Could it be that the Destructionist has looped a thousand times? That’s insane. Even if the Destructionist caused multiple collapses in one go... that still would take hundreds of loops, wouldn’t it?
This corresponds to the thirtieth floor of the Desire Tower, currently there probably aren’t that many people who have explored this place.
If it’s not the Destructionist...
Then who else could it be?
Knights... ancient castles...
Wen Xishu suddenly thought of the Shoe Girl. The Shoe Girl had been killed by him for some reason.
Thoroughly, without any chance of resurrection.
But what if, among the many ancient ruins, there were other characters like the Shoe Girl? Back in Arnold’s Godslaying Church, it wasn’t just the Shoe Girl being hunted...
Could it be that some monster hidden in one of the ruins has been revived?
This was just Wen Xishu’s guess.
Right now, Wen Xishu needed to return to the key time node. That meant he had to get the invitation.
Originally, he thought seeing these spectators would be enough to get the invitation. After all, he had broken through a wall.
But now it seemed... that wall wasn’t deep enough.
Of course, there is also the possibility that—on the ancient line, there is no invitation.
"Miaosa... You said after finishing a class, you went to a certain place, do you still have an impression of that place?"
Miaosa began to recall.
But then, she started to feel a headache, because no matter how hard she tried to think, it seemed to only respond with a sense of emptiness.
She shook her head in pain:
"Sorry... I can’t remember where that place is! My memory seems to have been severed!"
Wen Xishu sighed:
"Then don’t try to think."
"But I think I am ready to face that person with a story."
"Everyone, from my perspective, you are all spectators, and what you seem to be able to do is send bullet comments."
"But you actually... Shouldn’t you have your own lives too?"
Everyone began to ponder.
"I have a way... to make that true source appear, but here, it requires you all to play the villain with me."
"By telling a story, I make you come to life and appear in the event."
"Of course, what I’m saying might not be true, maybe there really is a god, a god who judges you."
"Maybe you all are truly evil, just without memory of it."
"Next, each of you decides whether to follow me in doing this."
"In the fourth round of the storytelling event, I will tell a story. If you are innocent, it means there exists an evil entity that is playing with you and distorting you."
"I will use the story to draw it out."
"If you are indeed evil, and such a person doesn’t exist, then you are inherently bad~"
"Then it doesn’t matter, it means I was wrong, my story is false, and I will be killed by the rules."
Wen Xishu spread his arms, as if to embrace everyone.
He knew, this event needs a conclusion:
"You may choose to stay here, continuing to be spectators, but in the future, among those being judged, there might be your relatives, your friends!"
"Maybe that child who aroused public anger is one of your children."
"Maybe he isn’t inherently bad, maybe at a certain moment, you also felt a twinge of emotion, but if you do nothing, that twinge will pass in an instant and you will still be numb commenters!"
"The person behind the scenes is surely laughing at you secretly, don’t you want to draw them out? Once you, like Miaosa, recalled those actions against your true nature in the event!"
"He twists your characters, manipulates your lives. If you cannot resist and don’t realize it, then it’s whatever,"
"But now, you have felt that something is wrong. Don’t you want to get back your true memories? Don’t you want to know who that bastard twisting and manipulating you is? Should you allow those undeserved evils to keep spreading?"
"Or do you still want to hide behind the bullet comments, like cowards, pointing and commenting?"
"All the games that try to fool you with your own destinies should break the rules and draw out the bastard who set the game, returning its fate in the cruelest way!"
"Now, if you are willing, I will help you draw it out."
After a long series of speeches, the crossroads fell silent. After a while, bullet comments appeared.
[Does that kind of... monster really exist?]
[Can he really defeat the one who can twist our fate?]
[I can’t remember... but I feel like I have been here a long time. Will I definitely become better if I escape this situation?]
[It’s hard, it’s hard. If I am like Miaosa, then I have done very bad things, right? But no one remembers, right? Since no one remembers, and I don’t remember... can I pretend it didn’t happen?]
Kindness sometimes also means cowardice.
Wen Xishu’s speeches indeed made many people realize... they might really have been toyed with by some powerful being.
But they were just ordinary people, hiding behind the bullet comments, pointing and commenting on others.
They were afraid the owner of the ancient castle would torture them because of their inner rebellion.
Wen Xishu initially thought this round of persuasion had failed. He needed to activate the backup plan.
But then, Miaosa stood out:
"I believe you. Wen Xishu... I want to draw out that person!"
Miaosa’s tears moved everyone:
"I’m not like that... I’m not like the one in the bullet comments! I cherish my purity!"
"I can’t tolerate being so smeared and defined, I can’t tolerate my life being wantonly modified by some bastard!"
"Even if I die, I won’t die so sullied!"
Her voice was hysterical, but Wen Xishu knew that no matter how much one roars, they can’t awaken those pretending to be asleep.
But as long as the expectation isn’t zero, it would be enough.
Because even if the expectation is one, even if the story scores the lowest in the event, it would at least enter the incident stage.
Wen Xishu smiled and approached the door, meaning the incident stage was about to end.
"When they didn’t know the truth, they would only dare to stand at the crossroads, relying on their numbers to surround me."
"So from the beginning, I was wondering how could such people dare to declare war against those manipulating their fates?"
"Keep laughing, keep pointing and commenting, keep indulging in the joy of being spectators."
"No problem, I never expected... real justice from those hiding behind bullet comments."
Wen Xishu’s final gaze fell on Miaosa:
"At least, my story’s expectations won’t drop to zero."
"Even without thousands of troops, if I am alone, I will still kill that bastard."