"After all, recreating a world with your own hands...even with ready-made data and templates is difficult."
"Many creators are assisting him, and they are working together. Some are responsible for imitating the weather, some are responsible for imitating the map, some are responsible for imitating the power system, and some are responsible for imitating the animals..."
"Rovasha, this vast and complex world is made up entirely of words."
Suddenly, Su Mingan heard a rustling sound and looked up.
The red sun is still setting, the wind is roaring destruction, everything is burning, the mountains and rivers are shattered, and all living things are falling in doomsday.
——But then a huge web of words rose up in the sky for no reason.
“Ding—ding—ding—ding—”
Like a tapestry left behind by the gods, every interwoven node of the web bears the mark of history.
They began to move slowly, every letter, every stroke, every symbol was changing and reorganizing, like a huge sky-screen movie.
Eras after era, like fast-forwarded stories, are rapidly passing across the sky at this moment.
In the First Age, the brave warriors’ great swords gleamed with brilliance, and the sound of iron and blood colliding echoed in the air.
In the Second Era, towering churches rose from the ground, and words turned into stone carvings and stained glass. Soon after, paintbrushes were waved in the sky, just like Italy during the Renaissance. The era of the creators had arrived.
In the third era, steam trains sped along the rails, and words became the gears of machines and the sweat of workers. At the same time, on the other side of the big network, the spirit of swordsmanship gradually formed in the ancient country of the East, and pleasure and sword spirit were constantly stirring.
In the Fourth Era, the blue moon was in the sky, twenty-seven gods stood in a tripartite alliance, and endless temples were spread across the five planes. Fantasy and magnificent handwriting were everywhere.
Each picture is vivid, with words and pictures interweaving, arranging and narrating each other.
Every transition is natural and smooth, and every detail is carefully crafted.
Su Mingan looked up at the magnificent sky, as if he was in the long river of history.
Finally, the web of words slowly closed in and pressed down towards the red sun.
This is the web of imitation.
From Si Que and many creators.
——At the time of reset, the copying network copied the entire world.
The romance of creation, the pinnacle of art.
This will make everything in Luowasha return to normal quickly after the reset.
The end of the world is over and the dead are resurrected.
Until the next time the Lord of the End of All Things sends down the red sun, all this will happen again.
Su Mingan raised his head, blood flowing down his eyes, and his eyes reflected the red sun and the white net.
"…Rovatha," he murmured.
Air, humidity, temperature, water sources, large maps, laws, force systems, historical nodes... the creators spent a lot of effort to create a complete world.
From before reset, to after reset.
From the previous book to the next book.
Every modification, every fine-tuning, every connection of the "drama memory lens", and every placement of the "narrative anchor point".
The creators walked on the path of order, imitating the rules that Rovatha had established since its independence. Just as the sun sets at a fixed time and is in the sky with the moon at a fixed time, the stars and astronomy all follow the same path.
Step out of primitiveness, bid farewell to ignorance, and ignite the fire.
Patiently adjusting historical nodes until the original world is completely restored.
Again, again, and again.
——They show the same smile and weave the same blue sky.
And at the next reset, at the moment the red sun sets, I see with my own eyes the destruction of everything.
…
I create first and then I erase.
First give it a soul, then let it perish.
First obtain the brilliance of their soul, and then drive their life to demise.
——First destroy, then "reborn".
…
【——Why did they fall? 】
[——Why do the endless loopholes and sorrows exist in this world? ]
[History is a kind of ancient, real, epitaph and memorial book engraved on civilization. I dare not compare myself to history, but just a despicable life copyist, a thief who carries other people's lives, and a cruel executioner who burns the abandoned.]
[But at least, the text depicts their burning ideals and falling enthusiasm... before the library completely collapsed into the universe.]
[Si Que, you are such a cruel person. You gave them hope, but also gave them despair.]
[If you can't bear it, don't touch your quill in the first place. ]
…
"Supreme Lord." Under the red sun, Su Mingan said, "Can you do me a favor?"
"You say." said the Supreme Lord.
"I want to try to break the situation and prevent today's situation from happening again. I heard that you Gaowei are good at slicing. Can you try it on me?" Su Mingan said: "Cut it into three pieces. I can't control it if there are more than three pieces."
The Supreme Lord thought for a moment and said: "Okay, but you have to consider one thing..."
——What are the triggering conditions for Su Mingan’s authority?
If there is only one Su Mingan, when Su Mingan dies, the death rollback will definitely be triggered.
But if there are three Su Mingan, and one of them dies, will the death replay be triggered?
Su Mingan believed that the death replay would only be triggered if all three of his selves died.
After seeing what Die Ying did - Die Ying, Xiao A Ba, Ba A Xiao. Su Ming'an also wanted to try the feeling of slicing. Cutting into three pieces is actually equivalent to exploring three times on the same timeline at the same time. Each time is a real experience, but the memories are not connected each time. Until the final fusion, the memories of these three times will return to the mind.
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