I really don't want to be famous, but the collapse is still chasing me

Qiong returned to her room.

Fatigue enveloped him.

At this moment, no god of Omphalos could take Qiong's eyes away from this lounge chair.

"Mimi? (Ah...are you sleepy? I can hardly keep my eyelids open when I see you.)"

"Mimi, mimi, mi. (If you're sleepy, go to sleep. Huhu, huhu... But, is there no night in this city? I can't sleep..."

Qiong looked at Mimi and nodded seriously. What Mimi said made sense.

Wait...something seems wrong!

Qiong frowned and looked at Mimi with a very strange look.

"Mimi! (Hey——I'd get shy if someone stared at me like that, huh?)"

"Mee-mee-mee, mee-mee! (Is my fur tangled? Or are my ears…are they fine? Look, they're twitching.)"

【And you said you are not Ai Li! 】

[This smell is about to overflow! ]

[What's going on? Why is my head automatically dubbing?]

[Shit! You're not even acting out this line, are you?]

[Musical notes, where are the musical notes? Where is my anti-counterfeiting mark?]

-

Qiong gasped, "You're not stuttering anymore?!"

"Mimi? (Oh, that's right! I can actually speak in complete sentences!)"

Then he was lost in thought for a long time, "(Hey hey hey—hey hey hey—it feels great to be able to speak fluently! But… is my speaking style so mature? The first-person pronoun is actually… "people"?)"

"Why didn't you do the dubbing?"

"Mimi. (That's right, it's so unfair! Right? Never mind, I've always been very tolerant. Once you get used to this setting... it feels pretty good, right?)"

[Nah, this smell, and you still say you're not Alicia?]

[It's really not Alishia. The actress' name is Xilian, not Alishia.]

[I don't care, fast forward to becoming a beautiful girl! ]

-

Qiong touched his chin and said, "Can you tell me about yourself now?"

"(Hmm, having said that... I still can't remember anything about myself. It's such a headache.)

But I have a feeling! — As long as I continue to collect the memories scattered across Omphalos, something very, very good will happen.

How should I put it… Anyway, I have a feeling that this world is very important to me! )"

Qiong nodded thoughtfully, "At the beginning, we only have one person and one dog, and we have to pick up all the equipment!"

"Mimi! (I'm not a dog! I'm not a pet! I'm... uh, what is it? Never mind, I must be a very important character anyway!)

Ah… I feel a little sleepy. The light is so gentle, it makes my fur warm. I feel like sleeping…)

Listening to Mimi's words, Qiong slowly closed his eyes.

Your consciousness drifted away into sleep, and at the edge of your dreams, you heard whispers.

"Open this book, I'll be waiting for you again!"

After saying this, Qiong slowly opened the epic poem of time called "Omphalus".

Even Mimi appears in the book, and the book also records the experiences of Wan Di.

Is there any physical merchandise for this book? I'd like one.

[Yes, brother, yes! This book is available on the official website, but you have to buy the story cards separately.]

[Huh? How much does it cost?]

It's not a big deal, at 15 yuan per story card. That works out to around - yuan to complete the collection. However, the story cards are purchased based on the season, meaning they're out of print after the web series ends. So, if you're looking for a complete set, you'll need to be patient and buy a whole set. If you're missing a story card, you'll be desperate.

[Uh... you mean you're using the peripherals to bind the web series? Haha, worthy of being Mihoyo!]

-

When Qiong was in a strange dream, another place in Ohma.

Bai'e and Xiadie were standing on a high platform.

"You should take this opportunity to rest, Lord Bai'e... The Fire Return Ceremony will be tomorrow."

Bai'e sneered, "Today or tomorrow, what difference does it make? Under Kephal's protection, it will always be dawn in Ohma.

As long as the light is this strong, I can't sleep well. Instead of forcing myself to close my eyes, I might as well calm down and sort out my thoughts. This can also be considered a kind of rest."

"So... have you figured it out?"

"Not at all. It's still a mess, and I don't even know where to begin. The fire in my palm was so hot at first, but now it's completely cooled... I can hardly feel it's there.

Miss Xiadie, do you think... does this mean that Nicardoli and I are quite compatible?"

Xiadie nodded blankly. "I don't really understand the underlying reasoning, but if thinking this way can make you feel more at ease... then I support your point of view."

"Thank you very much." Bai E seemed to be really relieved. He recalled what almost happened in the abyss.

If it weren't for Xiadie's obstruction, something very cruel might have happened.

Xiadie sighed softly, "Are you still thinking about what happened back then, Lord Bai'e?"

"Every moment, every minute. Just now, I lied to the two demigods—I told them that all I care about now is the Golden One's mission—I don't know if I can hide it from Aglaia's golden thread this time."

"No one can fool her, Your Excellency. She simply chooses to turn a blind eye to our lies."

"Indeed, it's a foolish wishful thinking. I often wonder, 'Can someone as ordinary as me become a hero?' I thought defeating Nicardori would quiet the doubts in my mind... but it only intensified."

Xiadie comforted him, "I can't find the right words at the moment... but I know you're no ordinary person, Lord Bai'e. Wan'en's enemies often jokingly call you 'Savior'... I don't think his tone is entirely joking."

"I should probably give up useless thoughts and just let my mind wander until the ceremony arrives..." Bai'e joked. "I've used this tactic before, before the history exam in Teacher Tibao's class—who could possibly review all the piles of slate and documents? Might as well just accept my fate and cherish the time I have for sword practice and play."

"So...how were the results of the exam?"

"The score? I don't remember it for a long time. I just remember that Teacher Tibao punished me by making me clean the Golden Ethnic Bathhouse for a week, and no one was allowed to help."

Xiadie smiled slightly, "So Lord Tibao also has such a strict side... Lord Bai'e, please continue to maintain a peaceful state of mind. I think you will be fine."

"Thank you, Miss Xiadie. I'd like to stay here for a while and try not to think about those troublesome things. Anyway, I can't think of any results. Lately, the scenery of my hometown...Aili Mishe keeps flashing before my eyes.

Those guys in Xuanfeng City have mastered incredible technology... If only I could separate my body and soul. That way, I could let my soul leave my body at any time and fly back to the familiar thatched fields of my hometown. Only there... can I find a moment of peace.

【Xiaobai, stop setting flags! 】

[It feels like a foreshadowing.]

[Wow, isn't this sentence full of foreshadowing? ]

[I feel that Bai'e will definitely fail! ]

[Don't worry, it will definitely fail. This part tells the audience that Bai'e has distracting thoughts and cannot inherit the fire.]

-

Outside of Ompharos, in a familiar corner of the galaxy.

The screen went dark.

However, there was still a sound coming from inside, and the sound was extremely similar to that from the Black Tower, but also like that of a certain cave thief.

"What a ■■■ adventure—insert whatever adjective you think fits where ■■■ is!

I’m sure you’re as curious as I am: So, what happens next?

Don't worry, because... there's no point in worrying. Why don't you just follow me and let me tell you a story that happened on the other side of the galaxy..."

The camera turned and arrived at the Black Tower Space Station.

The four small black towers are still there, I wonder what they are doing?

"Look, where is this? This is the Black Tower Space Station—the camp of geniuses, the cradle of science.

Look at these Black Tower dolls, how exquisitely crafted are they? I've heard more than once that some people secretly praise them behind her back: "She's so pretty!"

[Oh no, I really said that! ]

【She is so pretty! 】

【Hahaha, that's me.】

"But if you ask me, their reproduction of Ms. Black Tower's beauty isn't even one-tenth... no, not even one-hundredth. This isn't a compliment, I'm just stating an objective fact...

Remember this scene? What an inspiring sight! The esteemed Lady Black Tower of Genius Club 83 is questioning the great Master of Knowledge, seeking the secret of divinity from Him!

Continuing from the previous chapter, the legend of a genius who could rewrite the history of the galaxy begins here..."

"I say, Fourth Mirror—who are you talking to?"

at this time.

A big black tower, whose figure and appearance are almost the grown-up version of the little black tower, walked in front of a camera.

"Uh... I just wanted to add a bit of ceremony to our appearance, Ms. Black Tower."

The Great Black Tower folded his hands over his chest. "Oh, the sense of a debut ceremony... I'd be surprised if there was such a thing! It would be fine if I could actually talk to the Robot Head, but the problem now is... He's not responding at all!"

The fourth mirror said, "Uh...but Ms. Black Tower, look here...just from this picture, you're clearly standing in front of Master Boshi, right?"

"Oh, that? It's just a holographic projection. It's impossible to really summon the real Robot Head here."

"So you were just reciting lines to a projection?!"

The Great Black Tower snorted coldly, "It's called a sense of ritual. Isn't that what you value most? There's no point in saying this. Do you know how difficult it is to send a message to Master Boshi? I invested a huge amount of money in it. To power the 'audience system,' I had to draw on the energy of the entire space station, put it into silence, and then restart it afterwards. Do you know the cost of this whole process?"

The fourth mirror asked weakly, "How high?"

"Hmm..." Big Black Tower hesitated for a moment, "Money matters are not my business. You might as well ask Estelle."

"So you didn't know either!"

"I am the Black Tower Master, the Master of Wisdom, a true genius—cost control? Such a thing is too vulgar."

"You're absolutely right, Ms. Heita! For a genius like you, the company should provide all resources unconditionally, allowing you to freely pursue your own interests!"

"In that case, Black Tower, Master of Wisdom, a true genius... what are you going to do now?"

"What else can we do? Of course, we have to find out what's wrong with the 'audience system' and fix it."

"Uh... Excuse me, Ms. Heita, you are indeed good at many things. But are you sure that 'hands-on ability' is still one of your strengths? If it were me, I would suggest you contact Stephen..."

Who is Stephen?

[A member of the Genius Club who, wanting to slack off behind the fruit shop's back, developed a system and was subsequently noticed by Boshizun.]

[Uh, are you sure this Boshizun isn't Aha transformed?]

[That's what I thought at first, until I found out that the simulated universe was created by Ruan Mei, Screw Gum, Big Black Tower, and Stephen, then I realized he was a true genius.]

Oh, I see!

-

Inside the Black Tower Space Station, Black Tower’s audience with Master Boshi has not yet ended.

With the help of the energy supply of the entire space station, the Black Tower activated the audience system terminal and tried to communicate with Bo Shi Zun, but unexpectedly failed.

After investigation, it was found that all three sectors in the terminal were faulty, and Heita had to personally go in and deal with them one by one.

The Big Black Tower began to continue checking the system.

But the fourth mirror following her is like a chatterbox, constantly talking and having an uncontrollable desire to complain.

After Da Heita dealt with all the problems, she finally stopped pretending and directly found out the mastermind behind the scenes.

A memory thief, or at least a walker related to the fate of memory.

"Heita... Lord Heita! What do you want to do... I... I will tell you everything! Yiting's secrets, the things they covet... I am willing to tell you everything! Please, please forgive me..."

The big black tower touched the rememberer's cheek and watched her body slowly disappear into the mirror.

"Alas, at such an urgent moment, these are the only life-saving excuses you can come up with? This won't do. Need I remind you again? I'm from the Genius Club 83 Black Tower, the scholar who solved the mystery of the imaginary overflow, the key holder of the imaginary collapse weapon... Do you think I need to get any answers from you?"

PS:

I have been posting two pictures a day recently because I am arranging a new book. The new book is now almost complete and will be published in two days.

As for why I want to publish a new book? If I don’t, I’ll starve to death.

This is also where I share some of my complaints about writing the book.

such as:

I write the plot, and some people will say, "I read the novel to interact with the characters, not to read the original plot! If I read the original plot, don't I know how to play the game?"

Then 2 stars, bad review, and leave.

When I write about daily life, some people will say, "Isn't your title about a web drama? Are you going to write the main plot or not? You write about daily life all day long, it's really boring! You don't write about the quests here? You don't write about the PV either?"

Then 2 stars, bad review, and leave.

Alas...how to say it?

Should!

It is in this kind of development that seems to please neither side that this book has stumbled its way to where it is today.

As for how long I can go on, I'll just leave it to fate. Maybe one day I won't be able to hold on any longer and that will be the end.