Su Ming'an rescued Siyi.

They arrived at Siyi's home, and she hurriedly made tea for them.

Little Su wandered around the room. The girl's house was small, the furniture was shabby, and the small cabinet at the bedside was locked.

"What's this?" Little Su squatted down and asked.

Siyi, carrying a broom, came over hastily: "This... this is my personal item."

Little Su coughed and stepped back.

Siyi served them tea. The poor-quality leaves floated in the water, emitting a choking tobacco scent. But her expression was extremely serious; it was already the highest level of hospitality in her home for guests.

"Have you lived here since childhood?" Su Ming'an asked.

"Hmm... I used to have a father, but he left soon after. The neighbors saw I was alone and sold me to the research institute in the Inner City," Siyi said.

"Have you met anyone else?"

"I had a brother... but he's gone too," Siyi lowered her head. Around her neck was a star necklace left by her brother.

"Sorry," Little Su changed the subject: "By the way, wasn't it said that there are no children in this city?"

"Occasionally, some newborns are born, just like me. That's why children my age are valuable and are always being bought and sold," Siyi said, twisting her fingers, looking a bit uneasy.

"I have a good idea." Little Nuo lazily propped his chin and whispered to Little Su: "... we can pretend to be parents selling children, so we can enter the Inner City and find the Player with a blank identity."

Little Su frowned slightly, glancing at Siyi. It's hard to imagine the hardships such a child has endured surviving alone in this city.

"Of course, we're not selling her," Little Nuo waved his hand: "I mean... sell me."

Everyone present was stunned.

Little Nuo looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, although not a child's age, he still didn't look like an adult.

"No... no way!" Siyi timidly spoke up: "Mr. Nuo might not be suitable, this white-haired gentleman in the wheelchair is more suitable."

"Why?" Little Nuo asked in surprise.

Siyi took a deep breath and revealed the reason: "Because, because the research institute doesn't want children with golden hair."

This reason genuinely shocked everyone.

Su Ming'an initially thought it was bizarre enough that the World Tree didn't favor golden-haired Hui Bei and Hui Bai. Yet it seemed all golden-haired people were unwelcome, almost like some analog horror.

In the end, after some discussion, they decided not to involve Siyi in this storm and left Yamada Machiichi to look after her. Little Su and Little Nuo pretended to be adults selling children, pushing Su Ming'an towards the Inner City.

"Thank you for the tea." Little Nuo patted Siyi's head: "We'll enter the Inner City and end all this."

"Really?" Siyi's eyes widened: "Will children like us get to experience love?"

"Yes." Little Nuo replied.

"...By the way, do you hear any sounds?" Yamada Machiichi circled the house and suddenly pricked up his ears.

They stopped and listened, faintly hearing a rustling sound. It could be the wind, the sound of leaves, the rustling of fabric, or maybe...

"Above!" Little Su suddenly shouted.

Su Ming'an looked up and saw through the gaps between the broken tiles—

There were a pair of sinister, dark, dim eyes.

"Crash—!"

The next moment, a crackling explosion sounded, and an uninvited guest slashed open the roof with a flick of his blade, causing the tiles to fall and the blade to flash a white light. He wore a blue-green robe embroidered with kingfishers and plum blossoms, stomping in boots, slashing at Su Ming'an!

Su Ming'an was momentarily stunned because he recognized this was Lv Shu... no, this person's expression was fiercer, gloomier than Lv Shu's.

"Swish!" Little Nuo extended his hand, puppet threads emerged, forming a large net, but it was sliced through by the intruder.

Su Ming'an raised his palm, and a scarlet scale appeared above the intruder's head.

"You go ahead," Su Ming'an told them.

"Alright!" Little Su trusted his powerful NPC friends, believing they shouldn't hold their friends back and should run away as far as possible.

Under Su Ming'an's protection, Little Su, Little Nuo, and Siyi collectively fled. As they ran out of the house, the eaves completely collapsed, accompanied by the sound of dust swirling, and the crumbling of bricks and stones... the girl's home was thus destroyed.

Amidst the swirling dust, Su Ming'an sat in his wheelchair. The young man stepped on the brick and stone, slowly approaching, gazing gloomily at him: "From now on, you're forbidden to follow Little Su anymore."

Su Ming'an said: "Who are you? This is our business, what does it have to do with you?"

"It does." The young man lowered his eyes and said: "I am the Plot Corrector of the Disciple Game, wielding the blade to correct 'errors'—transmigrators cannot change major nodes, you shouldn't influence the protagonist of the Disciple Game."

The young man's words were abstruse, but Su Ming'an quickly understood—a 2021 version of Little Su was the protagonist of the Disciple Game, and beings like the Dragon Emperor Elf King, including Su Ming'an and the Luo Washa people, were unexpected in the Disciple Game—they were transmigrators. After all, their combat power didn't fit with the Disciple Game.

"You're a Plot Corrector, which means..." Su Ming'an suddenly realized: "The essence of the Disciple Game... is [a book]?"

If one compares civilization to [a book], the growth and development of all things have their framework and page count. Whatever page is turned to, a fixed scenario plays out, and its direction and outcome are predetermined. But the arrival of the Luo Washa people in the Disciple Game led the book towards chaos and the unknown.

The plot of a book is fixed, but a butterfly from outside the book, flapping its wings among the words, can change the trajectory of the plot.

——Su Ming'an always thought that in this Disciple Game, the Luo Washa people were the main characters while the players of the 2021 version were guests.

But could it be that players of the 2021 version are the main characters in this Disciple Game, while they, the Luo Washa people, are the "deus ex machina" who intruded into the plot?

Otherwise, how to explain their combat power not fitting in, how to explain the appearance of Western fantasy characters like the Dragon Emperor and the Elf King in the Apocalypse? How could [a book] make such an incongruous stylistic error? It can only be explained by "intrusion."

And now, there is someone to correct these intruding transmigrators.

"We don't need to resort to violence; I can agree with you." Su Ming'an said.

The young man was surprised, looking at him.

"Show me the script, and I will help you correct the plot, how about that?" Su Ming'an said.

He understood that, for the Eleventh World, most developments have a "script," a "script" written by the World Tree or the Gods. As long as civilization strictly follows the "script," no major errors will occur; its essence is akin to the Cloud City God controlling the War of Pulaya.

"I only have the script for the second stage." The young man, looking aggressive but actually quite willing to talk, tossed a small booklet to Su Ming'an.

Su Ming'an opened it:

...

[After the second stage begins, the protagonist Su Ming'an and the supporting male character Noel search for targets in the Floating City.

The little boy Qin Ze, seeing potential benefits from following Su Ming'an, proactively seeks an alliance, but just as cooperation is formed, a few people come to make trouble.

These people are antagonist players driven by jealousy, wanting to snatch the title of Number One Player.

The two sides clash.

During the battle, Qin Ze's skin is slashed by the antagonist player's blade, and his blood drips onto the mechanical floor.

At that moment, the mechanical floor starts to twist and writhe, and a benevolent-faced mechanical mothership emerges from the distorted ground. She glances at the antagonists with compassion and, amid their roars, imposes a "blaspheming the deity" punishment, neatly cutting the antagonists into six pieces.

Witnessing this scene, the protagonist Su Ming'an recalls the setting in the world background:

"Low fertility rate" implicitly means no harm to young children. Qin Ze's age falls under the category of children, which implies that child players are protected in this instance.

The antagonist's gang, terrified, quickly flees the scene.

Su Ming'an and his companions gather clues everywhere until they discover a wall dense with components; Su Ming'an comes into contact with a sticky green liquid, which he cautiously washes off.

A stealthy middle-aged man, after their departure, secretly consumes the liquid, speculating it could allow him to connect with the "Mechanical Mother Goddess" and become a stronger player.

During the journey, Su Ming'an rescues a young girl named Siyi, who narrowly escaped being sent to the research institute in the Inner City.

Using Siyi's child identity, Su Ming'an and the other two reached the inner city, only to find it was a gigantic Colosseum. A mechanized matriarch awaited there; it turned out she was the mastermind behind the scenes. The middle-aged man who secretly consumed mucus was transformed by her into a 'Goddess of Mercy'...

...

Su Ming'an finished reading the script.

"If it weren't for me, this would have been the plot Little Su originally experienced." Su Ming'an murmured to himself: "Qin Ze wouldn't have been kicked away by my high kick; he and Little Su would successfully team up. Siyi wouldn't have been left behind by Yamada Machiichi to guard, she would have been brought into the inner city... indeed a big change."

Su Ming'an looked at the white-haired young man: "Where do you belong?"

The World Tree had the Luo Washa people participate in the Disciple Game, yet the white-haired young man saw the Luo Washa people as raiding transmigrators, which meant the white-haired young man did not belong to the World Tree.

"None of your concern." The white-haired young man said coldly: "Now, leave the Floating City and do not interfere with the protagonist's storyline again."

"Alright." Su Ming'an agreed and turned to leave.

And at this very moment—

Taking advantage of Su Ming'an's relaxed vigilance, the white-haired young man suddenly attacked!

He didn't believe Su Ming'an would give up, so he struck first.

However, Su Ming'an also only pretended to let his guard down. Hearing the wind behind him, he immediately drew his sword.

The War God Dragon King Narration timely sounded—

...

[How dare you! Mere plot corrector, dare to assassinate the Jellyfish Emperor!]

[But mere knife, taste my dodge!]

...

[You can choose to "dodge," please roll the dice.]

[Required Points: 10 points (Points > 10 points, dodge successful. Points

...

A twenty-sided die appeared, rolled, and returned to Su Ming'an's knee, the number was—

...

[Your rolled points: 3 points.]

[Dodge failed.]

...

"Rip!"

The sound of a blade piercing flesh, Su Ming'an frowned, and a sharp pain came from his right shoulder.

The combat power of the white-haired young man was probably over six thousand.

With one successful strike, the man leapt to the front, thrusting his left hand forward, slightly curling his fingers, aiming at Su Ming'an's throat!

...

[Failed to dodge, but, but it doesn't matter... Just a stroke of bad luck for now!]

[How would the Jellyfish Emperor be discouraged! Watch me counterattack—!]

...

[You can choose to "dodge," please roll the dice.]

[Required Points: 10 points (Points > 10 points, dodge successful. Points

...

A twenty-sided die appeared, rolled, and returned to Su Ming'an's knee, Su Ming'an tilted his head back—

...

[Your rolled points: 8 points.]

[Dodge failed.]

...

"Crack!"

For a moment, Su Ming'an felt as if he had returned to university days at the Youth Mystery Club, encountering a scene of rolling three consecutive "great failures" with the dice.

A suffocating feeling came from his throat, he was lifted high by the throat.

"Sorry."

He heard the white-haired young man's voice.

"You insist on interfering with the plot, I have no choice but to..."

Swish.

The blade pierced out, and blood foam surged from Su Ming'an's throat.

The tip of the knife pierced out a small opening from Su Ming'an's back, the white-haired young man inserted his hand into Su Ming'an's chest, his fingers twisting for a few moments, making a sticky sound, as if searching for something at the heart.

Su Ming'an coughed a few times, blood trickling down his chin.

His half apple-red heart fell out, rolling slowly onto the ground, leaving a long red trail.

——

...

Su Ming'an opened his eyes.

He lay on a clean, tidy bed.

"Awake?" A faint voice came from beside him.

Su Ming'an's heart tightened as he turned his head to look— The girl with waist-length white hair, pinching a small white flower, was quietly watching him from a wheelchair.

"I saw you covered in blood and collapsed outside the city, so I brought you back. You suffered a lethal wound, triggering the Lighthouse Jellyfish's hydroid form, so your injuries should be healed now." Xi Li reached out and touched his forehead.

Su Ming'an checked the system time, it was 5:20 AM on the fourth day of the instance; the time he encountered the white-haired young man was 1 AM. After being killed, he slept for about four hours, and due to the Lighthouse Jellyfish's recovery ability, he had returned to health.

Seeing Xi Li, a yandere, made his heart uneasy.

"Xi Li, I'm not Sique, I'm Su Liujin, if you have any hatred don't direct it at me..." Su Ming'an sat up from the bed, intending to argue with Xi Li, but found himself moving freely, without a trace of a curse upon him.

Xi Li tilted her head looking at him, with no hatred in her eyes:

"I don't hate you, what are you talking about?"

Su Ming'an's words were stuck in his throat.

"Sorry, can I take a look at your legs?" Su Ming'an had to confirm something.

"Mm." Xi Li nodded, she reverted to a timid posture, the aggression in her eyes completely vanished.

Su Ming'an crouched down, put on gloves, and checked her legs. The Ninth Level biochemistry ability he obtained in the Ruined World made him quickly find that Xi Li's legs were indeed disabled, it was impossible for her to stand up. But before, Xi Li had stood up and laid a curse on him.

"Xi Li, do you have any older or younger sisters?" Su Ming'an asked.

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