"What is this?"
Dean raised his hand and picked up the stick figure that he knocked unconscious.
Calling it a stick figure is not an exaggeration. This gadget has only one color all over its body, as if it was soaked in a paint bucket. Except for the main cylinder, you can barely see the protrusions that appear to be its head and limbs. The whole thing is a green ball, which is particularly eye-catching.
If it were under natural conditions, it would be fuller. This is just because Dean's palm just now has been slightly deformed. The limbs are like melted gummy candies, soft and sticky, giving people a feeling of being slapped on The illusion of snot in my nose.
Chiara stretched out her hand and the Snot Man immediately rose into the air and flew into her hands.
"This is a failure of my creation."
"It doesn't have any special abilities, and it doesn't have any sense of existence. If it hadn't popped out, I would have almost forgotten that this thing existed."
The witch pinched the deformed limbs of the villain, as if she was playing with a ball of plasticine. After rubbing it for a long time, the stick finally returned to its original shape and began to move tremblingly towards the trees.
Looking like a wriggling earthworm, Chiara instantly felt like she was being publicly executed.
Even if it's ugly, it's useless. It's simply a Waterloo in the history of her creation.
If the stick figure hadn't lived in a tree and could be self-sufficient, she would have destroyed the failure long ago.
Really impatient to watch the stickman perform PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, the witch stretched out two fingers, flicked behind the stickman, and sent it back to the bottom of the tree very accurately. The stickman transformed into a small green flying arrow instantly became excited to the naked eye. With a sudden thrust back into the tree trunk, Dean only saw a flash of green light, and the stickman had already escaped into it and disappeared without a trace.
"...It seems pretty useless."
Combined with the stickman's performance just now, it was difficult for Dean to convince himself that this was a powerful person. He tried to be tactful, but in the end he still couldn't violate his conscience.
Chiara said "hmm" indifferently, and raised her hand to take back the barrier spread out on the table.
It was so fast that Dean didn't even have time to observe it again.
A table full of vibrant green world was taken back into the barrier ball. The witch looked at the ball floating on her fingertips, with genuine doubts on her face.
"Unlike the mist world you encountered, I chose to enrich the logic of the world through creation and let it naturally upgrade to the world's creation path. Choosing this path and drawing materials from existing life forms in the big world will It was much simpler, so I thought of creating humans.”
"I originally thought that the human race, as an ordinary race, even if it has good plasticity, the structural difficulty should be low, at least it cannot be higher than those innate extraordinary races, but the result is very different from what I thought."
"I don't know why. It is such a weak and ordinary race, but every time it is created, it is always twisted in a strange direction."
"Doesn't a failure of this level look funny? I also think it's a complete mess, but even this kind of mess is actually the most impressive of my creations."
At least it has a head, two hands and two feet...
All kinds of strange failed products appeared in Chiara's mind. She swung the barrier ball away, with a determination in her tone that she would never fall into the trap again.
"So later I gave up on creating humans."
If I could sum up this story in one sentence, Dean would like to call it "Becoming a Nuwa in Another World: From Entry to Giving Up".
This thought flashed through his mind, and Dean's extremely complicated expression, which had been extremely complicated since the witch started telling the story, finally turned into a twist.
His terrible laugh.
Dean held the lower half of his face with one hand and cleared his throat.
In the end, I don’t know if Chiara saw something, and her next words were thorny, and she pierced him.
"By the way, what I said before is that you don't have to worry about anyone coming to trouble you. After all, there are only a few professionals who are qualified to enter the field of 'World', let alone competition."
"Now is the stage of crossing the river by feeling for the stones, and few people will be stupid enough to cause civil unrest at this time."
"But the prerequisite for being sensible is a person. If it's not a person, then some things will be difficult to explain. What do you think?"
Dean was instantly alert.
"What's the meaning?"
"You don't think that this mist world is the work of any professional, do you?"
"Create a world with such great potential. At least from my understanding, there are only a few people who can do it, and they are all famous celebrities. With their status, it is impossible for them to come to District 13 In such a remote place, let’s do some small things.”
"Of course, I don't rule out that there are hidden powerful people that I don't know about, but I have to remind you that compared to human professionals, the potential of Warcraft in the 'world' is generally higher."
Chiara said this, but her meaningful tone revealed her bad taste.
Dean has to say that in fact, the first second he heard this information, what he thought was:
So are familiars.
He even felt that in terms of potential, Demon Pets were still above Warcraft.
Dean glanced at Kana, then quickly looked away and looked at Chiara.
"So you came to District 13 for the 'world'?"
He was a little curious, "What did the prophecy witch tell you?"
Chiara recalled it.
"The first person to get the prophecy was Rensak, and the prophecy witch found me based on his request."
"The prophecy guides me. Among all the witches, I am the most suitable person to deal with this matter with him."
"Of course, Rensak and I haven't gotten to know each other that well yet. The reason why I'm willing to go with him is because the prophecy witch made a second prophecy for me, saying that this would be my opportunity."
"She didn't say what the specific opportunity was. She just said that it would live up to my expectations, so I came."
"This is the only thing that can have anything to do with me."
As she spoke, she summoned the barrier ball that absorbed the mist again, with a strange look on her face like a Blue Star cat seeing catnip.
Dean felt inexplicably that he shouldn't speak at this time, so he fell silent. After a while, he listened to the witch's drunken words.
"It's only when you truly control a 'world' that you realize how terrifying it is."
“It is the highest aesthetic of creation, possessing the ultimate charm, and nothing can compare with it.”
"That is the end of all mysteries, the forbidden area where all mysteries gather."
"Able to completely rewrite everything."
"Including one's destiny."
As if thinking of something, her eyes gradually became blurred.
"Of course, there will be certain risks in this process, but if you don't take risks, you will only fall behind."
"Are you willing to be left far behind by your kind?"
(End of chapter)
