His voice was low and painful, as if he was deeply hurt.
"I must come up with a way to protect the majority of people." Si Que said slowly: "Parry, Ottilia, Lubert... they are all ordinary people who do not have the courage to fight against the whole world. Talented people like me can boldly pursue our ideals, but a little storm may destroy the life of an ordinary person. In order to be responsible for the majority of creators, I..."
He clenched the emerald in his hand.
"So you let a big tree judge our fantasies and use rules to restrict our creation...weak! Does this mean that no matter what we create in the future, people will point at us and question us, 'What are your intentions, what are your purposes, and why did you create these things?'" Ian scolded.
"Whatever you say." Si Que's eyes were clear and bright:
"I just hope the massacre we saw last night doesn't happen again."
"Only in this way..."
He put his hand on his chest, with a strange enthusiasm in his eyes:
"Our [nest] will last forever. Birds born with wings and wingless birds born without wings can all survive."
Ian turned his back, his eyes no longer shining like gold.
He thought of the scientists who jumped off buildings, the people who wrote about wild beasts eating villagers, and the chronic drugs whose chemical compositions had been tampered with.
But he also thought of the books thrown into the fire, the stories that were forced to be graded, the broken quills and the spines of countless people.
"Bang!"
Just then, he suddenly heard a gunshot.
The sharp gunshot cut through the noisy arguments and suddenly made the air empty.
Si Que's right chest burst into blood and he spat out a mouthful of blood, then slowly fell down amid everyone's exclamations.
“Who is it!”
"who!"
Where everyone's eyes were focused, a young man with white hair and golden eyes slowly walked in and blew out a puff of white smoke from the muzzle of his gun.
"I've always been very curious. The story of Si Que's creation is indeed good, but it's not good enough to dominate the world. Why is he unrivaled in the world and ranked first all year round?" Su Liujin said calmly, "It turns out that Si Que was the first person to join the World Tree and took advantage of the World Tree's hype and promotion. Praising gods, worshipping gods, and creating gods, pervasive propaganda... Your fairy tale of fairly good quality has become a popular reading material for everyone in Luowasha. Sometimes when you wake up in the middle of the night, do you feel that you are not worthy of your position?"
The character possessed by Su Liujin is named "Su Xiaobai", and his mission is to [destroy the Creator Conference]. Since Su Xiaobai's race is "Prophecy Nightingale", he can speak words similar to prophecy.
When faced with the choice, he chose "shoot". After saying such a long paragraph, even he was surprised that this was what Su Xiaobai was thinking.
However, Su Liujin did feel strange. He had long believed that Luowasha should be a place where all flowers bloom, and Si Que should not be the only one that dominates the world. He always thought that he had not discovered Si Que's shining points, but now he vaguely understood that for "creation", the most important thing is no longer the spiritual energy, but the preference of the world tree.
The creators at the top of the list are never the clear stream.
Without the love of the World Tree and the promotion of the gods, the truly noble Great Creator would have starved to death long ago.
People must create what the World Tree likes, and they must remain silent about what the World Tree hates.
Once you dare to go against the current, innovate boldly, and go against the trend of the times led by the World Tree, you will be put on the "Thunder List" by the World Tree, inviting the general public to criticize, avoid, and spit on you.
Therefore, the things created by Luowasha gradually became the same.
Therefore, people who truly think deeply no longer dare to show up.
Therefore, short, fast and exciting creations are becoming more and more popular.
Therefore, there are more and more things that are not worthy of their positions.
So, if you are nice, you will get candy.
Therefore, there will always be a "white sand paradise" in this world that cannot be burned.
When Su Liujin lived in the sea, he had admired the hot creations in Luowasha through online forums more than once. He was obsessed with the exquisite design, smooth lines, and beautiful appearance of many creations. But he often found that these creations were not popular with the public, but some creations that he could not see were spread all over Luowasha. He tried his best to watch these hot creations, but finally found regretfully that he might be one of the "minority" who could not feel the beauty.
Paintings, sculptures, stories, calligraphy, antiques, jewelry... and even human character, morals, and behavior in real life seem to always show this situation.
The inferior crushes the superior, the bad are happier than the good, the people who have abandoned their moral character dominate the kind and upright, and the incompetent rebuke the farsighted. Reversal and backflow swept through people's popular cognition and gradually became the norm.
"At first, the World Tree's creation ranking confused me. If the World Tree has no consciousness, then what basis does it have to judge our creation? If the World Tree has consciousness, then it evaluates everything with its own opinion. Why should the hundreds of millions of people in Luowasha listen to a big tree and follow the trend?" Su Liujin said: "It turns out that the source of all this is you, Si Que."
"Then let me ask you." Si Que was supported by Yamada Machi, with the corners of his eyes raised, and he said slowly: "If... the Book of the World was not created... would there be fewer deaths than now?"
Su Liujin pursed her lips and whispered:
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