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Chapter 1384 Chapter Thirty-Six: "Cosmic Catology."

【“Sique Olivers.”】

[“——You are a great artist in Lovasa. Your casual strokes are more important than anyone else’s.”]

[“——You just need to look towards poetry and the distance, and express your talent and romance.”]

[“In my memory, everyone says this to me.”]

[“They say I am a genius and they are mediocre. Tens of thousands of mediocre people cannot match the contribution of a genius.”]

[“I am indeed blessed by God. Ever since I picked up a pen at a young age, I felt as if all the words in the world were coming to me.”]

[“I have seen people who have worked diligently to create thousands or tens of thousands of stories, but they can only get a meager salary to support their lives.”]

[“I have seen people who never dared to pick up a pen in their entire lives, and never wrote a complete story.”]

[“But this doesn’t matter. Maybe they were just born at the wrong time. Or maybe they were constrained by various practical factors.”]

[“When I saw through all the textual threads, the world became boring in front of me. The colors I perceived began to dim, and the fire in my chest began to die down - I sensed an emotion called 'loss of enthusiasm'.”]

[“I began to realize how long I had been burning myself like a flame, devoting myself to creation, but forgetting to look back at the people in reality? Or, I regarded everything in the world as inspiration, lost my ability to empathize, and even when I saw a tragedy, I only wanted to record it... How long did I continue in this state?”]

[“How long has it been since I smelled the flowers in the park, and how long has it been since I enjoyed the sunset at dusk?”]

[“It might not be a bad idea to end the story here.”]

[“But I soon realized that if I chose to end it, the first people to destroy me would not be myself, but those who called themselves ‘mediocrities’.”]

[“They have been eager for me to fall from the throne for too long. Some people even went to great lengths to smear ‘Olives’, fabricate rumors about me, and stab me in the back.”]

[“And there are those who long for me…They clothe me in gold, adorn me with tinsel, look forward to my future, and also build a hell for me.”]

[“‘Since you are a genius, you should do what a genius should do.’ Therefore, as Oliver, as the greatest creator, as a darling favored by inspiration - I have never been a little magpie for a day.”]

[“Until the day when Su Ming’an arrived, everything will eventually come to an end. The three trillion eight hundred and seventy-nine billion six hundred and seventy-eight thousand five hundred and forty-six characters I have written, a total of four million six hundred and ninety thousand chapters… will finally come to an end.”]

[“I remembered the oath that the bridge made to me at the beginning of creation—”]

……

I solemnly swear.

——I will feel every spark of inspiration with my heart, I will use my pen to depict the sincerity and beauty in my heart, I will not be afraid of failure and doubt, and I will stick to the original intention of creation.

——No matter how tortuous the road ahead is, I will embrace my passion and pursue my dreams. I will explore the unknown, dare to break through myself, and burn my life and soul in the world of creation.

——I am well aware of the power of creation. It can awaken people's hearts and connect the world. I will always learn and grow with a humble heart.

——I promise to live up to this creative mission, turn every idea into reality, and create my own ideal paradise among endless possibilities.

……

[“My promise has been fulfilled. I created my Garden of Eden with my pen.”]

[“Now, we just need to take the final step, Su Mingan.”]

……

The purple-haired young man leaned back in a recliner, his swirling hair lingering around the stone platform like a growing vine.

He held a towel in his hand and coughed a few times, and bright red blood appeared on the towel:
"Mr. Lighthouse, are you ready? I will tell you everything."

Si Que didn't tell Su Ming'an before because Su Ming'an's memory couldn't be preserved until the next time. But now, Su Ming'an is qualified to know everything.

"...Are you going to entrust your child to me now?" Su Mingan said, "Where are all your OCs?"

"Mr. Lighthouse, I have to correct you...I don't like it..." Si Que said with all his strength.

"Well, where are all your comrades?" Su Ming'an said. He held Si Que's back, and even through the cloth, he could still feel Si Que's skin was as cold as ice.

Si Que gave a pale smile: "I don't trust them."

Even if it was someone whose life experience he knew clearly, he still didn't trust him.

"You don't trust them, but you trust me?" Su Mingan said.

"Then what should we do?" Si Que held his forehead with his fingers: "After all, it is the original."

"You are nothing like my original self. I am not M."

"It's just that the time has not come yet."

"...This is impossible no matter what."

"Sooner or later."

Si Que tapped his temple with his fingers, then patted the recliner next to him: "Want to sit down?"

"Go ahead." Su Mingan sat down.

Under the starry sky, a purple figure and a black figure sat opposite each other. Su Mingan then realized that he had regained his original appearance after entering the dream.

Two watchers of the world sat and talked in the silent night, with transparent whales passing by them and colorful stars falling on their shoulders.

For a moment, Su Mingan felt like he was teaching Aktor in the last moments of the ruined world. The original cores were indeed the same, with the postures of guides and pioneers, appearing in front of him one after another to help him move forward.

"The mechanism for the generation of the source of the world is a unique and novel system of civilization," said Si Que.

Si Que's first words made Su Mingan open his eyes wide.

"If the universe is compared to a cat, the evolutionary mechanism of the universe is like the blood purification mechanism of living things, which keeps the useful and erases the useless. Over the long years, the cat will automatically reduce useless organs... such as civilizations without any characteristics." Si Que said:
“The creativity and diversity of inspiration are more important than anything else, and a civilization without any characteristics will gradually lose its vitality and die, and will be gradually ‘purified’ by the universe.”

"So, only civilizations with unique characteristics can survive. For example, the evil dragon characteristics of Minghui, the nine gods characteristics of the dome, the three-dimensional characteristics of the ruins world, and the world line characteristics of the old world."

"You must have wondered why Praia's source of the world disappeared?"

……

[Su Lin never knew who took away Praya's source of the world.]

[It is said that after thousands of years in the old world, civilization underwent an untraceable evolution. The gods disappeared, and all the people in the holy city died naturally. The source of the world could not survive the long years of thousands of years and was consumed.]

……

"In fact, it is not completely consumed." Si Que said steadily:
"——but because of Praia, no very novel features have been produced."

"Praia is still continuing the emotional power system of the old days. Praia is still using the holy city left over from the old days. Without sufficient creativity and diversity, the source of the world will gradually disappear."

Su Mingan opened his eyes wide: "So that's how it is..."

He secretly complained in his heart, it turned out that his cosmic cat theory did have a theoretical basis.

Si Que nodded: "So, this is why Luo Vasa has many world sources - it has too many characteristics."

"This is an overly rich civilization. There are interstellar Zerg, blood demons, elf dragons, and oriental peach fairies... a hundred flowers bloom, and everything is available."

"Other civilizations only have one worldview. But Rovasha is the worldview of millions of creators, pieced together, and with each additional creator, the worldview becomes richer."

Su Mingan said: "A big world where millions of creators work together."

Si Que smiled: "Yes, that's right. It's like a mod that is always being updated. The creators are counted in the millions, and when the previous generation dies, the next generation will join in."

Su Mingan said sincerely: "No matter how many times, I always feel that your world is too romantic."

Even the fantasy in the mind can be turned into reality through the tip of the pen.

Everyone is Ma Liang, the magic painter. Everyone can create the world in their hearts and plant the flowers in their hearts in the vast wasteland.

You can devote your whole life to creation, and use your pen to change the world, instead of just complaining about it. From childhood to old age... you can see your creations grow gradually, and your passion will burn throughout your life.

Si Que took a cloth and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Yes, I like it very much."

His hair was mixed with some snow-white feathers, which grew scattered on his body like hanging laurel leaves.

"…I once read a book in which there is a sentence: [The purpose of studying hard is to turn you from a chicken into a goose, and then hope that your descendants can turn the goose into cattle and sheep. Studying is not the only way, but ordinary people really can't even become a chicken without studying]." Si Que said:

"Mr. Lighthouse, you have read the history of the First Era. Rovatha should not be like this. It should be a peaceful, calm world without any killing. It was the 'traitor of mankind' Kasadia who tampered with the origin of the world and injected a lot of fantasy of other worlds, which made Rovatha evolve into what it is today, full of fantasy elements such as dragons, demons, angels, etc. - Do you think Kasadia did something wrong?"

Su Mingan shook his head: "He was not right, but he did nothing wrong either."

The black water surged between them, making a loud noise.

Si Que still looked at the starry sky, panting as he spoke:
"I have the same idea as you. If Casadia had not been successfully tampered with at that time, and Rovatha had evolved into a world without magic as she wished, with only humans as an intelligent race, could Utopia really be born?"

"Without the dragon race, there will be people as greedy as dragons. Without the celestial race, there will be people as arrogant as the celestial race. Without the insect race, there will be people who exploit and devour others like the insect race..."

"And when that happens, how can the lower class resist? They can't use magic to change their fate. The only thing they can do is to give advice on the Internet."

"Giant forces fighting each other, conflicts of faith, the gap between the rich and the poor, polarization..."

"History is an endless cycle. As long as there are human beings, we will always repeat the same mistakes."

"It seems that Luowasha is extremely dog-eat-dog, but in fact, the dog-eat-dog situation in the world without magic is even more terrifying. It is invisible, subtle, and deep-rooted."

"It is reflected at the wine table, at the conference table, at the interview table, and in every smile and flattery."

"…I am glad that we have understood the creation system."

"Our hands, which were injured in the flames of war, no longer hold guns, but quills, manuscript paper and ink."

"It gives people at the bottom a chance to climb up, and it also gives the general public a stepping stone to rise above mediocrity. It allows the long-numbed masses to raise their heads, look at the starry sky, perceive the beauty of art, begin to understand the colors of dusk and sunset, and begin to savor the first drop of dew in the morning."

"Do you know, Mr. Lighthouse, that in the First Era, Rovatha was like a dark forest, with bloody cannibalism everywhere, and the atmosphere of madness and terror permeated the entire world."

"It was not until the Second Era that the Creation System appeared. Only then did we have the situation you just admired—everyone became Ma Liang, the Magic Painter."

“At that time, I wanted to change this situation.”

Si Que paused, and his golden eyes brightened slightly:

“I’m arrogant.”

"...I want to turn this cruel, bloody, numb, terrifying, class-based, war-ridden, disorderly, and malicious world into a paradise."