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Chapter 1388: Chapter 39: "Su Mianbao Truly Has the Bearing of a Great Emperor.

Su Ming’an’s expression was momentarily shaken, as if he thought of some leap-forward ideas, but soon he understood that Sique meant to use a pen to create more people.

"Mass production?" Su Ming’an asked.

"This quartet is lucky, they’re the direct children of the creator, but most of the population can only be mass-produced." Sique spread his hands: "Cruel, but the reality is such. Anywhere, 95% of people are no different from the goblins by the roadside, only 5% are enjoying the world."

"You people of Dragon Country have the myth of Nuwa creating humans, but some people are the soil Nuwa personally touched, while others are just mud dots casually thrown."

Su Ming’an asked: "And what about you? What kind of soil are you made from?"

Sique was not modest: "I am Nuwa."

Su Ming’an: "..."

This bird is really unrestrained.

Su Ming’an raised his pen, and the moment he grasped the pen, twinkling glimmers surrounded his palm.

He waved the pen, writing down a few keywords: [Kind, docile, peace-loving, helpful]. Humans batch-produced from these keywords should not bring too much chaos.

In an instant, he felt a sense of weakness throughout his body, as if droplets of blood inside him were flowing out along the pen.

The essence of creation is to drain one’s own blood and infuse it into the shell of a new character.

As he finished these words, one by one, ant-like human figures scattered across the wasteland.

At this time, Yue Ying climbed the slope and gazed far away, exclaiming:

"People... People! People!"

The other three also climbed the slope, seeing the distant human figures, revealing shock.

For five years, the quartet had never encountered other people, thinking only they existed in the world. Today, they unexpectedly saw figures in the distance.

"Communication... Help..." Yue Ying gestured, wanting to approach those people.

"Alright..." Su Mianbao nodded. Yu Zhu was ill, always weak, now with more people, they might be able to trade for herbs.

The group of four set out, without any defensive measures. Su Ming’an looked down at this scene, grateful he had created a batch of kind and docile people, otherwise, such a resource-rich quartet would surely be robbed.

"Hello..."

Soon, the quartet encountered over a dozen naked people. After communication, they found this batch couldn’t do anything, not even communicate, like children just opened up from chaos.

It turns out, not everyone in this world is as smart as they are.

After discussion, the quartet decided to take these dozen people back to the camp, as they didn’t understand hunting or gathering, these people would starve soon.

"Also... many people..." Su Mianbao gesticulated: "We... must save them all..."

These suddenly appearing two hundred people, they couldn’t just ignore them.

Soon, they brought batch after batch back to the camp. Due to five years of accumulation, they had stored plenty of food, enough for several dozen humans to survive for a while. Moreover, with manpower, they could cultivate more land, as long as they patiently taught them, these people would quickly grow.

The quartet was simply too naive, not considering whether so many people might snatch their food. But luckily, the concept of "murder" seemed absent, people obediently waited by the thatched huts for the quartet’s arrangements.

"It’s enough..." At this time, Li Li raised an objection: "Sixty-eight people... no more..."

Li Li felt the number of people already brought back was many, any more and there might not be enough food.

"They will die..." Su Mianbao shook his head. If they ignored them, over a hundred more would starve.

"No way..." Li Li firmly opposed.

"Yes..." Yu Zhu firmly affirmed.

This was the first time Su Ming’an saw a conflict erupt between them.

Previously, the quartet was harmonious, as if nothing could separate them. They could live happily forever in this Eden.

However, with the creator’s stroke, 200 people appeared, seemingly bringing change to the quartet.

They argued back and forth, each with their own reasons.

"...Mr. Lighthouse, should we continue watching?" Sique stood with arms crossed: "The external time flow speed is much slower compared to the small world, even if you watch here for a day, only a few seconds would pass outside. But I don’t recommend staying here overly long, as no World Origin and stable world structure exists here, time flow speed could suddenly change, jeopardizing your safety."

"We’ll return in a bit." Su Ming’an said.

They left the small world, Su Ming’an glanced at the system time, it was nine in the morning.

In the black water, Cloud City God was still reading before the bookshelf, now switching to a book titled Pulali Love Story, another place with a name resembling Pulaya.

"I wonder what Demon Line Su Ming’an is doing now..." Su Ming’an pondered.

"I can view Luowasha’s scene in real-time. If Mr. Lighthouse wishes to see, I can activate it." Sique smiled, moving his fingers, a huge screen appeared in the air.

Such a voyeur’s Divine Artifact indeed.

Su Ming’an raised an eyebrow; it seems Sique is constantly spying on Luowasha. His previous timelines were probably all secretly watched by Sique.

The scene showed a magnificent banquet hall. Demon Line Su Ming’an shook his wine glass, facing an extremely nervous middle-aged man.

"What do you want to say to me?" Demon Line Su Ming’an asked.

"I..." Lin Hejin bit his teeth: "I think there’s an error in the logic of your new story Goddess of Life Lotasha. Are you encountering difficulties, deliberately leaving these loopholes in the stories?"

...It had already developed to this point.

Su Ming’an recalled that according to Yijulai’er’s predictions, what awaited Demon Line Su Ming’an next was meeting scientist Ran Bo in Experimental City, then being pursued by his Rin Clan younger brother, finally being swallowed by the World Tree.

"So, in your Goddess of Life Lotasha story, why leave loopholes? Making your exclusive supporter Lin Hejin really worried." Su Ming’an turned to look at Sique.

"...Oh." Sique glanced at the screen, only now remembering: "It’s been a long time... I was letting the World Master practice writing. But then he released the story under my name."

Sique had been nurturing his heir from a long time ago.

He carefully engraved three days and nights on the best letter paper with the finest ink, creating the World Master role, naming him "Si Li".

If one day he ceases to exist, the World Master would inherit the World Book and Twelve Stories, becoming the strongest Creator in Luowasha’s next era. However, he hadn’t expected such defiance from the World Master, completely ignoring him, always rebelling against him as a mentor, even taking a new name "Wenjun".

Sique taught how to write, the World Master insisted on doing the opposite. While Sique liked writing serious drama-style stories, the World Master insisted on writing comical low-quality skits.

The World Master even crafted a key to enter the Black Water Dream, distributing it to anyone met, wishing everyone would party in Sique’s dream, expressing rebellion through this.

The story of "Goddess of Life Lotasha" was written by the World Master, but it was quite poorly written and mocked by Sique. So the World Master, in a fit of anger, said—You think my writing is bad? Fine, I’ll release it under your name and let everyone mock you instead!

I’m the worst! I’m the very worst!

However, what the World Master didn’t anticipate was that all the Luowasha were fans of Sique. This flawed story was met with universal praise. Some people even stood on their heads, praising Sique in front of the camera. Some showed their reverence by eating Sique’s book. Some held "Don’t Praise Sique Challenge" events, where streamers in front of cameras created all kinds of hilarious programs, drastically increasing their views...

Sique’s writing had already become a "truth". Praising it would be met with success, while criticism would result in mockery and online backlash.

"And then?" Su Ming’an said.

"Then... I realized he didn’t want to be my heir, so I set him free," Sique said.

"Then why does he have Su Wensheng’s face?" Su Ming’an was still bothered by it.

"Inspiration is a ’future position’, allowing the things that flash through our minds to be drawn from that future position and become a fixed module (Memory Clip), imprinting onto reality. So, maybe some traces of the World Master’s inspiration were from a time period of Su Wensheng," Sique said. "As for which version of Su Wensheng it is, that’s unclear... Alright, let’s return to the small world."

They returned to the small world.

...

[Welcome, Creator Su Ming’an.]

[Current small world stage: Low Magic World (Agricultural period)]

[Current year: 8 years]

[Current population: 202 people]

[Current main faction: Zhuyue Village (named by Su Mianbao)]

...

Su Ming’an felt quite emotional.

In such a short moment, three years had passed.

The former living area of the four-member group had expanded into a village, with dozens of thatched huts clustered together, over two hundred people busy nearby.

Moreover, the original thatched hut of the four-member group had even transformed into a stone house, in stark contrast with the other thatched huts.

Seeing this scene, Su Ming’an’s heart skipped a beat.

——A class division had emerged.

The four-member group, having access to technology and resources, moved into the distinctive stone house.

Although the four-member group surely did not intend to oppress others and were simply given a stone house in gratitude, this indicates that differentiation had already begun.

The mire of humanity’s thousand-generation legacy, forever shadowing us.

"Clan Leader."

"Clan Leader."

People referred to the four-member group as "Clan Leader."

Yue Ying was the "Hunting Clan Leader", leading a group of young men in the forest, personally teaching them archery skills. Several young people were already proficient, their aim precise.

Yu Zhu was the "Agricultural Clan Leader," teaching a group how to plant, fertilize, and weed. Farming is a profound knowledge, not something to be explored fully in a mere eight years. Yu Zhu learned as he worked, modestly seeking advice from some elders, progressing together.

However, Yu Zhu was looking paler, unable to understand illness, so his condition could only be dragged on. Previously, when they were sick, they would recover after a delay, but for some reason, this time the illness lingered.

Su Mianbao was the "Management Clan Chief," staying in the stone house, responsible for allocating resources, coordinating personnel, as well as educating, recording history, and perfecting writing. As the protagonist hand-crafted by the creator, she was highly imaginative. While most people focused on filling their stomachs, she recognized the immense importance of these tasks.

Advancing education allows more people to quickly understand how to work, improving production efficiency. Through "old teaching the young," Yue Ying and Yu Zhu’s burden can be eased, allowing the "silver-haired people" to realize their potential and guide the younger, stronger generation.

Perfecting writing enables more people to awaken wisdom, stimulating the advent of primitive commerce and accelerating the step into a civilized society.

Recording history was her personal foresight. She believed the village’s ability to face risks was still too weak. If a natural disaster or plague were to occur, they could be wiped out at any time. It was necessary for her to keep records, so that if, one day, none survive, when the Creator returns, they could learn from her written records why the civilization of this generation perished and improve for the survival of future civilizations.

This level of foresight greatly impressed Su Ming’an.

"It’s no wonder you are her creator," Sique marveled, "What a talented child, it’s a pity."

He lamented greatly. If Su Mianbao were a Luowasha person, she would truly possess the demeanor of a Great Emperor. Unfortunately, she was only a person from a small world, her world’s positional rank far below that of Luowasha, making it feel like an untimely birth.

"Can’t the people from the small world come out?" Su Ming’an asked.

"It’s difficult, it’s like ’Dimensional Ascension’," Sique said.

Su Ming’an instantly understood.

To the four-member group, Su Ming’an as the creator was "high-dimensional." To stand alongside Su Ming’an in the same world, they needed to ascend dimensions.

"Are you going to go in yourself?" Sique said. "Just watching from afar and doing nothing... at their development speed, it might be too late."

The small world was to become a temporary sanctuary for the Zhai Star people. If, until the instance ended, the small world had not developed into a highly livable civilization capable of accommodating one hundred billion people, it would be over.

Su Ming’an had to accelerate the civilization development of the small world.

——The creator was going to descend.

Su Ming’an tried, but found he couldn’t go down.

Sique suggested, "Your current form is high-dimensional relative to the small world, you can’t go in. Create a new body for yourself."

Su Ming’an felt a bit uneasy, as it was his first time directly facing his OC... companion.

He created a very handsome white-haired young man to descend in Sique’s deep gaze.

"Mr. Lighthouse, I won’t accompany you at all times. I am going back to sleep." Sique left the small world and returned to the Black Water Dream.

Upon landing, he discovered there was another person in the dream.

——A girl with powder-colored shoulder-length hair, wearing a white dress with rose lace and with a white sparrow perched on her shoulder, was standing in the black water.

She was gazing at the starry sky, her eyes deep and desolate, her pink hair gently lifted by the wind. Hearing footsteps, she turned to Sique.

"Nice to meet you, Sique Olivius. I apologize for any offense," the pink-haired girl curtsied, her posture elegant and dignified.

"I am Hui Shuhang, from Ming Hui."