You asked for healing, and you wrote Honkai Impact 3rd?

Elysia's image could already be pieced together from The Past's Paradise, along with the stories of the past they passed down by word of mouth.

Using a little brainpower to assemble it was also a kind of fun.

From Kevin's perspective, Su Nian had already laid out the general framework of the story.

The remaining pieces would be for them to put together themselves.

Just like the players who used to grind games in The Past's Paradise.

Though the plot was a bit fragmented, he believed they could figure it out—after all, there were plenty of veterans among them.

Su Nian picked up the notebook he'd been writing in before the show started.

As long as he didn't want to broadcast this part, the audience wouldn't see it.

Only what was on the computer was forcibly displayed; the judges could see the contents of Su Nian's notes earlier because the cameraman had manually adjusted the shot.

When Su Nian stopped writing, he also noticed the camera behind him moving.

But as long as he deliberately blocked it, they couldn't see what he was writing through the camera.

Let's leave a little mystery for the story to come.

He wondered if they could handle these stories—Su Nian himself felt like he was barely holding up.

He leaned directly back into the soft sofa, the pen in his hand doodling again.

[Great writing, don't write anymore!]

[My stomach's hurting a bit. What kind of mind-bending drug did you put in those words? Why am I already feeling sad...]

[Dude, what bad stuff are you writing now? Let me take a peek]

[This is the bond between sisters and family... she really... I'm crying]

[I was looking forward to Sakura's death, but didn't get to see it... her homeland's just ruins now. Can't you give her a happy ending for once? Su Nian, you have no heart!!!]

The viewers in the livestream hadn't been broken by the knife yet.

But this kind of pessimistic plot was still hard to take.

For anyone else, this would be a story that drives people away, but only Su Nian dared to shape a character so boldly.

And then kill her off in a flash.

Far East, inside a shrine.

A pink-haired girl pushed open the sliding door and sprinted across the wooden floor until she saw that pink figure.

Dressed in a shrine maiden's outfit, the girl's long pink hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

"Big sister!" She threw herself into Sakura's arms, acting spoiled to her heart's content.

Her sister was still here. The story she'd just seen on TV wasn't real either...

Chapter 37, Tragic Ending? Hope Nothing Happens to Her

Backstage, in the meeting room.

"...So this is the reason you called me all the way here?" Mobius looked at Su Nian on the livestream screen, where he was writing some words about Mobius.

But Mobius didn't see the scenes that Kevin and Elysia had seen.

And Eden couldn't see them either.

So, was it because there wasn't enough related content to form images for them to imagine, preventing them from stepping into the characters' perspectives?

"That's it? As expected of Dr. Mobius—you must already know something, right?"

"Don't call my name in that syrupy tone, Elysia. Of course I've figured something out, but you interrupted my research over such trivial matters... and why only call me here?"

Mobius's tone carried a hint of displeasure, but she still came.

"Oh my, my apologies, but I think the most capable, most familiar, and most trusted Dr. Mobius is the most reliable, right?"

"Heh... I can't do anything with you~"

Mobius was clearly appeased, accepting Elysia's request with a rather tsundere air.

She was also interested in Su Nian—words with magical power?

Even though they didn't know Su Nian at all, he could write these stories in such detail based on each person's habits and personality.

How strange. Mobius now saw an interesting little lab rat.

But she still had to restrain her emotions.

"Slurp..." At an inopportune moment, the sound of someone slurping noodles echoed again in the meeting room.

Kevin had seen the words Su Nian wrote, and it felt like watching a brand-new 3D blockbuster.

He'd just been slurping noodles and got caught off guard.

But luckily, the impact on Kevin this time wasn't too strong—Sakura couldn't die; she'd just applied for leave to go home and visit her little sister.

Quick, take another slurp of noodles to calm down.

Kevin then noticed that everyone had stopped talking and was staring at him with strange looks. He gestured with the bowl in his hand. "Do you want some too? I bought the same for you all."

Everyone fell silent.

Then, together, they slurped noodles in the conference room.

They only reached one conclusion that time: they still needed to observe Su Nian a bit longer.

But now, Su Nian had completely blocked off what she was writing.

They couldn't see a single thing, only able to digest what she had written earlier.

If this story hadn't been a bit too cruel for Sakura, they would have called her over to take a look too.

In the end, they followed Elysia's suggestion and summoned the relatively dangerous Dr. Mobius.

Actually, there had been better options originally.

Mobius's eyes flickered with a dangerous green light, her interest piqued. She could hardly wait to get in touch with Su Nian.

There was no such thing as unscientific, supernatural phenomena in the world.

If Su Nian had looked up at that moment, she might have seen a big red character floating above her head.

Danger!

In the livestream room, Su Nian suddenly shivered. Could it be that someone had seen what she wrote and was already planning to send her hate mail?

She had only laid out the characters' experiences plainly so far, without any concrete character shaping...

They didn't even have a single image yet.

There was no way someone had already attracted a bunch of fans based on the characters' charm alone, right?

The only possibility was Kevin, but Su Nian hadn't started cutting him down yet.

Ah, she was probably overthinking it.

Su Nian had just written Elysia's ending.

But she had chosen a method of taking things out of context.

She glossed over Elysia's story in one stroke, planning to just write: [The Moth of the Fire publicly claimed that Kevin single-handedly killed the Thirteenth Herrscher.]

That one sentence would be enough to brush past it.

It left plenty of suspense, and they might even think this part wasn't important.

After all, under the baptism of the Herrscher of Erosion, there was nothing left for the Previous Civilization to destroy.

Naturally, they would assume Su Nian wrote this Herrscher just to fill a slot, or to bring humanity one last shred of hope, a prelude before the final battle...

These vague narrative techniques were all standard methods the original work used to set up mysteries—she couldn't be blamed for that.

Now, she had to truly return to the title and start conceptualizing The Past's Paradise.

Su Nian continued writing on the paper, elegant characters landing on the page. She first had to outline the various functional frameworks of The Past's Paradise...

For now, her livestream was a bit dull.

She hadn't shown the audience any new content. Watching her pen never stop, she must have written a lot...

But they couldn't see it.

They couldn't see it!

It was like placing a plate of delicious, aromatic food in front of a starving person—they could only smell it, but weren't allowed to taste it.

Infuriating!

Some viewers even suspected that Su Nian had bound some kind of emotion value system.

How else could she be so good at keeping them in suspense?

Welt, like the viewers in the livestream, stared at Su Nian for a long time, but never saw a single word slip through her fingers.

Why wasn't Su Nian showing them this content?

Was she brewing another big move?

When Su Nian had smiled before, Welt had sensed some malicious emotions in her. Now, though she wasn't smiling and had turned serious instead...

But now, Welt felt he could vaguely see Otto's expression on Su Nian's face when he was up to no good.

That Otto guy didn't seem like the type to do anything good...

If there were two Ottos...

That... that was just too terrifying.

Welt didn't even dare to think about it.

At the same time, the ominous feeling in his heart grew heavier.

Hopefully... Su Nian wasn't writing some terribly extreme, tragic ending.

Tragic endings were a normal form of writing.

But Su Nian's control over human emotions was terrifying, like a professional psychologist.

Even just a few words, a few sentences, could stir their emotions, making them rise and fall with the rhythm of the work.

Controlling emotion was a fairly important skill in web novels, and Su Nian had now honed it to perfection.

That was a bit monstrous.

Welt remembered that Su Nian's major wasn't psychology either...

But Welt also noticed a strange phenomenon—some rapidly scrolling bullet comments were voicing odd remarks.

There were examples of people who, after reading Su Nian's novel, felt like they had become strange themselves.

They all seemed to unconsciously project themselves into the story, yet without any real sense of it.

However, with so many bullet comments, their sparse remarks were quickly buried in the tide of chatter.

This phenomenon didn't lead Welt to think these people were strange.

Instead, he felt it confirmed his view—Su Nian's mastery over emotion was that strong.

When Su Nian finally perfected the work and wrote out the tragic ending in detail...

He wondered if the hospital would have enough beds...

Chapter 38, The Meaning of The Past's Paradise

Welt silently lit a stick of incense in his heart for all the viewers watching Su Nian's creation.

Ah, and for Su Nian's opponents too.

Judging by the current momentum, this year's championship was out of their reach.

This was only the preliminary round, and Su Nian was already unstoppable.

But for now, it seemed Su Nian was better at writing tragic stories—a genre with a relatively smaller audience.