He is finally the second most handsome person in the world.

After dancing for ten minutes, Qi Zhou finally calmed down and decided to use the Lord's head as a football and start a thrilling football game alone to celebrate his future free life.

Just as he was about to kick, a voice suddenly came from the back hall:

"...Pray for the day."

A young man with purple hair and a silver mask walked over lazily, his golden eyes nonchalant: "Come here."

The Lord of the World is not dead.

The Lord of the World has been in power for a thousand years and has countless abilities to protect himself. It is impossible for him to be killed by Noel with just one sword.

Qi Zhou seemed to have lost all his strength. It turned out that freedom has always been a joke.

The Lord sat down leisurely, propped his chin with one hand, and yawned:

"……come over."

The habit he had developed since childhood told Qi Zhou that if he didn't respond again, the Lord's patience would run out and something extremely terrible would happen.

Qi Zhou trembled instinctively, and walked stiffly in front of the Lord like a puppet.

"You are the character I am most satisfied with, Qi Zhou. I am not like Si Que. From the past to now, you have always been the character I am most satisfied with." The Lord of the World smiled and patted Qi Zhou's face.

Qi Zhou whispered, "The hypocrisy of the creator."

"How can you say that? I have been working hard to train you. Your victory in the first Disciple Game was inseparable from my support." The World Lord raised his eyebrows.

"-- You set traps for the people around me and watched them die one by one, just because you didn't want me to meet too many strangers-- do you call this training?" Qi Zhou couldn't help but roared:

"If you can't afford it, don't have it! If you can't afford to raise it, don't raise it!"

"You wrote me about your most destitute times in your early years. You had no money to buy me food or clothes, and you would fight, brawl, and gamble all the time, forcing me to eat from garbage in the slums. And you asked me to help you out! What on earth were you thinking of when you wrote me? Did you think you could win a big prize? You were living a destitute life, so you expected OC to help you move up a social ladder?"

"Don't write about another little calf! Did you ask for my opinion before you wrote about me?"

"You said you worked so hard to save money for my etiquette class, aren't you expecting me to climb up the social ladder and take you to the top? You said I should be grateful and take care of you, aren't you treating me as a guaranteed labor force to take care of you in your old age?"

"What do you regard the characters in your works as? Independent lives? Or extensions of your own will? The embodiment of your desire to share? Your channel to relieve loneliness? The life you desire? Your fragmented wishes? The dream you cannot reach?"

"Then you finally became rich, and you controlled me like a ghost. You didn't allow me to be free, you didn't allow me to come home late, and you only allowed me to walk on the path you arranged, forever haunting me. How do you expect me to thank you!?"

Qi Zhou held it in for too long.

Just when he thought he was finally free, the Lord of the World reappeared like a ghost.

What he didn't say was that he had actually written a character named "Fa Yue", but he had never interfered with this person's life. Even so, he still found that Fa Yue's every word and action had his traces.

To what extent can we call it free will?

The creator is indeed a villain, trying to control everyone, but being trapped by reality and experience, causing the characters in his works to suffer, struggle, and be confused together - this is true for the Lord of the World and for Si Que.

When the Lord heard this, light clouds seemed to linger in his eyes.

He leaned against the statue of the god of inspiration, his purple hair flowing in curls on the white stone, and his hands clasped together.

After thinking for a moment, he spoke in a very soft voice:

“It’s always been like this from the beginning to the end.”

"Listen to the words of the 'higher ones' and follow the settings, then you will be loved and perfect."

"If you go against the arrangement of the 'higher ones' and want to pursue freedom, you will be judged as ooc (Out Of Character) and will be hated and criticized by everyone."

“The ‘higher one’ is never to be questioned. Whether it is between the ‘higher one’ and the ‘lower one’, whether it is the creator and the character, the strong and the weak, the emperor and the commoner, the leader and the subordinate, the teacher and the student, or the parent and the child, this relationship must be followed.”

"What humans love is just a fixed stereotype, which is associated with a large number of physical images and accompanies every word and action at all times."

"If you stray, you will suffer; if you disobey, you will lose love."

"The world itself is like a huge book, and it obeys certain unspoken rules even more than stories do - the elders must be respected, the young must be humble, the ways of the world must be smooth, and the unspoken rules must be seen through but not spoken out, otherwise it will be regarded as ooc... or, to use a more appropriate word, 'deviant'."

"Just like you, Qi Zhou. You must be obedient."

The Lord of the World spread his hands, his golden eyes were extremely quiet. He seemed to be talking to Qi Zhou, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

Si Que and the Lord of the World, the Lord of the World and Qi Zhu, Qi Zhu and Fa Yue… Each “self” wants to create “self”, forming an endless iterative chain of “self”.

The essence of creation is no different from the desire for reproduction that has been in human blood for thousands of years.

Just as private, just as autonomous, just as domineering.

"Because." The Lord stated the facts calmly:

"You are my 'child'."

"I am your 'Father God'."

Qi Zhou roared in despair, and with a swish he drew out his long sword, pointing it at the Lord of the World:

"--No!"

"I don't admit it! You have never been my father, and I am not your child!!"

…

“When he opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, “Come!” And I saw a black horse, and its rider had a scale in his hand.

…

"You are my 'Father God' and I am your loyal 'child'... I will always respect and love you." Su Mianbao hugged Su Ming'an from behind, his voice soft.

Su Mingan was trembling.

My heartbeat quickened, my shoulders shook, and the places I touched felt like they were burning.

He was not afraid of Su Mianbao, but of the feeling of being out of control, like suddenly stepping into empty water in a puddle - at this moment he realized that this was how his mother Lin Wangan felt.

The things in the palm of your hand become a knife that stabs into the outside world.