Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1512 - 17: Creator Conference

The Creator Conference gradually begins.

Under the circular sky, flags flutter, and the crowd is noisy.

The most eye-catching is a crystal trunk rising from the high platform, like a massive touchstone.

A hundred seats are arranged in a circular pattern. Behind them are seats for royal aristocrats, angels, royals, high-star officers, Nalan Court council members, and high-level employees of All Living Beings United. Further out are the wealthy merchants, lords, celebrities, and top scholars of the Royal City. The outermost circle is for those with certain economic power and social status. As for the largest and most ordinary group, they can only watch the live stream from outside.

This scene makes Su Ming’an illusion the former Main God World auction, where top players were in the inner circle, adventurer players were in the outer circle, and countless people sat in teahouses watching the live stream.

Upon his arrival, he hears many discussions.

"That is the champion favorite of the treasure validation soldier theme, Jacklo."

"Beside him is Hui Cha, whose dominant CEO theme books are very popular."

"Ah! It’s Sique! With the huge impact of yesterday’s public opinion, I thought he wouldn’t come."

"Bai Qiu! Bai Qiu! I’ve read his story!"

As the hottest champion favorite, Su Ming’an sits at the first seat, with Sique in a blue-green gown on his right and Su Liujin wearing a pink-blue jellyfish hat shirt on his left.

Two parrots fly by in the sky, clutching a metal clock, showing the current time as 8:26.

The evaluation begins at nine, so this period is for exchanges among the hundred strong creators. Su Ming’an accepts the Osai Luo Malt Wine handed by an attendant, looks at his randomly drawn number 86, and quickly scans the entire scene.

Hui Bai is also a participant, with a fitting name Hui Cha... yeah, that suits him. He is enthusiastically chatting with several creators, truly a warm man.

On Qi Zhou’s desk nameplate, it says... Su Wenjun’s father? Impressive, this name passed the Royal City’s audit.

Shi Ying squats in a corner, seemingly still observing in the shadows, she’s really diligent...

Queen Aisudani has arrived, and beside her is Huajian Weilai from Nalan Court. Ian is also here, still looking very inexperienced, and many familiar faces...

So many people...

Su Ming’an shakes the Osai Luo Malt Wine, maintaining an exaggerated distance between his palm and cheek.

A raindrop wets his white hair.

"Tick-tock."

...

The Plant Species Main City, Luomeng City.

Lunxue sits in front of the computer typing away, his eyes full of dark circles, with the beep of messages unending.

[Sister Chen: Xiao Lun, Boss Zhu wants you to revise this document before submitting it to him.]

[Salted Fish Slyness to the End: Received (Handshake.jpg)]

[Sister Chen: By the way, have you decided on the matter Boss Zhu asked before?]

[Salted Fish Slyness to the End: What?]

[Sister Chen: It’s about the 22-hour work system... Aren’t we on the 15-hour work system now? Recently, the boss got the Mechanical Race’s stimulant, drinking it counts the work as sleep. He asks if you’re willing to work harder for the company’s prospect, to strive a bit more.]

[Salted Fish Slyness to the End: Haha, forget it.]

[Sister Chen: Xiao Lun, this is actually a notification, not an inquiry of your opinion. Young people should strive more. Isn’t it just the 22-hour work system? Xiao Yang next door is on the 25-hour work system, the extra hour is deducted from his lifespan after death, look at how diligent he is, still striving after death.]

...

"Bang!"

Lunxue kicks over the workstation.

Under the astonished gazes of colleagues, she walks into the office with a knife, ten minutes later, she sits in the boss’s seat, a man full of wealth lying on the floor.

"Working hard for so many years, still not as fast as taking by force." Lunxue takes a puff of cigar, counting the money in hand: "Luowasha labor law stipulates a 9-hour work system a day, yet no one dares to report it... Hmph, twisted order, I will act."

At the same time, she also has worries, employees squeezed yet not reporting is because they need the job to eat. Her act of flipping the table will also leave them unemployed.

"Sigh... it’s so annoying." Lunxue scratches her hair, full of fatigue.

Her occupation requires her to work often, earn money to grow strong, but she frequently cannot endure the odd work environments and the harsh conditions defying labor law, often flipping tables and slashing the boss. It’s not her bad luck but everywhere is the same, hardly anyone truly abides by labor law, Luowasha’s environment is like this.

Anyway, Luowasha’s lower races, like the cattle clan, horse clan, the Leeks Tribe, are especially numerous, squeezed dry and done, they can only be thankful.

At this time, she suddenly feels something glowing. She looks at her backpack, it’s a copy of "Luowasha Crow Black Fairy Tales", a fairy tale book she randomly picked up one day, flipped through a few pages and tossed into the backpack. Not sure why it’s suddenly glowing.

She opens the book, intending to take a good look at it.

"This book includes five story adaptations, ’A Jellyfish in the Sea’, ’Siyi and Adventure Island’, ’Red Cloak Boy’, ’Fox Pit’, ’Magpie’s Gratitude Eating Jellyfish’... Hmm, I’m not planning to go to the Creator Conference, might as well read the book, hopefully, there’s something to gain..."

She places the book on her lap and leans comfortably against the chair, and begins to read:

"[Home! Where is my home?]"

"[Once upon a time, there was a jellyfish in the sea. He wandered around in the sea, wanting to find a home. But a villain caught him, making him an unhappy jellyfish.]"

"[After coming ashore, to escape the greedy people, he smartly transformed into human form. Wearing a red robe, combing his hair, holding an oil lamp, he walked a very long road...]"

...

Red Tower, Royal City, Creator Conference.

"Number 5, Su Mianmian, please elaborate on your creation concept." From the central World Tree condenses a pure white figure, quietly standing under crystal leaves, emitting an indistinguishable voice.

Previously, four creators have already received scores. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Su Liujin, wearing a number 5 tag, facing countless perspectives from the world, speaks fearlessly:

"My story is called ’Jellyfish Travel Chronicles’."

"The style focuses on leisure, cheerful, and light-hearted. It tells a heartwarming and healing story of a jellyfish leaving the sea, meeting various friends, and adventuring together."

"I think life is already tough, might as well narrate some relaxed stories. However, this is not because I want to lead people to evade hardships. It’s because light stories can make them grasp thoughts amidst laughter."

"——What’s your view on the female supporting role ’Sister Qin’ and male supporting role ’Chacha’ in the story?" comes an inquiry,

This voice does not come from second-circle royal aristocrats; they are prohibited from questioning creators in such settings. The sound emanates from a fruit hanging from the World Tree.

"’Sister Qin’ is a symbol of security, also an important force guiding the protagonist towards goodness." Su Liujin says: "’Chacha’s image is inclined towards mystery, can arouse the Observer’s interest, many mysteries will be revealed by him."

"——Why did you choose six companions? Does this number have some special significance?" A voice came from another fruit.

Su Liujin said indifferently: "No special significance, I just like this number."

Below the stage, Eni whispered: "Why does the World Tree produce so many different sounds? Is it a collective consciousness?"

Flora furrowed her brows: "I heard it doesn’t have Wisdom, could it be the Watchers, Yijulai’er, speaking on its behalf?"

"Su Mianmian, next I want to enjoy your story." The World Tree said: "Are you willing to let everyone experience it together?"

"Sure." Su Liujin nodded.

The next moment, Eni and Flora felt they were in the ocean, portraying an observer’s perspective. In their eyes, time flowed rapidly. As they gathered their thoughts, the entire process of "Jellyfish Travel Chronicles" was lodged in their minds, like having just watched a thrilling movie or read a complete book.

Involuntarily, Flora shed tears, reacting to the ending she saw. Her emotions were so immersed, she almost lost control: "Why did the protagonist die at the end!!"

Similar to her reaction, the crowd was filled with successive sighs:

"I thought it would be a beautiful, happy ending, only to see at the end... the jellyfish melted away in the sunlight!"

"Damn it, the start was warm and healing, yet turned out to lure people in for a kill."

"’Sister Qin’ and ’Chacha’ also died, how could this soft white-haired boy be so ruthless? I want to send him a knife!"

"Ah, the Creator’s stories are mostly drawn from their own experiences, could it be that this boy... Hmm, there should be a considerable degree of artistic processing, he seems to be living well."

"Writing tragedies is thankless, but tragedies indeed provide a significant shock as a creation method; at least I can’t regard this story as a simple fairy tale anymore."

The World Tree was silent for a moment, seemingly engaging in complex estimation and calculation.

Half a minute later, it spoke:

"...Plot rating 76, character setting rating 81, logic rating 72, philosophical rating 69, world mystery revelation rating 65, ending rating 84."

"Overall rating 75. Currently ranked 2nd."

This doesn’t count as a particularly high score.

Su Liujin showed no emotional change; creation was not his forte. He calmly returned to his seat, tightly clutching something.

It was a wooden plaque, carved with a dense array of names. He gently caressed these names, and with a string, hung the plaque around his neck.

A few raindrops fell onto his desk, soaking the golden Strawberry Crisp.

...

In the office, Lunxue crossed his legs and flipped to the second page:

"[On the road, the jellyfish met a friend, named Frozen Man.]"

"[Frozen Man seemed very friendly, and they walked together.]"

"[Along the way, the jellyfish encountered bad guys... after a round of danger, Frozen Man summoned numerous beautiful ice flowers and chased away the bad guys...]"

...

In Peach Blossom Valley.

Bei Wang paused his meditation.

He lifted his head, sensing the unusual humidity today. He was highly sensitive to ice and water elements, realizing this was not ordinary rain.

"God, what has happened? There are sounds from the mountain below?" Tao’er sat before the crystal, eagerly watching the live broadcast, as the excitement peaked, yet noticed the deity had moved.

"Nothing." Bei Wang did not reveal his tension to the only devout believer, who was also Najasha’s greatest source of faith, he couldn’t let it slip away, maintaining his divine demeanor: "Keep watching your broadcast."

"Oh no." Tao’er slapped her thigh, looking down at the mountain: "Could it be Mujin School coming to catch me for skipping class!"

"You skipped class?" Bei Wang looked over.

Tao’er knew she was in trouble, twirling on her toes, whispered: "I wanted to watch the Creator Conference... the school didn’t give us a holiday... Aunt Chen and Grandpa Liu dared not come up the mountain, so I ran here..." She carefully glanced at Bei Wang, lowered her head and whispered: "I know God certainly has a way to let me watch the Creator Conference. Hmm, God is truly wonderful!"

"Go down." Bei Wang said.

"...uh, ah?" Tao’er froze, patting her ears.

"Go down, go to class." Bei Wang said.

Tao’er instantly showed a face of bitter melon, wanting to say something but dared not defy God’s wishes, looking at him longingly, taking one step and turning back.

"Wait, come back." Bei Wang realized the rain was problematic, fearing Tao’er might run into trouble descending the mountain.

Just then, Tian Yu’s cold voice sounded: "This rain is off, Little Bei Wang, someone must go down the mountain to check what’s happening."

Now, only Tao’er could descend the mountain.

Earlier, Bei Wang had Tao’er sell snow carvings for money, attracting a batch of villagers to the mountain, developing them into his shallow believers. With his precise calculations and in conjunction with his meditation method, he could regain short-term powerful actions today, successfully returning to the ocean.

But if those shallow believers died down there, today would certainly not suffice, the mission would fail, he would die...not mentioning the impact of his death, if he and the people below died, Tao’er couldn’t survive either.

Bei Wang pondered for a moment, reached out his hand.

"Do you trust me?"

Tao’er said without hesitation: "Of course, I trust you. From six to thirteen years old, I always believed in God."

"Because I’m good-looking?"

Tao’er chuckled, nodding shamelessly: "Because God is good-looking! But not just good-looking!"

"God has always supported me in my studies...well, even though I really dislike reading. Also, God tells me stories from outside, stories of the Heroic Magpie!"

"I’ve never been to a big city, God describes jade jewels and big personalities in big cities, and tells stories of the Heroic Magpie fighting evil, catching bad guys..."

Bei Wang quietly listened, it should be how Najasha previously interacted with Tao’er.

"Have you heard of witches?" Bei Wang asked. The reputation of witches wasn’t good, people always considered them deceitful and lived by seducing people’s hearts.

"Yes, they are a group of beautiful girls!" Tao’er’s eyes were very clean.

"Hmm...we might be in danger now." Bei Wang endeavored to make his words fluid: "I need you...to go down the mountain and look. But I fear you might encounter danger...So, I want to share... a kind of strength with you. This strength is somewhat...hard for outsiders to accept...as it resembles the aura of a demon..."

Bei Wang wanted to explain the witch’s power, but Tao’er directly grasped the hand stretched out to her.

The white frosty light slid along his arm gracefully, gently wrapping around the protruding wrist bones of the girl.