stonecrandall Page 133
Page 133
"Look at this."
Theresa did not answer Siegfried's question directly, because she did not know whether it was true or false.
Theresa pulled a cell phone out of her pocket, and on the phone was a cartoon image.
The cover of the comic features a spirited young girl.
This is his daughter—Kiana Kaslana (Paramecium).
The name of the comic is—
Honkai Impact 3rd
--------
After shutting down the computer, Chang Yan let out a soft "hmm".
"Huh, people are here? Quite a few? Looks like my 'creator' has been targeted because of my sudden appearance at the comic convention last time."
"Knock knock knock, is anyone home?"
"Should I say hello to the people in the elimination room...? Never mind, that's too much trouble, let's just go."
Chang Yan shook his head, his figure transformed into light, and disappeared from the bedroom.
After that, several men in black opened the door and entered the house, searching everywhere, especially the computer. The men huddled together, looking at it for a while before taking out a communicator and reporting.
"Report: Yoshikage Kira is not in his room. Everything on his computer is normal. Only the outline of the work and the remaining drafts have been found. They have been uploaded and saved to a USB drive. Over."
After turning off the communicator, the man opened the manuscript and started reading it, making comments as he read.
"Honestly, the remaining chapters are all written, but they just won't release them. Luckily, the animation production team is incredibly conscientious, releasing one episode a day."
"Hey, we're working right now, be serious."
"It's nothing, just slacking off for a bit. Anyway, the mission from above just tells us to wait for him here, right?"
"but--"
"I have cracked the Wife password."
"Here, this is my phone, you can have it."
"Hey, it's easy to talk."
Reaching a consensus with the procrastination faction.jpg
Chapter 185 The Last Plank of the Plank for the Drowning Man
(Human beings are essentially repeaters; you should all know that.)
(But the essence of an author is much more complex.)
(The two most prominent points are pigeons and the sudden urge to start a new book.)
(And recently, I've discovered that my true authorial nature is awakening.)
----------
"I felt it, that abhorrent light."
Across from the church, a figure shrouded in darkness lurks, his eyes fixed on the church with hatred as he awaits the arrival of night.
He hated the light and feared it.
Because people who come from that world are all like that.
There, light is the enemy of all things.
Apart from that mad church, no one would willingly approach the light.
There, all creatures evolved dark vision.
Everything that failed to evolve died.
In those apocalyptic times, human flesh was also a resource.
As long as it hasn't been contaminated by the rotting sunlight for too long, it's edible.
For someone like him who experienced that apocalyptic period, light is a mortal enemy.
In order to fight against the light, he had long since surrendered his faith to those nameless, dark deities, and his body and soul had turned into darkness.
And now, he felt it again, that familiar light that he hated and feared.
Without a doubt, it was that mad church, that nauseating light.
They, too, came into this wonderful world.
The more we lose something, the more we cherish it.
No, they must die!
They must die in the darkness!
I will absolutely not allow you to wantonly pollute this beautiful world!
Admittedly, he abhorred the light, but he cherished this peaceful, beautiful, and tranquil world even more.
He didn't need to tremble in the shadows during the day, he didn't need to fight to the death with those monsters for his life, and he didn't need to endure those insane whispers.
Here, he can hide in his bedroom playing on his computer and phone during the day, and go out for a stroll on the street at night.
The light was too faint for him to notice.
Ah, what a wonderful world.
I failed to protect my own hometown, but at least I can protect this place.
Therefore, this matter cannot be rushed. To be on the safe side, I need help.
Just you wait, you lunatics, I will make you—
One by one, they drowned in the darkness!
—I swear to God!
------
On the banks of a river
A white-haired person, a red-haired person, a purple-haired person, a yellow-haired person, and a pink-haired person are facing off.
There is no reason for us to hurt each other.
Mamika Kiraki (pink hair, a magical girl), dressed as a magical girl, shouts at her opponents in a standoff, hoping to stop this pointless fight.
The world she lives in is a children's anime, and you all know what children's anime is like, not to mention the main characters.
"You're right, we have no reason to fight—"
Upon hearing Meteora Estrese (the white-haired, true protagonist, and mage)'s words, Mamika Kiraki smiled.
"However, the princess in military uniform longed for battle."
"Eh?"
“As long as you continue to act according to her wishes, we must take action to stop you.”
"Are you the seeker who has traveled thousands of miles? Are you implying that the princess in military uniform deceived us?"
Alice Tria Fabril (blonde hair, knight) stood her enormous lance on the ground and asked Meteora a question.
"The world will not change as easily as she says."
"Nonsense! The gods who created our world are right here!"
"Your Highness, do you believe that all the gods here are omnipotent?"
"Of course, only gods can create the world. When gods meet miracles, there is nothing they cannot create!"
As he spoke, the purple-haired man quietly backed away.
"Your idea has a fatal flaw."
"what?"
"Please think about it: are the people in the world you see truly omnipotent?"
Meteora's counter-question left Alice in silence and silenced the surrounding observers.
When they learned that they were just virtual characters, they almost had a mental breakdown, but a different kind of hope arose in their hearts.
—If we could control the Creator, then what would happen to the world I live in...?
With this in mind, they found their creator through various means: brainwashing, intimidation, violent threats, negotiation, pleading, and even torture and murder.
Who cares how tragic their characters are?
The seemingly insignificant words "suffered immense torment" could have made those people experience hellish punishments.
If I don't kill you, who will I kill?
Righteousness and personal desires have long been intertwined, rendering justice and evil meaningless.
But they found that doing so was completely ineffective.
Because they don't know how to get back, and they don't know if their world has actually changed.
Has it changed, or hasn't it changed?
Has it gotten better, or worse?
Some who asked the Creator to strengthen them found that some were strengthened, while others remained unchanged.
What's the matter?
They're going crazy.
Thus, the "princess in military uniform" became the most crucial person.
"Only by shaking the common sense of this world can you save your own world!"
This was Altair's answer to them, and many people firmly believed it.
They dared not doubt it, for it was their only hope.
Just like that blond guy, the world she lived in was extremely tragic, with the melody of war constantly lingering around everyone.
"Even if our world is an illusion, the suffering of the people is real. It should be... real."
She had long harbored suspicions, but dared not admit them.
"The shortcut to saving my world is right before my eyes; it would be utterly foolish not to seize this opportunity!"
"If you intend to stop me, I will absolutely not allow it! The world must be changed, or we will die with our eyes open!"
The lance tip was aimed at Meteora, the last plank a drowning woman was clinging to, the one she had to save her world from.
The people have already suffered too much.
"Miserable? You say your world is miserable? Hahaha, how laughable. It seems you've never experienced true despair."
"Those who haven't experienced it will never know just how terrifying a real apocalypse is."
Sneer came from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint the source of the sound.
However, one thing is certain—
There wasn't much malice in his voice.
Yes, some people simply disdain it.
------
In the next chapter, the protagonist is going to show off.
Chapter 186 I Am the Saint
(Yesterday I was just remarking that I had some ideas for the new book, I didn't say I was going to cancel it! You guys are overthinking it.)