Qiu Wuji never imagined this guy would utter such a sentence.
She felt that the Creator God today was different from last night. Last night, although he said "panic is useless," she could still understand the pounding fear in his heart.
After all, this guy was really just an ordinary person. For an ordinary person to maintain composure with a sword to their throat was already a sign of good mental fortitude.
But today, that seemed completely gone. Not only that, but there was a hint of joy, like seeing a relative, mixed with a touch of melancholy.
What was going on?
"You said you didn't need a sword to kill me, so put the sword away first," Chu Ge said calmly. "I don't remember writing that you liked to put a sword to someone's throat. Usually, you just cut them down directly. Holding it like this means you don't want to kill them."
"..." Qiu Wuji realized with a bit of frustration that the person who understood her best in this world might not be herself, but this Creator God. This time, she didn't lower her sword, coldly saying, "Do you expect me to do whatever you write?"
"Perhaps that was true before," Chu Ge finally turned his head, smiling slightly at her. "But since you're unwilling, we'll discuss it from now on."
Qiu Wuji frowned.
"The moment you appeared, I vaguely sensed a plot unfolding within me," Chu Ge said. "Beyond the scenes I wrote, unseen by outsiders, Qiu Wuji was attempting his first tribulation—is that the reason for your appearance this time?"
Qiu Wuji took a deep breath.
He could truly sense what he was doing, not just writing.
That was truly divine power. But he was clearly just an ordinary person… How exactly were these threads connected?
"Isn't what you're doing dangerous?" Chu Ge whispered. "Actually, what you've come here with is just your divine sense. Your body and soul are separated by the dimensional barriers, which might cause your wandering soul to dissipate into spacetime. Even during the process of coming here, you might be caught in the spacetime turbulence and be torn to dust."
Qiu Wuji sneered: "It's your world, you decide."
Chu Ge shook his head: "I didn't create this setting because there's no related plot... This is probably due to the inherent rules between dimensional barriers, the so-called dimensional wall. But I think I can patch it up to make it easier for you to come here, without having to take such a risk."
This time, Qiu Wuji was truly surprised: "You really want to help me get out?"
"To be honest, I..." "I admire you." Chu Ge said slowly, "I can't even control the success or failure of a book, and I'm powerless to stop a friend's sad departure. I can't imagine what it would be like if I were you. Discovering that everything about me is just a story in a book, that the world is unpredictable, that fate is manipulated, and that even my past thoughts and actions were written by others—would I still consider myself to have done it? Were my past memories illusions or reality? This kind of disorientation, this complete upheaval of my worldview, would drive me insane. You want to control your own destiny, that's only natural… Don't be so dramatic, I'll help you." Qiu Wuji squinted at him, finding his sudden display of intellectualism absurd. Just yesterday he was a lecherous guy who wrote things like "the one I should be looking for is the creator god," a harem novelist with a head full of fantasies about roaming through flower gardens. How could he not be wary of these words?
But she had to admit, they truly resonated with her; the connection was undeniable.
Yes, all her past memories were written by him.
Did it all count as what he had done, experienced, and thought about?
Was it all fake? Like some kind of puppetry where memories are implanted?
Was he even real? And now?
The turmoil in Qiu Wuji's heart was all here.
Chu Ge stretched out two fingers, pinching the sword's blade, and slowly moved it away: "That day you tried writing about ascension, but it didn't work… I thought about it later, it might not be because of a logical problem, it could also be because it wasn't published, it wasn't finalized, so it didn't count. Let's do another test, this time I'll write it, write it on a new draft and not publish it yet, let's see if it works?"
The sword was actually moved away…
Chu Ge naturally sat down at the computer and turned it on, saying, "Save your energy, solidifying your thoughts into a solid sword will obviously shorten your time outside, actually it's best to wear… um…"
Qiu Wuji's eyes, which had been slightly distracted, instantly turned fierce.
Chu Ge hurriedly tried to salvage the situation: "I meant that the outer robes are too heavy. It would be better to travel in lighter clothing..."
With a "bang," Chu Ge's head was slammed onto the keyboard.
Qiu Wuji's voice was like a ghostly whisper: "If I don't kill you, can't I at least beat you up?!"
Chu Ge looked up tragically: "The keyboard's going to break..."
"What kind of magic weapon is this? It's so flimsy!"
Chu Ge blankly opened the document, tested it, and the keyboard still worked. He secretly thought, "This keyboard is awesome! I'll buy this brand again in the future..." Wait, why buy something so hard? Doesn't it hurt enough already?
Damn it, you're my "creation" after all. Without me, where would you be? Can't you show some respect?
Complaining aside, Chu Ge knew he couldn't argue with her about the dangers of violence right now. Qiu Wuji's reaction was actually quite calm... The rift between them would have to be built up slowly.
He opened the outline file and added a line to the "Ability Settings" section under "Qiu Wuji" in the "Character Setting" column: "Having attempted to break through boundaries and ascend multiple times without success, I have found a method for spiritual travel beyond the dimensional realm, allowing my body and soul to remain connected across dimensions and traverse spatial rifts without getting lost."
He clicked save.
He said, "I estimate I can't change the rules of the dimensional wall, nor can I change them arbitrarily; if someone else escapes, it will cause chaos. So I can only patch it up for you. This ability is deduced from your own actions; theoretically, it's self-consistent. Now we'll see if it works if it's not officially released and only exists as a setting."
Qiu Wuji silently sensed it, her expression growing increasingly complex.
Effective.
She did indeed feel her ability evolving; her extremely strained spiritual travel was now becoming more effortless, and she roughly estimated that she could stay here for several more days.
Even confirmation of release wasn't needed…
This man can really stuff things into her body so recklessly… uh, that doesn't seem like the wording is quite accurate.
Qiu Wuji's mind was in turmoil; she no longer cared about the wording.
This man is so weak, yet he wields such significant influence over me. Should I imprison him and force him to constantly strengthen himself?
But… Chu Ge suddenly turned his head, smiling slightly: "But what about your lifelong pride? You clearly forged your cultivation through life-and-death struggles, relying on your own intelligence and bloody battles. How can you expect someone to bestow it upon you?"
Qiu Wuji's eyes flashed with murderous intent again: "You know me like the back of your hand. Don't you know you'll get beaten again for saying this?"
"But why would you hit me?" Chu Ge stood up, calmly saying, "Am I not helping you?"
He pointed to the screen, a strange light gradually appearing in his eyes: "The woman I poured all my beautiful fantasies into writing has gained her own soul, no longer just cold words… For someone who weaves a world, what an affirmation and surprise this is! According to the customs of your world, if I am seeking the Dao, then Qiu Wuji, the day you break free from the existence of the book, that will be my Dao."
Qiu Wuji quietly looked into Chu Ge's eyes, a hint of fanaticism clearly visible deep within them, like the unwavering pursuit of their own Dao by their old friends and rivals in her world.
This is a person with the "Dao."
Perhaps… this is why our worlds are connected?
"Actually, in both of our meetings, you never asked my name. You were eager to escape your predicament, and this man was just an obstacle in solving the problem. It didn't matter what his name was, only how you treated him… But I think it's very important for you to get to know him." Chu Ge finally extended his hand to her: "My name is Chu Ge."