"My story is about a child who meets a forest spirit..."
"My story is about a beautiful angel..."
"My story is about a beautiful candy house..."
Noor Akinni sat on an ivory seat, her knees covered with a soft red blanket, sipping strawberry juice.
He gazed at the passionate contestants in the Creator Contest, and then cast his eyes towards the sky - red rain like blood continued to fall, and it had turned from a drizzle into a downpour.
The smell of the rain was like blood; this was clearly an unusually heavy downpour.
"I'm contestant No. 87, Xige. My story tells about a girl from the Rose Clan who defeated the evil old nobles and came to the Abyss Island far away from the mainland." On the high platform, a girl in a red dress stood, raising her arms: "The heroine is Nora. She has a friend named Carlo Blo, who is a knight. He shouldn't fall in love with the heroine, but I really like this kind of identity conflict..."
She presented her story with great enthusiasm, a satisfied smile on her face, and presented her ideas to the world on live broadcast.
There should be many audience members sitting in the audience, listening attentively.
However, the open-air auditorium was winding with red streams, and there were only prostrated bodies, torn clothes, messy shoes, and hurried footprints in the auditorium.
The red rain was too severe and those with weak constitutions could not withstand it. One after another, people fell down and fainted, including nobles, commoners, and even other contestants.
Less than one in ten people remain sober.
This is a heavy rain to welcome the "Dream Patrolmen".
However, even though the contestants knew that this sudden red rain was wrong, none of them ran away. They cherished their chance to participate and told their stories passionately to the unconscious audience. This chance to change their fate may only come once, so what if they encounter such a sudden change? If they miss this opportunity, no one will care about their stories anymore.
The World Tree hasn't called a halt yet, and a champion must be decided.
"...Faced with the suppression of the Church, the heroine and the knight kissed in the moonlight. For the first time, the knight Riccardo discarded his heavy helmet, and black roses grew in his armor. From then on, the object of his loyalty was no longer God, but her..."
More and more people fell down.
The unconscious bodies were piled together like corpses, like scattered beans.
"…In order to protect the heroine, the knight was dying. The heroine took him to the Abyss Island, where an ancient god lived, the Lord of the Abyss, Letosli… He heard the heroine's story and decided to show kindness and transform the dying knight into an immortal vampire. The heroine finally stopped crying. It was great that her lover was saved."
The red rain fell without stopping.
Wailing, confused, and whispering.
The contestants were terrified by the sudden red rain, while numbly listening to Gao Tai's story. They showed fear and confusion in their eyes, but still refused to give up their qualification to participate.
The number of people who fell unconscious increased exponentially, and the noisy audience gradually became so noisy that you could hear a pin drop.
Tens of thousands of unconscious bodies lay on the seats, as if still listening to the passionate story on the stage.
"...However, the heroine noticed that the knight gradually began to suffer. He could not accept that he needed blood to survive, nor could he accept that he would never see his old friends again. He wanted to end it all by dying, but the Lord of the Abyss's blessing of eternal life prevented him from dying. Finally, he developed a hatred for the heroine who forced him to become a vampire. This hatred grew over time, until... a silver dagger pierced the heroine's heart."
“Boom.”
A muffled sound.
On the podium, contestant No. 87 fell heavily, and her voice ended at the end of the story.
In the open-air high platform environment, the red rain fell on her without any shelter. After she barely finished telling the story, she still couldn't withstand the flushing of the red rain.
The shadow of the World Tree stretched out its branches and leaves, commenting calmly:
"Plot score 72 points, character score 72 points, logic score 71 points, philosophy score 65 points, world mystery disclosure score 40 points, ending score 81 points."
“The overall score is 66 points. Currently ranked 23rd.”
"Next one."
Contestant No. 88 gritted his teeth, looked at the open-air platform, and opened an umbrella.
However, holding an umbrella could not block the rain in the air. He took a deep breath, and even though he knew he was risking his life, his eyes were unusually bright:
"My story tells of..."
At this moment, he seemed to be in a state of selflessness, forgetting the danger and fear, and only wanted to tell his story to the world.
This is the Creator Conference that the whole world is watching... Even if there is an inexplicable red rain, so what? If you retreat, you will never have another chance. You can only ruminate on your own story in a dark corner for the rest of your life and return to your ordinary life.
"…In this way, they went through a long storm, holding each other's hands tightly in the bumpy carriage. The detective promised the girl that they must go home together and would never abandon her…"
“Boom!”
"Contestant No. 89."
"My story tells of..."
"Contestant No. 90."
"I have spent half my life writing this story. I hope you like it. The story begins in a wooden house covered in snow..."
"Contestant No. 91."
"This story was inspired by my daughter, who once folded a colorful paper crane for me..."
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