Is the person you sculpt as cute as me?

As the pinnacle of the dragon clan and a senior figure, the "Melting World Dragon" took the initiative to look after the inexperienced Xiaobing.

"Xiao Bing, this world's elemental reserves are very limited. It's difficult for us to replenish our magic power through normal natural cycles, so restraint is the key to maintaining strength. Just walking on the road has already begun a war of attrition for us."

"Then... can we drink magic potions to replenish our energy?"

"Of course we can, but our magic reserves are much greater than humans', and those potions are inefficient in replenishing them."

In my ears, I could hear the conversation between the two dragons, and on the right, I could hear Serenade and Liutong Qihua chatting nonsense.

Yu Man silently noted this moment. Perhaps she would never have such a comfortable time again in the future, so she tried to experience it as much as possible.

As if to confirm Yu Man's thoughts -

In the wilderness, something appeared.

City?

Indeed, the city.

But Yu Man didn't recognize that thing.

"There aren't actually that many unfinished stories (worlds). 'Aurora Borealis' only created a dozen or so. I went to almost all of them last week... but I don't really recognize this place... Cat Laoliu, do you recognize it?"

"do not know."

The rich night color seemed to have materialized and invaded everything.

The city, which was neither too big nor too small and was formed into an irregular shape by the city walls, seemed to be immersed in a never-ending night.

Dead silence.

Neither Yu Man nor Serenade recognizes this place, but this is undoubtedly one of the unfinished abandoned works of "Strings of the Northern Lights". Could it be a secret manuscript that was kept privately and was finally released in this round?

Yes, every author has several drafts like this.

This is a brand new challenge - Yu Man feels both worried and more or less excited.

"Um, Captain Eel, how do these abandoned worlds exist? Does each world exist independently?" Rokuto and Nanaka asked with great interest. "This structure, similar to the 'other world', is very interesting to me."

"In theory, each abandoned world exists independently, but in reality they are framed in the same place, so they are actually independent and yet woven together."

After listening to Yu Man's difficult explanation, Liu Tong Qi Hua figured it out on his own.

"I see... I created a new folder called 'Abandoned' and threw all my unfinished works into it... So while they're all independent, they're also confined to the same larger framework..."

"That's exactly what happened."

Yu Man looked at Liu Tong Qi Hua deeply. What Senior Mao said before was indeed right. This guy was very strong in both PVE and PVP.

Liutongqihua is indeed a genuine PVE player, with a keen sense of plot settings and storytelling. He's incredibly capable and intelligent...

More importantly, even after winning the Spring Split and trampling reality underfoot with prize money and victory—

She still maintains the enthusiasm to go online and adventure with everyone, and can still concentrate on it.

It's not easy.

"Oh, the city gate is here."

Later, the deer found the entrance to the city.

Miraculously, there were guards on duty.

Two, one fat and one thin.

Judging from their uniforms, they have a 19th-century feel, and they all carry rare muskets.

The fat guard was sleeping soundly in the chair, his head held high and his sticky saliva dripping onto the gun.

The thin guard was playing with the dice, amusing himself, throwing them countless times, but countless times without getting any results.

No one was looking at them.

Quietly——

"Employer, as you see it, welcome to my home... a world where we will never live again."

Xiangxiang slowly emerged from his pocket and rubbed Yu Man with a nostalgic and sighing look.

This is its hometown.

The world long abandoned by the gods is maintained by its creator.

Now, it's back.

"They are the night watchmen, and they have been so ever since I was born. Because the gods who created the world... did not write the next words for them, their fate will always remain the same."

"...Box, this is your hometown."

"Yes, employer."

Yu Man was silent for a while, thinking that this world was so strange, and he had never heard of the name of the old god who made the boxes.

This is a bit novel.

"Xianxiang." The little deer had a question, "Then why are you alive? And you can even advance..."

"Because strictly speaking, I wasn't created by the gods themselves. Rather, my master created me and gave me a soul. The maker was willing to give me freedom and a future... Therefore, I own them."

Having said that, Xiang Xiang walked into the city, twisting and turning.

The night that never ends permeates every brick with its dark silence.

They are mottled and bright.

The axles left dents on it, and sweat, blood and rain had blackened the edges and corners of the bricks.

But there was no one.

"When the gods created this city, they probably wrote something like 'It's late at night, every household is asleep, and the streets are empty,'"

Xiaolu not only kept up with the rhythm of the plot, but also, as a free reader who had been well-read in poetry and books since childhood, narrated the text based on the scenes with his own insights.

That's probably pretty much the same.

"Then this city...what does it mean to us? What should we do?" Xiaolu asked Yu Man.

This is a simple question: "As I said before, these worlds are dead, and are only barely maintained by the existence of the Old Gods. Therefore, the key to these worlds is the Old Gods. Just find them."

As for what will happen after we find it...it's hard to say.

After saying this——

"It's hard to say?" Liu Tong Qi Hua asked curiously.

"Yeah." Yu Man casually gave an example, "In the abandoned world created by 'Aurora Strings', there are a lot of fucking outrageous things. For example, the monster that says 'All the answers must be given by me'... The story with this guy back then was really..."

Speaking of this, Xiaobing still remembers a nightmarish memory.

"Brother once summoned an old god named Lili Kovali, 'Everyone Needs My Affirmation'... That one was so weird."

"That person... that person gave me two tears. What a good thing. A good old god."

These old gods are the only living ones and hold the keys to every world.

Since he has come to Xiangxiang's hometown this time, Yu Man is more interested in the core of this world than talking about those old things in the past.

If I remember correctly, it should be called——

“Everyone in the world needs my forgiveness?”

"Well—this is my creator, a creator god. Hehe, but now I'm also a treasure chest god, no less!"

"That's still a little different—you're a kid who just got promoted, and your creator is probably a thousand-year-old monster."

Yu Man touched the box, worried that this guy would be as erratic when facing his creator as he was when he first met her.

After all, it was this Xiang Xiang who called Yu Man "little eel" as soon as they met - fortunately it wasn't last week, so Yu Man didn't have to maintain his divine power, otherwise Xiang Xiang would probably have been electrocuted on the spot.

But "everyone in the world needs my forgiveness" is probably different.

"Where does your creator live? Let's go find Him and play with him." Yu Man asked.

"Well, I'll lead the way."

This means that we will soon reach the core of this world.

Yu Man's attention increased, and Lao Huo behind him no longer imparted his experience to Xiao Bing, but just started preparing for battle.

Serenade also became cautious. She knew very well that she had no strength now, but even so, she knew that she could do a lot.

Xiaolu, Liutongqihua, and Xiaobing were drawn into the sudden change in atmosphere and began to tense up.

They walked through the narrow streets where doors and houses were shut.

The darkness and the dead silence go hand in hand, making it so oppressive that it makes people breathless.

There is no moon or stars, only night fog.

Occasionally there are some houses with lights on, but when you look towards the light, you find that you can never see where the light comes from.

From time to time, the barking of dogs could be heard from deep in the alley, and drunken people were twitching their heels in the street.

All of this has been stagnated forever due to the Creator's abandonment.

The only thing of value exists only in——

"Here we are."

In front of their eyes.

……

It was a repair shop with a faded plaque written in red paint.

The strange words seemed to be scribbled randomly, and anyone who tried to examine them carefully would become confused.

Even at this late hour, the repair shop was still open.

Its owner sat behind three boxes of spare parts, with his back hunched and head lowered, immersed in the empty restoration work.

"..."

I don’t know how many times this has happened in my life, and I don’t know how long the story has been stagnant.

——He raised his head.

Just because guests arrived.

……

In Yu Man's eyes, the existence before him was very strange - yet somewhat familiar.

If you insist, the owner of this shop is a doll, but it is made entirely of metal and is extremely beautiful.

But the soul exists firmly.

Fresh, beautiful, and without the possibility of death - abruptly independent from the world.

That means that He is the only meaningful existence in this world.

“Everyone in the world needs my forgiveness?” Yu Man asked Him.

"……Who are you?"

"Do not you know me?"

This is quite rare, there is actually a reflection of the old world that doesn't recognize me...

No.

Last time, in order to obtain a sixth-tier knot, Yu Man had summoned another creature from the "Everyone in the World Needs My Forgiveness" group—Xiangxiang's other compatriots. Back then, the creature... truly didn't recognize itself.

There is such a thing.

"I see. This is a newly written and abandoned work." Yu Man understood immediately. "It was written after last week's show, during the time the stage was quietly waiting—and then discarded as usual."

No wonder He didn't know Himself.

"I was once your client. We are from the Old World. Or rather, I am a [Promise Keeper]. Is that understandable?"

But compared to these dull exchanges——

As a local and a member of this family, Xiang Xiang took the initiative to shoulder the burden of communication.

"My little doll! Long time no see! You created me. Now that I've returned home, I'm your equal. You should give me half of your shop."