The dome of the building stood under the sunlight, its exterior paint slightly peeling off, and the stone steps arranged downward in sequence, casting reflections of the students' shadows.

The golden-red fiery clouds connected with the deep horizon, and the shadows of several old banyan trees cast obliquely on the wall of the canteen, telling tales of distant times.

Su Ming'an looked up at the canteen, a trace of nostalgia showing in his eyes. He didn't realize that his stance became subconsciously restrained, just like when he was at school.

"... Very good!" Hui Bei's smiling voice interrupted Su Ming'an's gaze: "You've quickly embraced this [student] persona. You're truly an outstanding protagonist, entering the role in a second."

Su Ming'an remained silent. He embraced it quickly because he was originally...

No.

Perhaps he once was.

At this time, he was dressed in a white shirt and wore a tie, like an ordinary student of this school.

The [persona] he set for himself was — [a student on the surface, but secretly the Lighthouse Sect Leader ruling Luowasha, enjoying supreme offerings].

Of course, Luowasha didn't have any Lighthouse Sect. But the [persona] can be fictional; as long as you believe in its existence, continuously write and perfect it until everyone believes the Lighthouse Sect exists, it will become increasingly real. Reportedly, creators of B-level and above can turn their fictional settings into reality.

"Let's go, we have over five hours left; we must help you become a D-level creator before the [game day] begins, establishing certain combat power so you won't be devoured during the survival battle," Hui Bei said with a smile.

Su Ming'an could actually reach over five thousand combat power, smashing third-level gods. But looking at Pudding and Hui Bei's eyes, he decided to continue acting like an innocent and harmless jellyfish. After all, who knows what's behind Hui Bei.

Pudding seemed very aware of Su Ming'an's past; the entire Samantri University structure was quite like the university Su Ming'an once attended, even though he only stayed there for less than a month before the world game began.

"You eat breakfast in the canteen at seven thirty in the morning, lunch at the east gate canteen at noon. Now it's night; you prefer eating at the west gate canteen... right." Pudding paused his steps, in front was the school's west gate.

Su Ming'an blankly gazed at the familiar yet unfamiliar canteen before him, eyes showing unknown emotions, perhaps even feeling foreign to himself.

"What do you want to eat?" Pudding took out a campus card as a window filled with various dishes awaited them.

Tomato scrambled eggs, stir-fried pork with green peppers, garlic shoots stir-fried pork strips, sweet and sour pork ribs... familiar dishes appeared before Su Ming'an's eyes, making him feel indescribably complex.

This feeling made him feel... unfamiliar.

"I'm okay with anything, I'm not picky." Su Ming'an said. To play the role of a [student], he had to behave like a real student in everything, including eating.

"Not picky, huh, you're a good jellyfish." Hui Bei chuckled and gestured to the cafeteria aunt: "This one, this one, and this one."

Hui Bei, among more than thirty dishes, picked three of the cheapest ones, all vegetarian without oil, with only some very mushy chopped vegetable leaves.

Pudding stared at him with disdainful eyes, as though scorning him for being so stingy, actually letting Su Ming'an eat such cheap vegetarian dishes.

"These three." Hui Bei waved his hand: "Don't want them."

The cafeteria aunt's hand froze.

"For the other thirty-plus dishes, one serving of each." Hui Bei took out the campus card: "Swipe freely."

Despite his actions being quite astonishing, even drawing the attention of everyone, Pudding promptly stopped him: "What are you doing? We're playing [students]... how can a student eat so much at one meal?"

Hui Bei hesitated, then regretfully withdrew the campus card, carefully selecting three dishes that looked the tastiest.

Su Ming'an kept a subtle gaze on Hui Bei, watching whether this person held any ulterior motives.

"The side dishes are even better next to us... would you like this dish?" Hui Bei eyed the cilantro spicy pig ear in the cold dish section beside, thinly sliced pig ear with vibrant pepper grains and bright red oil.

"... No cilantro." Su Ming'an whispered.

"Then how about this one?" Hui Bei pointed to another dish, it was ginseng in spicy beef, ginseng dotting the bright red beef slices, making fingers itch in desire.

"... No ginseng." Su Ming'an whispered.

Hui Bei was helpless, the side dish section dishes either having cilantro or ginseng, all were entirely rejected.

Finally, he scooped two ladles of mushroom soup for Su Ming'an and Pudding.

Sitting by the iron-gray cafeteria table, Hui Bei expectedly asked: "Liujin, have you obtained new memory clips?"

To raise Su Ming'an to a D-level creator, one requirement was writing 2000 words of the story, currently lacking 700 words, needing at least two new memory clips. Another was to initiate the "first battle".

Su Ming'an glanced at the creation panel and shook his head: "No new memory clips have appeared."

Despite his persona being a [student], coming to the canteen for a meal didn't seem worth documenting, and couldn't be incorporated into the story as an event to be written into the book.

"Strange..." Hui Bei tapped the table with his fingers: "A creator's story usually experiences a new trend every few months, sometimes it's trending [rebirth stories], sometimes [overheard inner voices] stories, sometimes[simulator stories], depending on the World Tree's preference during certain periods. But I've read recent academic journals, scholars researching the World Tree generally believe the recent World Tree favors [daily life stories], especially [student daily life stories], why hasn't our daily plot been recognized as memory clips by the World Tree? Isn't it worth writing into the book..."

Su Ming'an pondered: "Perhaps, the recent sequence of events, when written, seem rather mundane. It's unlikely many would enjoy three people getting food in the canteen as a story. No highlights, humor, nor satisfaction points."

Hui Bei troubledly massaged his temples: "Is that so..."

Su Ming'an said: "According to writing advice from a friend, often at such times, to better attract readers, there should be a villain cannon fodder rushing in, mocking from the side, saying something like 'Surely just a cheap hen from the civilian cave, can only eat such meager dishes...'"

"—Surely just a cheap hen from the civilian cave, can only eat such meager dishes!"

At this moment, a sharp and sarcastic voice came from behind.

Su Ming'an continued speaking: "And that person often has a sharp appearance, twisted features. Because good-looking people, even as villains, don't make readers find it enjoyable to torment them..."

Footsteps approached, a youth with an abrasive appearance, twisted features, a rich young master's bearing came over, while watching Su Ming'an's dishes, he smirked snidely and puffed up:

"I wondered who was beside Miss Pudding, turns out it's just a civilian, lacking any aura of high-class race, yet dares attempt to ascend the plane tree as a phoenix. A cheap hen is merely a cheap hen! Even if favored by Miss Pudding, it's just a stray dog barking from its perch!"

Su Ming'an watched expressionlessly.

Classic, truly classic. The novels that Yuanyuan recommended have developments just like this. It seems that there's a reason for what she read; reality turns out to be just like this.

According to Yuanyuan's novel experience, next up, Pudding should angrily glare at the rich kid and say something inflammatory like "Su Ming'an is not a stray dog," making the rich kid even angrier, then venting his anger on Su Ming'an by proposing, "You smelly kid from the slums, I want to duel you, a life-and-death match in the arena, dare you?" Then Su Ming'an nonchalantly agrees, and once in the arena, he takes down the rich kid with one hand, giving a harsh slap to his face.

If the conflict point extends a bit longer, it would be like the rich kid feeling dissatisfied after being defeated, taking a power-boosting forbidden drug, but still getting defeated by Su Ming'an again, and Su Ming'an even breaking through a threshold to level up in the process...

However, the situation did not irreversibly develop in a classic fashion.

Pudding and Hui Bei sat on their chairs, looking at the rich kid with surprise and delight, almost as if they saw a benefactor.

The rich kid's facial muscles twitched... Why is this the reaction? Something's not right...

"... Jellyfish. Go on, go on." Pudding whispered, reminding Su Ming'an with almost twitchy eyes—get on with it! This typical cannon fodder face-slapping plot is a ready-made conflict point, sure to become a memory clip! Can't you see this is material to fill word count?

When the Creator can't continue the plot, they throw in some cannon fodder to annoy the readers. When the readers get frustrated, they desperately want to kill off this cannon fodder, and so the story waters down. Low-quality pleasure literature thrives for this reason. If there aren't stark and intense conflict points, the public won't read it.

"..." Su Ming'an encountered this kind of situation for the first time and stood up awkwardly, opening his mouth. He knew the ensuing development would be written into his story, so he wanted to craft a better rhetoric that could raise the story's rating a bit.

In such a case, how should the protagonist respond to a cannon fodder villain, to make the World Tree happy?

A harsh slap? Reverse mockery? Calm indifference?

He hesitated for a few seconds, realizing he couldn't just stand there anymore, so he followed his instincts, awkwardly saying what came to mind:

"... You've offended the Lighthouse Sect Leader, what crime should you be guilty of?"

The moment the words were spoken, everyone froze. Truly, no one expected such a turn of events.

The rich kid stammered "you, you, you" for a long time before finding his voice.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" The rich kid's voice also became awkward, as if his mind hadn't caught up, he stiffly looked at Pudding: "Miss Pudding, do you see, this guy just spouts nonsense, not worth dining with..."

But Su Ming'an became more adept, though these words were embarrassing, he saw it as refining his own profile, and opened his mouth with resolve:

"——I am the Old God Asasto, the Old Leader, Torch of Wasteland, one hundred and two years ago the Lord of Dawn, and a Cloud City God of Pulaya after ten millennia."

"——My pupils are the Eye of the Old Days, my bones the Sword of Destiny, my authority the Immortal's Talisman, awaiting the mutual slashing of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine timelines."

"——Under my command are three great angels. Judgment Angel Noel, in charge of the scales of justice. Order Angel Yuanyuan, in charge of the measure of all things. Slaughter Angel Lv Shu, in charge of the blade that eradicates evil."

"——In addition, there's the most ancient angel Su Rin..."

Since these were completely unprepared words, Su Ming'an himself felt embarrassed, but as it was for a perfect pass, he could only bear with it and speak...

Realizing that improvising could lead to logical issues, he directly had a brainwave and used the existing settings of the Tenth World. This world lacked Chao Yan, Li Mingyue, and Xiao Ying, so he naturally processed it artistically, appointing his three acquaintances as angels, ensuring no logical gaps in the follow-up story. Every person existed, and everyone could join in role-playing to perfect this setting, extremely flawless.

Luowasha really is so interesting.

Joyful, blissful, healing.

Su Ming'an went on extensively, frantically narrating the settings of the Tenth World. When people listened closely, they found that these settings were interconnected, indeed more interesting than ordinary stories.

"Sounds almost real, this setup works." They whispered to each other.

"Though I didn't understand, it seems quite impressive."

"I have a sense it's genuine..."

"Could it be some high-class race coming down to experience life? I've heard deities sometimes incarnate as ordinary people to walk the earth, just to weave stories..."

They looked at Su Ming'an with a mix of awe and shock.

Watching Su Ming'an speak endlessly, the rich kid, somehow, felt a thought rising within—"he speaks so logically."

Under the influence of the Gold Level passive missionary halo and SS-level charm, unless Su Ming'an refrains from speaking, like Lin Guang would straight open fire directly, once Su Ming'an spoke the first word... it was hard for people to resist.

Ten minutes later, the trio leisurely walked out of the cafeteria, with a new memory clip in Su Ming'an's hand.

The cafeteria behind them was already in silence. Everyone was dazedly seeing off the "Lighthouse Sect Leader, the Lord of Dawn, the Old Age Asasto, the first Cloud City God of Pulaya..."

"Such a satisfying plot." Su Ming'an stared at the memory clip in his hand: "No wonder Yuanyuan enjoys such plots."

Next, under Pudding's introduction, Su Ming'an participated in a club board game event, but until ten o'clock at night, even the game of Three Kingdoms Kill was open, no new memory clip appeared.

...

Forest of Moonlight.

A beautifully featured elf slowly opened their emerald green eyes. This long-dormant forest finally awakened the royalty among the elves.

The beings of the forest rejoiced, cheering and bowing in welcome.

However, the first words of the awakened Elf King were:

"Olivius... you won't escape."

"I won't let you succeed, I will find you."

The moonlight faintly glimmered, and the Elf King's figure vanished from sight.

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