You asked for healing, but wrote Honkai Impact 3rd?

Su Nian wrote as if she wasn't thinking at all.

Let alone the readers—she barely gave them any time or room to think.

Originally, the fact that Elysia was the Thirteenth Herrscher wasn't that hard to guess.

But they had no time to react, no chance to carefully ponder every sentence Su Nian wrote.

Only now that Su Nian had stopped writing did she give them time to let those thoughts ferment.

Let people slowly savor the foreshadowing buried within...

Let the bullet fly a little longer!

Elysia's first appearance, and the scene Su Nian had just written—comparing the two tableaus stirred up a wealth of emotion.

Exactly the same as when they first met.

This, too, was a hint and a guide.

[Mobius said she was a traitor... and she could even predict she'd dissipate in ten days?]

[I can't imagine how painful it is for Kevin to see his comrade leave again...]

[So what exactly did Elysia do? I'm curious—if I don't see this content tonight, I won't be able to sleep!!]

[So the "noble and pure soul" was referring to Elysia? Is this a callback to the synopsis?]

[Even the coldest person has a warm rectum, but I feel like... Su Nian's rectum is cold too, not a trace of warmth!]

[What kind of bizarre metaphor is that?]

[Please, just write a little more—everyone here would do anything to see the next part!]

[Thinking about how most of these people are already dead...]

[Shut up! Su Nian, did you cut the stream just to stab us again?]

[...They're dead, but Su Nian brought their images back to life... a blade coated in sugar, but everyone still eats it up]

The barrage from the livestream viewers was all over the place—some had already gone so unhinged that they got banned by the platform the moment they posted.

But at this moment, the two judges were still focused on Su Nian's story, more rigorously than a thesis advisor reviewing a paper.

Why was Elysia another special Herrscher?

What was her Authority, and what was her sacrifice for?

Was it really just for so-called "hope"...

Or had humanity's attitude toward Herrschers already festered to the point where she had to die?

Still, they had to give credit where it was due—Su Nian's strength.

As soon as one mystery came out, Su Nian immediately bridged it into the next segment.

Calling her a genius wasn't enough anymore; talent was indeed innate.

But this part was pure experience—a level of skill that didn't match Su Nian's age.

No matter how talented, you couldn't just become a veteran overnight.

She must have put in a lot of effort in private.

The last genius they'd seen like this was Schicksal's strongest, "Durandal"—someone who reaped rewards as long as she put in the work, a genius forged by both talent and effort.

Could Su Nian's talent in this field rival Durandal's in combat?

"When a story switches maps or enters a new phase, there are always hiccups for various reasons, but... this transition was seamless."

"Su Nian's got your curiosity piqued again?"

"...Yes, more than that, it feels like his thought process is terrifyingly sharp."

The two were conversing while also watching the barrage.

Keeping the livestream audience hanging all night—what would tomorrow look like? Even they couldn't imagine.

People in the stream were already losing their minds.

Judge's room, Old Yang, phone.jpg.

They really had to question the mental state of this generation of netizens—were they even human?

Corpse literature, rat literature... there were too many, not just these few.

But Welt could only recognize these.

Still, Su Nian clearly needed to rest—she'd been as prolific as a sow today, and there was nothing they could do about it.

After all, they were both itching to see the next part of the story; if they could, they'd have joined the ranks of the update-demanding army by now.

At this moment, all they could do was wait!

Chapter 60, Preliminary Review, Standards Raised by Su Nian.

Youth was great—fall asleep as soon as you hit the pillow.

The moment Su Nian lay down on the sofa, she fell into unconsciousness—a forced shutdown of the body.

But while he slept, the popularity didn't cool down—instead, it kept climbing higher and higher.

The plot he'd written earlier was brewing. As more and more people watched, the buzz steadily surged.

This was originally supposed to be a small-scale competition within Shenzhou, but now, because Eden was serving as a judge, it was breaking out of its niche.

Countries around the world had joined in on the broadcast.

Shenzhou's short dramas had already gone viral across Europe, laying the foundation for the belief that anything produced in Shenzhou was top-tier.

Hundreds of millions had vetted them. While those stories might feel a bit cliché to Shenzhou audiences, for people overseas, they were premium content—they couldn't stop watching.

Now, Su Nian had refined his story to this level.

It was perfectly ready to watch!

A story that even Shenzhou viewers considered high-quality had no competition abroad.

As the standout seed player in the show, he had become a red-hot rising star.

Su Nian—his name was bound to be known by the masses.

At the same time, because of the cryptic nature of Su Nian's plot, some people had already started interpreting the script on their own, breaking down all the little details, lowering the barrier to entry.

Lowering the barrier to entry inevitably led to one thing: the plot points that had already been revealed no longer gave those who were spoiled a sense of anticipation.

But that didn't affect the anticipation built up for the final segment.

Many people were trying to guess what happened next by piecing together the existing story framework.

But no matter how hard they racked their brains, they only knew that Elysia died at a banquet.

Was it really Kevin who killed her? That was anyone's guess.

It was time to find out who the real prophet was.

Their guesses were all over the place. The stuff Su Nian was writing now only existed in his head.

There was no chance of an insider leaking what came next.

Their speculation only heightened the anticipation for the upcoming plot.

Who was the real prophet?

No one knew!

Before the Elysian Realm's Werewolf game even started, the readers had already begun.

Only... building anticipation was important, but... building it too high didn't seem like a good thing either?

The night was deep, but not quiet.

That night, many people couldn't sleep.

Some barely managed to drift off, only to sit up in the middle of the night: "Wait, Elysia is the 13th Herrscher—what does that have to do with the truth Raiden Mei is seeking?!"

Resentment was steadily piling up. Su Nian never imagined that cliffhangers could stir up so much hatred.

If dishing out heartbreak before had fed ten Evil Sword Immortals, Then now, even the Evil Sword Immortals would be stuffed to death!

But the thing was, he really was updating diligently.

Su Nian slept soundly, while others tossed and turned all night.

Not just the audience, but also his competitors.

They didn't have Su Nian's efficiency.

Nor did they have his brilliant story.

Naturally, they didn't get much attention from the audience. But on the competition stage, Su Nian wasn't the only seed player.

Catching up at night was part of the plan.

Putting in more effort within a limited time was only natural.

The competition was fierce. They were also the prodigies of Shenzhou, young talents.

They just lacked some experience.

But that didn't mean they were weak.

Even if it was just trivial romance or mundane life, as long as it was written well, it could shine.

Bad theme? Good writing could break through!

The next morning, Su Nian slowly woke up, his sleep as sound as a baby's, leaving him in excellent spirits.

After a quick wash, Su Nian pondered the show's schedule.

He wondered how things were going now. He opened the livestream room again, and a new day began.

The audience, who had been waiting in the livestream room for ages, seemed to catch a glimmer of hope.

In an instant, they flooded into Su Nian's livestream.

[Woc, the Gate of Opening is open! He woke up!]

[Even the pigs on a production team don't sleep as hard as you! Update faster!]

[I didn't sleep all night—I waited the whole night through, and I feel... like I'm about to drop dead...]

[Bro, if you really can't take it, just force-shutdown yourself and watch the replay.]

[No way, if I don't see what happens next, I'll die with my eyes open...]

The livestream room was buzzing. Even though work was on the agenda today, slacking off was one of humanity's means of fighting for their own value.

So Su Nian's livestream room was far from lacking in viewers—though not quite at yesterday's peak numbers.

By now, the production team had already begun their work in an orderly fashion.

Inside the judges' room.

Otto, Welt, and Eden—three judges—sat together in the judges' room for the livestream, while Elysia and Kevin's main task this time was to liven up the atmosphere.

The exact same personnel setup as yesterday.

The set design of the judges' room was relatively casual, a traditional variety show backdrop.

Now, the judges would taste-test the contestants' scripts together.

Even if there were some flaws, it wasn't worth calling them a pile of crap.

They just weren't good to look at.

Otto's brow was furrowed so tightly it could almost crush a fly.

Having savored so many masterpieces, occasionally switching things up to look at something else wasn't a big deal.

But that was only for the occasional.

If too many works were similar to this, it could hardly be called an easy job.