass pierced his arms, and sticks rained down on him.

Amidst the fierce shouting and heavy breathing, people held justice in their hands, judged the wicked, and smiled happily, as if the sins had finally received the judgment they deserved.

"--and his eyes, his eyes--his eyes can't be spared!" someone shouted.

"——Don't give him any chance to write anything!!!"

Si Que exhaled slowly, enduring the hellish pain all over his body, and said nothing.

Soon, the girl at the beginning was chosen to wield the sword of justice.

She pulled the hair in front of Si Que's forehead and pulled him up from the ground, as if pulling a bloody feather. Her eyes were red and full of resentment:
"From now on, you will never hurt anyone again! Human lives are not your ink, you devil!"

She held a piece of glass in her hand and pointed it at Si Que's eyes, but soon she thought of something and threw the glass away: "Wait a minute, if I use the feather pen you are so proud of..."

She tore open the inner pocket of his clothes, pulled out a purple-gold feather pen, and pointed the tip of the pen at Si Que's eyes.

The golden eyes were as dazzling as the sun. Even though they were bloodshot, they were still bright enough to make people feel ashamed of themselves.

The girl was enraged by the look and yelled, "Don't look at me like that! You devil!!!"

Perhaps Si Que should also be angry.

But when he heard the sadness of losing everything in people's voices and saw the tragic foundation of this disaster, there was no fire in his heart.

"——Sanction him! Sanction him! Sanction him!!!"

People seemed to be caught up in a grand carnival.

Everyone upholds justice in their hearts and makes up for their losses with joy. The more they judge sinners, the more their sins will be eliminated.

Si Que's eyes had been squinting the whole time. But at this moment, when the tip of the pen was pointed at his eyelids, his eyes slowly opened completely.

Silently and calmly, he stared at the tip so close at hand.

His eyes were clear, as if silently expressing that he had done nothing wrong.

The girl was shocked by the look, and after a moment she felt angry - she was actually shaken, she even began to doubt whether the sinner was guilty.

Amid the crowd's encouragement, she screamed, roared, and raged - and waved her hands.

It was like the guillotine of justice, falling with a click.

"Well done! Well done!!!" people screamed.

"He won't be able to hurt anyone anymore! If he can't write a story, let's see how the World Tree will still like him!!"

"When he loses the favor of the World Tree, I will put him on the stake!!!"

Amid the people's enthusiastic cheers, amid the fire of carnival that swept everything -

That beautiful, shining, sharp quill--

Make two sticky sounds.

It pierced into Si Que’s eyes.

The golden pupils were shattered, and blood mixed with white flowed out of the eyes, like two broken gems.

……