"Here you go, Mr. Lighthouse." Sique tilted his palm.

...

[You've obtained (Sique's Feather Pen).]

[Sique's Feather Pen: From now on, you can "rewrite" your story.]

...

The moment Su Ming'an grasped the penholder, he felt a burst of inspiration in his mind.

A navy-blue whale brushed past him, exuding a summery sunshine aroma. Verdant greenery descended from the ceiling, with green waves flowing amidst the fragrance of wisteria.

He felt as if he was floating, inspiration flowing freely, his senses heightened. It was as if he could transform this room into an ocean in an instant, or into a forest, moonlight, a star sea, skyscrapers…

"I am the Supreme [Creator]."

Sique was also floating, still holding a teacup. Although there was no chair beneath him, he sat poised in the air. Macarons and mousse desserts floated, like Alice's dream tea party.

"As long as my imagination is sufficient, I can make apples float in the air." He smiled. The apples began to dance like elves.

"I can turn forests into the sky." On the ceiling, verdant branches hung down, resembling an inverted forest.

"I can make whales co-exist with the ground." The navy-blue whale brushed past their backs, emitting a brief hum.

"I can make flames dance in the rain." On the ground, green flames leaped amidst pink rain.

"I can turn everything I like into the colors I want." He spread his hands, without pride, only a smile:

"The romance of the Luo Washa lies in the most magical [Creator], which is the hallmark of our civilization."

"And the romance of the Creator lies in breaking the rules."

He raised his hand, a palette spilled in his palm, immediately dyeing rich colors —

In an instant, a whale swam into the forest, stars fell into the waves, flames slumbered at the ocean's bottom.

"It's not just writing stories; it's about… [creating everything that seems non-existent]."

"Making gravity disappear, making miracles happen, letting wingless birds soar into the sky, turning hell into paradise."

"Making two iron balls not fall at the same time, making a kilogram of cotton and a kilogram of iron weigh differently."

"Turning reality into ideals, making 'impossible' become 'possible.'"

"Its essence is like the authority of the Word Spirit from the World of Old Days, but more romantic, more free than the Word Spirit."

The feather pen in Su Ming'an's palm glimmered slightly.

Sique floated in the air, extending a hand towards him.

Wings slightly moved amidst his flowing purple hair, brushing past floating apples and oranges:

"So, if you wish to walk my path. Use the [Creator]'s method…"

"To 'rewrite' the story set by the World Game."

"With this ability resembling the authority of the Word Spirit…"

"—to kill the Savior script."

...

Luo Washa, surface plane, Loharsh Diocese.

"Long, long ago, in our Second Epoch… after Saint Feriude was occupied by the Gao Ang Empire, Nancy Humphrey, a philosopher of the Bana family, practiced austerity for three thousand days and nights under the sun, receiving a merciful glance from the Radiant Mother God.

"The deity delivered the initial teachings, allowing confused humanity to understand the meaning of birth, the Sun, flames, and eyes.

"Firstly, His right hand symbolizes the Dawn Knights, who are the all living beings wielding the sword for Him, guarding justice between nations.

"Secondly, His robe's edge symbolizes the Paradox Hermits, who are the all living beings cleansing dust for Him, repaying sins through a lifetime of penance.

Thirdly, His left hand symbolizes the Order Guardians, who are the ones holding up the scales for Him, guarding the sanctity of order.

Fourthly, His sigh symbolizes the Divine Presence Hymn, who are the ones delivering hymns and blessing history for Him.

Fifthly, His gaze symbolizes Sanctuary Mountain, the dwelling place of angels judging sins.

Sixthly, His wrath symbolizes the Interstellar Gallery, where the Locksa people resist the chaotic and disorderly Insect Race for Him…"

The Bishop closed the teachings, ending today's reading.

Subsequently, the commoners stood up in turn and walked forward.

"My lord, I've dedicated myself wholly to the merciful Lord… yet why does my mother still lie bedridden…?" A woman pleaded to the Bishop, her gaze utterly confused.

Beneath the ivory-white stone statue of the Mother Goddess, the merciful Bishop extended his aged hand:

"This confused lamb, perhaps the Lord has yet to hear your voice."

"My… my voice? I swear, my prayers have been loud enough, I recite day and night, just praying the Lord would save my mother." The woman said confusedly.

"Oh, perhaps your voice has been drowned out by more fervent voices. You know, there are always those more devout than you."

"Then, then what should I do?"

"Don't worry, look over there." The Bishop pointed to a small red box beside them: "That beautiful and holy box, as long as you put your silver coins… valuable rings, necklaces, bracelets will do too. Place them inside that box, and your prayers will ring louder among the flock."

"Oh, my heavens, thank you for your guidance, but I only have three copper coins, they are my last money for mother's medicine…"

"Copper coins will do, madam, put them all in. Compared to medicines… those dry perilla leaves and frogman mucus, our devout faith is more useful."

"Clang, clang, clang."

Three crisp sounds, the poor woman spent her last cent. She also pawned her last jewelry to buy the "page of the teachings hand-copied by a Priest" recommended by the Bishop, intending to feed it to her mother when she returned.

"Oh Lord, I pray for my mother's speedy recovery…" She then knelt down again, praying devoutly, her pale hair falling down like a fragile white dove. Who knows what she and her mother will eat tonight, they no longer even had money for a piece of black bread.

"..."

Su Rin lowered the brim of his hat.

He sat on the church pew, his palm pressed against a book "Old Teachings of the Dawn Church—To Our Merciful Lord," watching those starving commoners, their last coins thrown into that greedy red box, a bloody red mouth biting their bony hands.

From his experience, deities simply had no time to spare a glance at these humans, people's prayers were destined to be reduced to the decadent sustenance of the upper echelon.

He had already gone to different churches, learning about the twenty-seven Gods of Luo Washa. Even the church of a Third-level God was mostly thriving.

Just earlier, the Radiant Mother God issued an Oracle—on Fourth Epoch year 182, April 12, in six days, the World Tree will undergo a [Mid-term Selection], and the ten billion people with the lowest story scores will be eliminated.

The Oracle did not specify what "elimination" meant, but there seemed to be no resolution other than death.

This rattled the hearts of the Luo Washa people.

"..." Su Rin put down the book, refusing the holy water being sold to him by a Priest, and walked out.

Almost simultaneously rising with him was a pair, the male was about forty, and the female about newly adult.

"Shu Rong, the first explosion occurred on King Street to the east, most likely the work of [Heavenly Calamities], this is your first mission, stay close to me." The man's voice was very light, quickly walking out.

"Yes… yes! Father." The ponytailed girl quickly followed, tightly holding her satchel.

"Call me Captain."

"Yes… yes, Captain!"

Su Rin squinted his eyes.

… Heavenly Calamities? Seemingly an organization in the Chaos Faction worshipping the Demon Mother God, they claim to create disasters for the Mother God, bona fide evil elements. Lately, they had become particularly bold, said to be backed by a [Protagonist] candidate.

It's said that half of the [Protagonist] candidates belong to the Chaos Faction, thus the affiliates of the Demon Mother God were stirring with eager anticipation.

This father and daughter were likely agents from the Nalan Court, tasked with investigating the mess stirred up by Heavenly Calamities.

Su Rin walked onto the streets of the Loharsh Diocese, a country maintaining a steam age level of technology, most vehicles on the road were horse carriages.

"Paper for sale! Paper for sale! The second round of the Disciple Game is open, who will achieve the Perfect Pass!?" Newsboys ran barefoot on the streets, their shabby clothes carrying the aroma of baked potatoes:

"The selection in six days is fast approaching, what kind of story should we write?"

"The Banana Clan suffered a devastating extinction..."

"The Sea Clan held a pageant for the Sea Emperor..."

"The new Saintess of the Lighthouse assumed her role, with breathtaking beauty..."

"A young man calling himself Edward preached about the end times..."

"The young Blood Clan leader Lv Yuqing was summoned by the World Tree and is now missing..."

"The legendary Phoenix is about to be reborn..."

"Hui Bai, one of the eight Protagonist candidates, delivered a speech..."

"Gentlemen, take a look at the newspaper!"

Su Rin lowered the brim of his hat, planning to visit the Hell Plane next.

"The traces are just ahead, Shu Rong, stay close to me!" the man in front shouted.

"Yes, Captain!" Shu Rong closely followed him.

Suddenly.

A violent explosion erupted ahead!

"Boom——!!"

The flames surged forward, and the scorching waves rushed over, engulfing the father and daughter ahead in the explosion!

"Oh my God!"

"Lord!"

The tram stopped, and the street vendors hurriedly retreated as leaves and fruit flew about.

On the nearby apartment building, a man in a red robe held an ignition device, raising his arms and laughing maniacally:

"——Death to you all! Dogs of order!"

"The God of Doom shall awaken our desires! The era of suppression must end! [New World] is coming, a free kingdom built upon words! That is the true face of the world!"

"You blind, deaf fools, deceived by the surface of material reality! Open your eyes, and look at the world you live in! You do not understand it at all!"

He scratched at his eyes like a lucid patient:

"Long live Kailinste! Long live Demonization! Death to the World Tree, death to the Supreme Lord!!!"

Seeing this, Su Rin raised his hand lightly.

At the moment he lifted his hand, the flames on the street vanished abruptly, leaving the father and daughter unharmed at the center of the explosion.

At the instant the explosion occurred, Su Rin transformed it into harmless gas.

Gazing at the bewildered man on the apartment building, Su Rin lifted his eyelids:

"If you're aiming to kill the World Tree, why target the civilians?"

The man realized, responding angrily:

"Order was set by the World Tree, and these dogs that obey order... deserve death!"

"Why can favored Creators survive while the general public, unable to grasp inspiration, must perish? Why are we subjected to the grotesque aesthetics of a tree?"

"If Genesis Power spreads without restraint, if science is killed repeatedly, if everything is composed of mere strokes... our civilization exists only upon baseless clouds, reliant on some person's hollow inspiration!"

"However, the God of Doom has promised us [New World]... where everyone can write without the World Tree's censorship..."

"You've seen it, haven't you? Those beasts in clergy robes, even the last black bread of the common people is taken by them! Such greedy power holders, rigid classes, upper-class exploitation, endless labor, deep-rooted species discrimination, bloody food chains... Why do they exist!"

Su Rin rubbed his chin, letting out a soft laugh:

"So you target civilians to kill."

"Your words are so definitive... have you seen the God of Doom?"

The man confidently replied, "He only appears in dreams, but anyone who sees Him will believe His promises... If you don't believe it, you can come and see Him!"

"Oh?" Su Rin nodded, "Alright."

He agreed cheerfully, seemingly just for this moment.

...

Su Ming'an opened his eyes.

He lay in bed, a Magpie mark on his right palm, able to summon the Feather Pen of Sique at any time, accompanied by a piece of colored cube sugar.

"You're awake." Siyi sat on a chair, tossing Su Ming'an's heart, like playing with a red apple.

Su Ming'an touched his healed chest; his heart had regrown: "Supreme Lord... No, the Supreme Lord of Daylight Floating City."

"Hmm?"

"How do you plan to deal with me?"

"Good question." Siyi placed the heart to her lips and took a bite.

Like nibbling a juicy apple, she squinted as she savored, "I want to keep you here, to invite you to join us in creating the Disciple Game."

"You all?"

"We." Siyi acknowledged the plural description.

"Who else?"

"..." Siyi arched her eyebrows and smiled, "Some people you're familiar with."

"?" Su Ming'an froze. People he knew?

"Once, the World Game dictated our fate, driving us to death..." Siyi chewed, "Now it's our turn to write our own destiny... In this imitation unauthorized game, we will be the new GM (Game Masters)."

"Even though everything enacted here isn't real, even though all the past pains have occurred, at least we can... change the future."

She reached out to him with a hand unstained by blood:

"Want to try being the [Demon King] instead of the [Brave], Savior?"

"...No."

"Want to try being the Destroyer of Worlds, Su Ming'an?"

...

Su Ming'an had already decided on his response.

He chose the path of Sique, so he wouldn't agree to create an unauthorized World Game with these people.

So, he drew out the Feather Pen, pointing it towards Siyi—

"I refuse your offer."

"The sacrificed innocent girl of the White City 'Nuoliya'."

"Let me see first, how to rewrite your story."

This was the path he chose.

"—'Rewrite' rather than 'Imitate'."

Siyi stared at the pen in his hand, seemingly not understanding why he possessed it.

"You..."

The pen tip bloomed with light.

In the next instant, before Su Ming'an's eyes, countless flying pages unfolded.

A book appeared in front of him, inscribed with the big characters [Daylight Floating City]. As he reached out his hand, he opened the first page and stepped inside—

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