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Chapter 1516: Final Chapter: Guarding the Shore [15]: "Prologue: He opens the Welcome Back to the World Game"

The [Upload] button lit up slightly, and Alauddin pressed his finger down.

"drop--!"

He looked at the system interface with a little nervousness and saw: [Your story has been uploaded successfully].

“Is this all?” Alauddin murmured, looking back at his own story:
……

[Story name: "Dara's Sky"]

【Creator: Alauddin】

[Story summary: This story takes place in a slum with ochre-red roofs, moist air, gray-black soil, and rolling brown-yellow rivers. A pariah named Dara, who is short but as agile as an ape, often wears a faded blue shirt. Although he lives in poverty, he always tries to bring hope and food to the slums. His courage and sense of justice have become a symbol of heroism in the hearts of the residents.]

[Plot score: 52 (sad subject matter, heavy tone, Sekaiju doesn’t like it.)]

[Character Rating: 67 (handsome and clever slum hero Dara, old woman Banu who sells chickpeas, "iron hat" police officer Kumar, little boy Seth who worships Dara, jeweled lady Field... the characters are multifaceted and three-dimensional.)]

[Logic score: 56 (The protagonist Dara did not become a slum hero because of his extraordinary power, but because he dared to protect the poor and fearlessly resisted the "iron hat" police officer, which is difficult to establish in reality.)]

[Philosophical score: 69 (a story about a young hero who is not afraid of the powerful, accompanied by a multifaceted and diverse cast of characters, the idea is acceptable.)]

[World Secrets Reveal Rating: 20 (This subject has nothing to do with Luo Vasa and is adapted from the life experience of the Creator.)]

[Ending score: 0 (the ending has not yet been written)]

[Comprehensive score: 55]

[Current elements: reality, drama, heavy, adventure]

【Your story: 18293 words】

[Popularity rating: outside the top 10 million. ]

【Number of clicks: 288】

[World Tree's comment: "In this era, no one likes to read non-fantastic novels anymore."]

……

This is the story that the top player on the list, Alauddin, has created since he entered the eleventh world.

He did not use the subject of Rovasa, but his own past life story, and the memories came from his personal performance. Because of the sad subject and heavy tone, it was not popular in Rovasa.

Compared to Mizushima Kawai's "Phoenix Ao Jiu Tian: The Sixth Lady", Alaudin's story is not refreshing enough, and compared to Yi Song's "Did You Fall in Love with the Demon Mother Goddess Today", Alaudin's story is not attractive enough. People like to see the exciting love story of the Demon Mother Goddess, and like to see the story of the killer lady slapping the face of the idiot and ruling the beast. Who would be interested in Alaudin's story?

What’s even more interesting is that this serious story that was created with great effort only received 288 clicks, while Yi Song just casually threw out a low-quality, brainless short story and it received millions of clicks.

Even though no one reads it, Alauddin still conscientiously perfects the story. What bothers him most now is how to give the story a satisfactory ending so that the final reward is not too ugly. In fact, he can improve the score by adding a little color and a little bloody emotional disputes. However, he can't get over this hurdle in his heart when he uses his own life as the theme of the story.

"This is why I can't catch up with the first-tier players... I'm too emotional and too entangled in unnecessary things..." Alauddin sighed silently.

This story will be uploaded to the World Book and become a drop of water among countless stories. However, the World Book will only choose the best drama memory lenses and will not pay attention to such insignificant stories.

Alauddin looked at Anthony, a man with blond hair, a sturdy build, and a frown on his face, who was busy making various calls:

"Yes, Avril, even if your story has a low score, please upload it... Why do you want to upload it? I can't say more about this. Maybe the organizer is watching us. Anyway, it can help Su Mingan."

"Right, Ryan, you don't have to limit yourself to the subject matter of the story... What? You said your story is about... uh, that kind of subject matter? Well, that's fine... maybe it will be useful..."

"Su-style... you'd better curb your fantasies. Yes, make some changes so it can pass the review..."

Anthony is asking all players to upload their stories. Even if they are not finished, even if there are still loopholes, please upload.

Alauddin finally reviewed the order of the memory lenses in his story and confirmed that he was satisfied with the story, but the ending was still undecided. He hesitated and said:
"Anthony. How can this help Su Ming'an? He is standing under the gaze of the gods. Can our story help him in any way?"

Anthony hung up a communication and smiled, "Have you uploaded it? Alauddin, if I remember correctly, your story is about a man from the slums becoming a hero?"

"Yes, yes." Alauddin was somewhat touched. He did not expect that Anthony would pay attention to his story which no one cared about. "I have uploaded it."

"Then wait..." Anthony looked at the sky outside the window: "Maybe in the next moment, the scene in front of you will suddenly change."

...The scene before my eyes suddenly changed? Was I being suddenly pulled into someplace?

Alauddin looked puzzled.

Thick clouds engulfed the sky, and ink spread along the horizon.

In my ears, I heard the voices of many people chanting, "There is eternal joy here, and we praise our Lord together. Prosperity will never fade, and blessings will be boundless. The rivers will never flow, and we will be honored for generations." It was sacred and powerful, like a hymn.

……

Moonlight Forest.

Su Mingan, who was attacked by three high-dimensional beings and a god, was unable to dodge and was pierced through the chest by the holy sword of the Mother Goddess of Light.

Sharp golden light ran rampant in His body, penetrating into His colorful coat inch by inch. Even the mask could not stop the flowing blood. He coughed.

At this time, the emotionless voice of Boss Rabbit sounded in his ears:

"Hmm~ As long as you beg me, I will consider saving you~"

"No, not necessary." Su Mingan would not put his hopes on Boss Rabbit's mercy.

He opened his scarlet pocket watch with a "click", glanced at the value [8780/10000], estimated how much longer he would need to hold on, and then put away his Devouring Claws and Colorful Scythe, leaving only a pair of bare hands.

Actively laying down weapons is an action that is usually interpreted as giving up.

Gray fog lingered around Su Mingan, and the Lord of Thought and Faith spoke in unison like millions of people: "Are you giving up? Come with me. My target is only you. I don't care about Zhai Xing's fate."

Huaye stopped halfway, and the beautiful Euritilola said softly: "Then you might as well choose me... Humph, I won't hurt you like others, you can continue traveling with Brother Noel."

The bone claws froze, and Laplace uttered a hoarse voice: "I only care about your power of death. I am not interested in anything else. Instead of trusting them, you should trust me, whose goal is pure."

As the sun gradually faded, Kritsins' voice was like the scorching sun: "We can continue the previous covenant. You have seen my methods. The most I can do is let you have some beautiful dreams and let you have a good rest. If you are willing to give me the position of the master of the small world, I can even let you go."

Su Ming'an could only hear a lot of insidiousness and cunningness in these repeated exhortations. This scene reminded him of the time when he was negotiating with the other people in the ruins world. The conditions proposed by that group of people were more unreasonable than the last.

He even heard Xiaona's voice:
"…If you can't hold out for the next period of time, you can come back and merge with me, becoming the brain of the world game."

Xiaona's rosy figure was looming, floating in the drizzle.

What choice did he make in the ruins world? It seems that he did not agree to any of them.

This time too.

Under the heavy rain and thick clouds, the white-haired young man with white tentacles covering his back did not raise his sword, but instead raised an ink-gold feather pen.

"Euritilola, Laplace, the Eighth Seat, the Tenth Seat, Kritsins, the unseen Catanis, and Corona." He pointed the tip of his pen at the sky, his white hair fluttering.

Everyone listened attentively to His reply, waiting for His choice.

However, He did not glance at anyone, and the bright smile on the mask became more and more wild:
"As a creator with poor skills, 'Olivers' was forced to take on the responsibility, and he is still a novice creator who writes nonsense chuuni dragon king literature."

"Thanks to Magpie Olivers for his inspiration before he fell asleep."

"I will fight this battle with you in the way of Rovatha."

"If you have the guts, catch me before everything becomes a foregone conclusion."

He closed the red pocket watch with a click and wrapped the silver chain around his wrist. Immediately, He swung the feather pen, and the outline of the Book of the World appeared in his palm.

The gods did not realize what he was doing until Yuritilola, who was familiar with Rovatha's current situation, shouted:
"——'Dramatic Memory Lens'! 'Book of the World'!"

"He wants to use the Supreme Pen, and the unique 'book' system of Lovasa, to become a protagonist who travels through the pages of the universe—"

"He's going to hide in those players' 'joint stories'!!!"

The gods did not take Rovasha's world system seriously. Even at this moment, they did not fully understand Yuritilola's reminder, and there was a moment of hesitation on their faces.

Until the Book of the World began to shine, Su Mingan started writing casually, and the tip of the pen casually touched a story that had just been uploaded.

He took a casual look and found that the creator of this story was called "Alauddin" and the story was called "The Sky of Dara". He had never seen this story and it seemed not to be famous, but it happened to be uploaded at this moment and let his pen touch it. He did not have time to choose more stories. While the gods were hesitant, he quickly used his ink-gold supreme feather pen to move the story that Alauddin had just uploaded to the latest page of the Book of the World.

"Shh-!"

In an instant, everything changed.

The sky was like old cotton wool soaked in mortar, clouds were rolling in the low sky, and the sky with heavy rain turned into off-white pages of a book in an instant.

Su Ming'an raised his hand and tore open the collar of his clothes that was pierced by the holy sword, revealing the mark of the resonance of the World Tree Seed on his heart. The pattern representing Olivers was now burning into pure blue.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The sound of a heart beating violently.

At this moment, the "Book of the World" radiates an incomparably brilliant light.

If you want to change the memory lens, you have to pay a huge price. For example, a top player like Boris may pay the price of his life. But Su Mingan did not change the order. He just added the stories uploaded by the players to the latest page of the "Book of the World", just like adding pages to the story!
Rovatha is a book!
Everyone underestimates the concept of this world!
Since they have come to Rovasha as "guests", they must abide by the rules of the world here!
As early as the moment he faced the gods, Su Mingan had already figured out how he was going to survive the final moments.

At this moment, the "Book of the World" in Su Ming'an's hand suddenly emitted billions of light particles, each of which carried the roars and whispers of different real and imaginary timelines. They were stories that had not yet been selected, stories that had already been selected, the unwillingness of countless ordinary people, and countless buried words.

The masked white-haired young man opened his arms in the rain of light, as if embracing the sanctions that were destined to pierce his heart. He smiled at the gods, as if challenging them:

"——Next, welcome everyone to the home of 'our players'."

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared.

The sky transformed into the shape of an off-white book page, slowly turning a page, reflecting a new outline, shining brightly.

……

Inside the meeting room, Alauddin sat in his chair, feeling anxious.

"What's the point of Su Ming'an asking us to upload stories..." Alauddin muttered to himself.

Anthony was still busy making the call and did not answer Alauddin's question.

Alauddin frowned, and recalled what Su Mingan said at the beginning of the meeting:
……

[“Everyone, I need to collect fifteen stories.”]

[“Please hand over the stories you have written so far to me. Whether it is urban style, martial arts style, game style, light novel style, science fiction style... as long as you like it, it is a good story, and I need it all.”]

[“I named this story “Welcome to the Return World Game”.”]

【“This will be a story we write together.”】

……

…Joint Stories.

Alauddin rubbed his brows, still unable to figure out the meaning of this word.

"Shh!"

Suddenly, Alauddin felt that the scenery in front of him changed suddenly.

It is no longer the brightly lit conference room, but a slum with ochre-red roofs, humid air, gray-black soil, and rolling brown-yellow rivers.

He saw a dusty young man, his cheeks stained with dust, his temples covered with finger-shaped holes, his neck had dozens of cuts, his facial skin, bare shoulders, arms, palms, calves... all covered with thousands of scars. There was a huge hole in his chest, his abdomen was covered with wounds of varying sizes, and even the joints of his arms and legs had traces of broken bones.

The young man held a gleaming ink-gold feather pen in his right palm and an open golden book in his left palm.

Cutting throats, digging out hearts, piercing abdomens, cutting off limbs, slow slicing, suffocation, blood loss... it seemed as if so many losses had happened to him.

This is not the first player in Alauddin's impression.

But this is indeed Su Mingan's face.

The young man walked towards him, stretched out his hand without a piece of good flesh, and looked at Alauddin with confident and gentle eyes, looking at——

you.

……

"Come on." His voice was gentle but firm:
"Come, let us go on our final journey."

……

(End of this chapter)