[“I have created life for a lifetime, and finally reached the day when my soul is exhausted.”]

[“Have you ever heard of this saying, Ijuu?”]

[“——'Every creator creates by burning his own soul.']

[“I have the blood of the immortal species flowing in my body. I should be able to live for a thousand years, but now, I can only live for seventy years.”]

[“Even so——Ijurel, answer me, are you still willing to inherit the name of ‘Olives’ and become the next guardian of the Book of the World?”]

[It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it seemed like only a moment.]

[The pink-haired girl, Ijurel Olivers, nodded solemnly. Her clear eyes seemed to be burning with fire.]

[She put away her bowl and chopsticks, stood in front of the fire, and bowed deeply.]

【“Master.”】

[“Maybe one day, I will become a master.”]

[“Perhaps one day, my inspiration will dry up, my brain will gradually rust, and I will gradually be unable to write anything interesting. I will become a poor, exhausted, and boring person that I hate. I will stare at a blank piece of paper and sit for a whole day. I will stare at the wall and the ceiling, and I will no longer be able to piece together complete sentences.”]

[“It doesn’t matter even if that happens. It doesn’t matter even if I burn up.”]

[“There will always be people who will read the stories I leave behind in my life, as long as I have turned my spiritual knowledge, thoughts, and fantasies into a library and shared them for others to read and share. Even if I die, I will no longer be alone.”]

[“My dying soul will be incarnated between the lines and talk to everyone who opens my story. Regardless of the years, time and space, whether I am still alive or dead.”]

[“By then, I will also find someone as spiritual as ‘Ijurel’.”]

[“By then, I will also…”]

【Her gaze is far-reaching.】

[It is as if through the misty clouds of Mount Kinabalu, through the purple-gold Isa flowers and the tiny white flowers, I can see the lights of the world under Mount Kinabalu, and the distant future.]

…

"I will also be pleased to see him...become the next 'Oliviers'."

“If we are born as weeds, then let the wind carry our seeds to the four corners of the world.”

“If we are born as wingless birds, then let fantasy give us wings and help us fly.”

"Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and bring peace to the world for all eternity."

"This is... the meaning of 'creation'."

"This is... the meaning of 'creation'."

…

Su Mingan saw this scene in the rapidly flowing spiritual light.

I saw... the scene where the previous generation of "Olivis" took over from the previous generation of "Olivis".

He felt a tingling sensation on his back, as if he had wings that would take him flying. But he knew clearly that this was an illusion caused by the surge of spiritual energy.

Holding the ink-gold feather pen tightly, he found his own voice in this repetitive torrent of words.

He opened his eyes, finally fully digesting everything Xiaobai had given him and regaining his consciousness, but he found that he was no longer in the sacred mountain.

In front of him was a wooden table, a window pane, and the scenery of the royal city outside the window. The kerosene lamp flickered faintly, and the red grid formed a grid-like light spot, which sprinkled into his pupils.

It seems that during the time when he was digesting his insights, Si Que had taken over his body, gone down the mountain, and arrived in the mortal world.

On the table, there was a piece of letter scented with wisteria.

Pick up, open, and unfold the letter.

…

[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]

【Good night.】

[I can no longer tell whether it was me or you who accepted the name "Olives".]

【Since accepting this mission, I have left Mount Kinabalu and traveled around the world in search of inspiration for more than a month.】

[The "Book of the World" is waiting for everyone to fill in. But Master told me that what I need to fill in is the most critical part - Luo Vasa's worldview and underlying logic. ]

[This is something that the general public cannot create, it must be done by me. ]

[There are twelve parts in total: temperature, humidity, terrain, resources, country, destiny, scientific system, creation system, level, outside the world, gods, and race. ]

[It must be presented in the form of a "drama memory lens", that is, in the form of a "story", with a total of "twelve" parts. ]

[Therefore, it is called——]

【“Twelve Stories”. 】

[At present, I have created two stories, "Si Yi and MapleStory" and "The Boy in the Red Cape", which can represent the "creation system" and "fate" parts respectively. ]

[This is my entire mission as "Olives" - first, to protect the "Book of the World". Second, to complete the "Twelve Stories".]

[I have also heard the saying “creators burn themselves to create”. Creation accelerates aging, and I only have three short years left to live…]

【……】

[…But so what? ]

[Since there is no ink, I will use my life as ink - I don't want to stop creating, even if it means burning my life. ]

[Pour all your ideals, inspirations, desires, thoughts... word by word until they are burned out. Let people hear my voice when I was alive, let people see my only and last book.]

【When I finish writing, I will die. 】

[Su Mingan Olivers, my dear friend, you are also an "Olives". Even the master said that she had never seen two "Olives" in the same generation. This is unprecedented in the history of Luowasha. ]

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