I just became an S-class weirdo, so the school beauty wants to take me in?

Suddenly.

The little tentacle monster seemed to have encountered something extremely depressed, he let out a long sigh, and then the tentacles holding the pen fell weakly.

"Alas, the work I racked my brains to write this time was obviously okay, but it was still cut, I really, really ...... It's so sad......"

The sigh has not yet fallen.

In

the dark, it was as if there was an indescribable, indescribable strange force that could not be seen directly, and then a tentacle that was holding the pen was suddenly cut down.

The little tentacle monster looked at the tentacles that had been cut off, and looked at the pen that was still clenched on the tentacles, and couldn't help but show a sad look on his face.

He muttered to himself like a dream.

"I'm sorry, I can't protect my work, I still let down the readers who love my work

...... "But ......

" "Really, really, I don't want to do this anymore......"

Lin Huai saw this.

There was some silence.

When he understood everything, realized that he was just some kind of existence, or rather, a fictional story or a character written by some higher-dimensional "god", he felt a sense of depression in his heart.

But now it seems that the "god" who created him is also in his own predicament, and he is saddened by this, and his mood is suddenly a little complicated.

Suddenly.

A brilliant voice rang out from the void.

It was as if it was some kind of being from a higher dimension.

He said to the little tentacle monster: "Your work was cut down, it was a decision made after a trial, and it cannot be changed. However, given that you have accumulated a group of readers, it is a pity to give up, we can give you a chance, a chance to restart the book, harvest those remaining readers, and squeeze the remaining value out.

"I ......

" The little tentacle monster was a little confused, "Do you really want to do this?" "

Survival of the fittest, the law of survival has always been so cruel, and knowing the existence of harvesting leeks can protect yourself in this law, you have to remember." "

Of course, this is still just an attempt, and if your next work still doesn't meet the standards, you will still face judgment and banishment." "

But this is my work!

" the little tentacle monster suddenly cried, "I don't want to ...... I don't want to give up ...... so easily"

"No, it's not your work. A

higher dimensional voice said, "It's ours because we've given you a chance." "

I'm ......,"

the little tentacle monster suddenly said dumbfounded.

He shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Choose.

The voice of the higher dimension condescended, "Only through judgment can you have a wider universe and more readers, and in this way, you can become a true god." You can choose to leave us and wander the universe alone, but you must know that wanderers are unstable and may fall among the stars before they become gods. The

little tentacle monster was silent.

He rolled up one tentacle at a time.

Rolled a picture frame in front of him.

Lin Huai looked up and saw that in the photo frame, there was a family photo, and every figure in it showed a happy smile.

"He has someone he wants to protect......,"

Lin Huai muttered.

If you have someone you want to protect, you naturally have to choose stability and wander alone, although you have freedom, it also means that the risk is uncertain.

Lin Huai probably knew the result.

But the next moment.

The little tentacle monster made an unexpected choice.

"I choose...... Wandering!"

he said.

He said it to the point.

"I choose not to let my work die innocently because of that narrow and ridiculous judgment!" "

I choose, shine among the stars, and use the most powerful tone to break the faces of those doubters

!" "I choose, with the most authentic brushstrokes, with the stories soaked in my heart's work, to give my readers instead of harvesting them

!" "I want to choose many, many ......

" "But I will not choose, give in to you!" The

low tone said the blood of the shout.

A light shone in the darkness.

Turned into a pen.

It was held tightly on top of the little tentacle monster, the tentacle that had regrown.

The voice of the higher dimension seemed to want to sneer, but suddenly, a force crushed the other party, and Lin Huai walked out, at this moment, his whole body was shining with a strange light, giving him an incomparably strong power, enough to despise the gods.

"

You ......" The little tentacle monster couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Lin Huai, but soon he suddenly realized something, "You are the ...... in my book

" "Yes, I am a story of yours, a fantasy, a good story that wants to prove yourself."

Lin Huai felt the light on his body.

He understood.

He's here because he'...... It was the crystallization of thoughts condensed by thousands of readers, and it was these countless readers who gave him the power to despise the judgment gods of the higher dimensions.

"Are you sure you want to choose to wander?" Lin

Huai asked the little tentacle monster, "You must know that if you don't harvest those remnants of the readers, wander and leave no base or anything, you are equivalent to starting from scratch again, and your readers will not find you." "

Well, I'm sure. The

little tentacle monster nodded, "Even if I stay in the base and don't improve myself, my readers will only be completely disappointed in me again and again." I don't want to circle them together, I just hope that one day, when they find that familiar brush stroke that belongs to me in a certain book, they can instantly recognize me, and sigh that he has finally fulfilled his long-cherished wish.

"What could be more satisfying?" the

little tentacle monster laughed.

Then roll up the tentacles.

Hold Lin Huai's hand.

Moment.

Lin Huai turned into countless lights, converging around the little tentacle monster, like a group of bright stars.

"Let's go wandering together. "