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Chapter 1500: Final Chapter: Sea-Crossing Chapter [9]: "Nest."

Mo Yan's eyes widened in disbelief.

...Why did you kill Si Hua?
"I refuse." Mo Yan said without hesitation. He would not kill people for no reason.

Wu Yi wiped the pistol at his waist without saying much.

At this time, a blond man in the audience raised his head. His pupils were like gold and he had dragon horns. He stared at Si Que and said:
"Si Que, do you know what it means to create the 'Book of the World'?"

Mo Yan blinked... What does it mean? Isn't it that from now on, I can change the lens of drama memory and change the tragedy? Isn't this good?

Si Que's voice was calm: "It means that everything created must conform to the order and rules required by the World Tree."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence.

Mo Yan showed a puzzled expression... What's wrong with this? This is what the future Luo Vasha will be like.

"So..." A man in a cloak said slowly, "From now on, only creations that meet the needs of the World Tree can be rated high."

At this moment, Mo Yan understood what these people were worried about.

A young man covered in oil paint strode up to the stage, tightly grasped the blue-green feather microphone, and said loudly:
"Everyone, the most important thing in creation is freedom! Freedom! The most valuable thing about human beings is their wild imagination and endless associative power!"

"Imagine this!" He opened his arms exaggeratedly. "If you want to create a bird with a fish head, it can breathe in the sea and fly in the sky. How magical! But there is a being that tells you that you can't create it this way because society doesn't like it, so you are forced to give up this idea! From now on, birds can only be birds, and fish can only be fish!"

"My God, the biggest difference between creation and science is that the latter is fixed and rigorous, while the former is free and unrestrained! The goodness or badness of a creation cannot be determined, just as there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand observers. Some think it is good, and some think it is bad. But if we have to come up with a fixed score, divided into first-rate creation, second-rate creation, and third-rate creation, where do we leave the freedom of creation?"

After finishing this speech, Mo Yan was dumbfounded and felt that he had stepped into a field of thought.

This is the organization [Nest] that Si Que established in the early days...

Mo Yan saw many great figures from later generations, such as the young Dragon King Ian, the skinny Bone Dragon Gunbunir, and the top 100 of the Creator Conference. Most of them were dressed simply, just like the busy people.

Another white-haired elf girl walked onto the stage and refuted:
“The fact that humans give up some of their freedom in exchange for security is the cornerstone of civilization.”

The white-haired girl had pointed elf ears and wore a plain long skirt with lots of white bows and green daisies hanging on it. She said in a gentle voice:

"An ideal situation requires rationality, not simple suppression or indulgence. The World Tree is the supreme symbol of Rovatha, and it is reasonable for it to control the creation."

"The God of Inspiration, Viridodo, once said that even though the cries of the oppressed are always buried under the ruins of order, life is more reasonable than feathers."

"If we develop recklessly and barbarically, who can protect the creators? Who can erase the stigma for scientists? Who can provide a basis for survival for the middle and lower-level creators?"

For a moment, attitudes were divided into two camps, and the debates on and off the stage were fierce. The narrow civilian area seemed to have turned into an elegant debate hall.

"Thoughts don't have to be on high towers, they can also be in ditches..." This thought flashed through Mo Yan's mind.

Yamada Machiichi on the stage was listening silently, but saw the white-haired elf girl who had just spoken walking over.

"Si Que, I want to leave the nest." The white-haired girl said calmly.

"Why? Sitra." Si Que's eyes showed surprise: "You have such a good talent for creation, and you supported my point of view just now, so why do you want to leave?"

"Because I'm worried." Stella whispered, "Creation is too unstable and there's no guarantee. In fact, if I go back to the elves to plant flowers and grass, I can have a stable life. Following you like I am now, I will risk an uncertain future."

Si Que's eyes turned painful.

"I'm leaving too." A young man with red eyes and devil horns on his forehead came over and said, "I'm sorry... Actually, I tried to hold on, but this thing really can't be eaten. Alas, Si Que, your ideal is too great, but we are all ordinary people, we can't wait."

Si Que clenched the emerald and whispered, "But I have already fought for you. As long as the 'Book of the World' is built, with the protection of the World Tree, maybe, maybe the middle and lower level creators can survive..."

"No." The young man with red eyes said calmly, "Little ants like us can be easily crushed to death. However, when we can really write enough bread to fill our stomachs with a feather pen, I will come back, Si Que."

Yamada Machiichi suddenly felt a pain.

He thought about the reasons for his depression in high school, his dream of becoming a cartoonist, the picture albums torn to pieces by his parents, and the scoldings of "no future".

He thought about his current success, that he was already the biggest book artist in the World Forum, and that countless artists no longer had to worry about food and clothing in the World Game. But... for Luo Vasa, where was the "World Game"?

Who can provide protection for an emerging concept and who can feed those who are less talented?

Who can support those who linger on the threshold of genius and are unable to step in, those who can only stand on the steps of the temple and peek at the high pavilion with envy?
"I'm leaving too, Si Que." The blond man with dragon horns who spoke first came over and said, "You once said that no one would control our thoughts and fantasies, but you failed to do so. You turned to the World Tree... traitor."

His voice was low and painful, as if he was deeply hurt.

"I must come up with a way to protect the majority of people." Si Que said slowly: "Parry, Ottilia, Lubert... they are all ordinary people who do not have the courage to fight against the whole world. Talented people like me can boldly pursue our ideals, but a little storm may destroy the life of an ordinary person. In order to be responsible for the majority of creators, I..."

He clenched the emerald in his hand.

"So you let a big tree judge our fantasies and use rules to restrict our creation...weak! Does this mean that no matter what we create in the future, people will point at us and question us, 'What are your intentions, what are your purposes, and why did you create these things?'" Ian scolded.

"Whatever you say." Si Que's eyes were clear and bright:

"I just hope the massacre we saw last night doesn't happen again."

"Only in this way..."

He put his hand on his chest, with a strange enthusiasm in his eyes:

"Our [nest] will last forever. Birds born with wings and wingless birds born without wings can all survive."

Ian turned his back, his eyes no longer shining like gold.

He thought of the scientists who jumped off buildings, the people who wrote about wild beasts eating villagers, and the chronic drugs whose chemical compositions had been tampered with.

But he also thought of the books thrown into the fire, the stories that were forced to be graded, the broken quills and the spines of countless people.

"boom!"

Just then, he suddenly heard a gunshot.

The sharp gunshot cut through the noisy arguments and suddenly made the air empty.

Si Que's right chest burst into blood and he spat out a mouthful of blood, then slowly fell down amid everyone's exclamations.

"who is it!"

"who!"

Where everyone's eyes were focused, a young man with white hair and golden eyes slowly walked in and blew out a puff of white smoke from the muzzle of his gun.

"I've always been very curious. The story of Si Que's creation is indeed good, but it's not good enough to dominate the world. Why is he unrivaled in the world and ranked first all year round?" Su Liujin said calmly, "It turns out that Si Que was the first person to join the World Tree and took advantage of the World Tree's hype and promotion. Praising gods, worshipping gods, and creating gods, pervasive propaganda... Your fairy tale of fairly good quality has become a popular reading material for everyone in Luowasha. Sometimes when you wake up in the middle of the night, do you feel that you are not worthy of your position?"

The character possessed by Su Liujin is named "Su Xiaobai", and his mission is to [destroy the Creator Conference]. Since Su Xiaobai's race is "Prophecy Nightingale", he can speak words similar to prophecy.

When faced with the choice, he chose "shoot". After saying such a long paragraph, even he was surprised that this was what Su Xiaobai was thinking.

However, Su Liujin did feel strange. He had long believed that Luowasha should be a place where all flowers bloom, and Si Que should not be the only one that dominates the world. He always thought that he had not discovered Si Que's shining points, but now he vaguely understood that for "creation", the most important thing is no longer the spiritual energy, but the preference of the world tree.

The creators at the top of the list are never the clear stream.

Without the love of the World Tree and the promotion of the gods, the truly noble Great Creator would have starved to death long ago.

People must create what the World Tree likes, and they must remain silent about what the World Tree hates.

Once you dare to go against the current, innovate boldly, and go against the trend of the times led by the World Tree, you will be put on the "Thunder List" by the World Tree, inviting the general public to criticize, avoid, and spit on you.

Therefore, the things created by Luowasha gradually became the same.

Therefore, people who truly think deeply no longer dare to show up.

Therefore, short, fast and exciting creations are becoming more and more popular.

Therefore, there are more and more things that are not worthy of their positions.

So, if you are nice, you will get candy.

Therefore, there will always be something in this world that cannot be burned... "White Sand Paradise".

When Su Liujin lived in the sea, he had admired the hot creations in Luowasha through online forums more than once. He was obsessed with the exquisite design, smooth lines, and beautiful appearance of many creations. But he often found that these creations were not popular with the public, but some creations that he could not see were spread all over Luowasha. He tried his best to watch these hot creations, but finally found regretfully that he might be one of the "minority" who could not feel the beauty.

Paintings, sculptures, stories, calligraphy, antiques, jewelry... and even human character, morals, and behavior in real life seem to always show this situation.

The inferior crushes the superior, the bad are happier than the good, the people who have abandoned their moral character dominate the kind and upright, and the incompetent rebuke the farsighted. Reversal and backflow swept through people's popular cognition and gradually became the norm.

"At first, the World Tree's creation ranking confused me. If the World Tree has no consciousness, then what basis does it have to judge our creation? If the World Tree has consciousness, then it evaluates everything with its own opinion. Why should the hundreds of millions of people in Luowasha listen to a big tree and follow the trend?" Su Liujin said: "It turns out that the source of all this is you, Si Que."

"Then let me ask you." Si Que was supported by Yamada Machi, with the corners of his eyes raised, and he said slowly: "If... the Book of the World was not created... would there be fewer deaths than now?"

Su Liujin pursed her lips and whispered:
"will not."

"Heh." Si Que smiled, his voice distinctly cold. "Then... with what attitude... can you accuse me? The new generation of protagonist who has benefited from the bonus, the Jellyfish Emperor?"

Si Que revealed information that he should not have known during this period of time.

Su Liujin lowered her pink jellyfish hat and spoke from the heart:
"I'm not trying to blame you...Have you ever heard of the rainbow jellyfish?"

"Without external influence, the rainbow cloud jellyfish can grow into a variety of shapes. It can turn into a rainbow cloud and fly high into the sky, turn into a mushroom and walk on land, or turn into a wave and dive into the seabed... But some people think that its rainbow cloud form is the best to sell, so they use technological means to forcibly change its growth pattern, so that the rainbow cloud jellyfish can only be a rainbow cloud jellyfish forever."

"They are becoming more and more similar, like products produced on assembly lines. No one sees them flying into the sky anymore. But because they meet people's aesthetic standards, they will no longer starve to death. There are always people willing to buy them and bring them into the factory."

"This kind of erasure of characteristics actually prevents the extinction of a rare race."

"I shot you not because I disagree with your opinion, but because..."

Su Liujin paused at this point. What should he say? He shot to complete the mission. After all, this was just a simulated history, but this reason could not be said in public...

"Well, because... you have to..." Si Que looked at the air and laughed softly: "Complete the mission? This is the sixth level of the disciple game, not reality?"

Su Liujin opened his eyes wide, feeling as horrified as if he saw a rag doll come to life.

……

Su Mingan came to the Wheel of Fortune.

This is not a real land, but a small space. The golden pointer turned into a curtain, and a chaotic sea of ​​mist hung in the sky.

"leader."

"leader."

The people here were all blurred and saluted him.

"Master Demon, welcome back." At this time, a young man in a black and gold cross robe knelt on one knee in front of him.