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Chapter 1398: Chapter 4: "If there is no wind in the world ()."

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

Su Mingan opened his eyes wide.

...Boss Rabbit?
The Boss Rabbit in front of him looked particularly immature, and hadn't yet developed a greasy accent.

"Si Que, I came to Luowasha today to invite you to be the second organizer." Boss Rabbit showed a sincere expression, which was particularly precious on his face: "Since I met you, you have given me many suggestions to improve the world game. I hope you can become my close friend and walk through the universe with me."

Su Mingan almost vomited.

It seems that this happened a long time ago. The contrast between the sincere and green Boss Rabbit is very strong.

When Si Que escaped from the laboratory at the age of 7, Boss Rabbit saved Si Que. Perhaps the rabbit was too lonely, or Si Que's charm was too high, and the two became friends.

At this time, the world game should have just started, and it was up to Boss Rabbit to perfect it all. Si Que made some suggestions over the years, and Boss Rabbit gladly adopted them.

Boss Rabbit smiled:

"The World Game can accommodate up to twelve hosts, and now I occupy the first place."

"But you are from Rovasa after all, and you are young. I'm afraid you don't want to leave your hometown so soon. When you want to come, just tell me."

"I will always keep the second seat for you. No matter who I recruit later, the second seat will always be open for you."

...Second seat.

Su Mingan's heart skipped a beat.

The second seat who never showed up... turned out to be Si Que?
"I am bound by the rules and cannot leave the world game for too long. I will leave now." Boss Rabbit nodded: "See you next time, my friend."

……

"...Pull the tie to the right...OK."

In the dressing room, Si Hua was tying 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, with two forked tails dangling from her hair, smudged with a gradient of cyan. Even with green hair, it was still hard to look away.

Only an elder sister would often dislike her younger brother.

"...You are such a loser in life. You can't do anything. You even need your sister to help you tie your bow tie." Si Hua muttered, glancing outside the door: "It's so noisy. I think the streets outside are crowded. If you marry a princess, it will be the same as you marrying into the royal family. I will be the only pillar of the family."

"I need to correct one thing." Su Mingan said: "I don't think I have any feelings for the princess."

"Okay, okay." Si Hua shrugged. "...I won't advise you. Just live your life happily. I know you prefer paper people, so live your whole life with paper people. What's the problem? If you raise a dog, it will wag its tail at you. If you raise a child, he may be so rebellious that he will make you vomit blood, and maybe even eat you alive!"

When she said "eaten alive", she meant the child gnawing on the coffin money of his parents, but Su Mingan understood the literal meaning. When he thought of Su bread, he was deeply moved and nodded repeatedly.

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

Su Mingan looked in the mirror. To his frustration, his green hair still looked good, and he even looked like an elf.

"You...are much better than my sister." Si Hua looked at Su Ming'an, who looked like a decent person. "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."

"My sister is amazing too."

"Haha, is that so? But someone like me, no matter how powerful I am, probably won't leave my name in history. But you... you probably will leave your name in history."

"If you want to stay, I will help you."

"Forget it. I don't want to leave a name with accessories like 'Si Que's sister' or 'Si Que's relative'. If I want to leave my name through the ages, I should leave my achievements behind!" Si Hua looked out the window at the steam airship she loved so much: "I will also...try my best not to lose to you, brother."

She suddenly raised her right fist:
"——One day!"

Su Mingan looked up.

He has no sister, but he can feel a closeness that blood is thicker than water. If he was born in Luowasha, Si Hua would also be his biological sister.

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

Si Hua's golden eyes flickered as he shouted:

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

"Brother, if you want to do something, you have to say it out loud! Otherwise, life will be too hard and you will forget your wishes!"

"I don't want to become a numb adult who forgets my youthful ideals in my day-to-day work! I want to say it out loud - I, Si Hua, will become a great engineer whose name will go down in history!!"

Her voice was resounding, like an echo in a valley, full of eagerness and anticipation.

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

"I, Si...Su Mingan."

He wants to say his name.

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

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

"Louder!"

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

He didn't say what he wanted to be.

He had done what he had to do and fulfilled his obligations, and he had become a person who would not regret anything.

What he is thinking about now is his true wish.

"Su Ming'an?" Si Hua scratched his head and didn't ask any further questions. Anyway, Si Que often did some weird things, and it was not the first time that he claimed to be "Su Ming'an".

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

"This is the ritual of making a wish in Rowsa - after making a wish, put your fist in front of your mouth and blow."

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

They looked out the window together.

The sky was blue and there seemed to be stars in my sister's eyes.

……

……

"...Is that the hot new dark horse recently, Si Que?"

“…So handsome.”

"... a man from a poor and remote village who has become a relative of the bridge, I think his writing is just average."

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

You sit down calmly and sign books one by one.

"...I, I really like your book "The Jellyfish's Way Home". I really like the kind butterflies and the mysterious rabbits in it..." A shy girl handed over the book.

"Jellyfish's Journey Home" is the first story you published. The protagonist is a jellyfish wearing a red cape. 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, he met twelve animals with different temperaments and experienced various adventures. Because it is a serialized story, you haven't thought about the final ending of the jellyfish yet.

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

“Maybe?” you replied, signing.

"...Mai Zique, will you write another story?" A middle-aged woman's face flushed.

“Maybe?” You continue signing.

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

“Okay.” You let a smile appear on your lips.

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

Listening to their heartfelt praise, you feel happy, just like a child who has achieved success for the first time and whose life value has been affirmed.

A story that can bring people joy, resonance, and feelings is enough to make you feel no regrets. The boring creative process, the exhausting late nights, the burning investment...seems to have paid off.

But you can't help but hear the negative voices.

"...I don't think it should be written like this!" It was the turn of a young man. He pointed out all the things he thought were unreasonable and said excitedly: "With so many loopholes, what kind of creator are you? Go home and drink milk!"

You cast your eyes down, read the part he pointed out, and said calmly: "Unfortunately, you are wrong. These all have corresponding explanations."

"...You are so young, how can you have achieved such great success?" A middle-aged man came to the line and said coldly: "I don't believe you are this old! Luowasha has a lot of disguise props, you may be someone else's vest, deliberately marketing the image of a young genius!"

"..." You smiled and didn't refute. His emotions were extremely high, as if he had determined this truth and was judging you directly in his heart.

"...You must have a team behind you, otherwise how could 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? Draw your portrait? You are just using your good looks to promote the fan circle here! It's better to make money in the fan circle!"

"..." You held your chin, not saying anything.

People don’t care about being right or the truth itself. What they care about more is “whether the truth is on the same side as them.”

If they are, they will accept the truth and show off their support. If they are not, they will try to cover their ears and steal the bell, or use more bizarre logic to explain the truth they believe in to avoid embarrassing themselves.

Indulging in ignorant enthusiasm, constantly ruminating on the truth that one believes in, and unilaterally accusing others of "guilt", as if this can make oneself appear more sober.

As long as the pleasure and hatred of judging others continues to deepen within the small group, the group will become more united and believe that they are not wrong - many groups adhere to this method of ruling, causing individuals to gradually lose their clear cognition.

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

Many creators gathered together and toasted each other.

You didn't want to participate in this kind of occasion, but your Wangcheng classmate Yongchun pulled your sleeve and whispered:
"These are all very famous literary predecessors, some of whom started writing forty years earlier than you. If you can get a word or two of praise from them, it will be good for your future. If you can connect with them, it will greatly enhance your fame."

You feel puzzled: "Creation should just focus on creation, why bother with all this?"

"Hey." Yongchun waved his hands. "The truly noble great artists would have starved to death long ago! Without connections, resources, platforms, and promotion, they are nothing! So what if you write well? Can you always write well? Once you finish this book, the next one may not be. You have to maintain your fame, right?"

“As long as the quality is good,” you said.

"Hehe." Yongchun shook his head. "This is not the era of 'good wine needs no bush'. Your book is just catching up with the trend. People now prefer to read casual adventure stories like yours, but once the trend fades, will they still 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 to be true.

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

"Go quickly and get familiar with the place." Yongchun whispered to you.

“I don’t.” You shook your wheat juice and went straight to the corner to show off your desserts.

In the middle of the dance floor, some nobles were taking advantage of their seniority and the seniors were showing off their qualifications.

At this moment, you noticed a shadow cast in front of you, and when you looked up, you saw a girl with a veil and blonde hair shawl.

"...Shh, I'm Esdani." The girl blinked her lively eyes.

"Princess?" You said, "What are you doing in the corner with your face covered?"

"I have something else to ask you." Esdani sat next to him, "I held this banquet for you and invited so many seniors. Normally, newcomers should smile shyly and flatter you by saying things like "Oh, I'm just a newcomer, but the seniors write better stories" or "Thank you for your guidance". Why don't you go?"

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

Esdani snorted. "Since a week ago, the World Tree established the Creation Level, dividing Creators into SS, S, A, B, C, D, E, and F levels. People have spontaneously started a contempt chain. Those with lower levels must give way to those with higher levels, even the time to post must be given up, and the time to update must be avoided. You don't give me any face at all."

You were surprised and asked, "Is there such a thing? How do I know my level?"

Esdani said: "Don't think about it. Everyone is at F level at the beginning. Only some well-known veterans can quickly reach E level..."

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

……

[Creator Level: C-level]

……

what.

It turns out that the world really favors you.

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