Journey to another world starting from slime

"The wives should still be waiting for me outside..." Zhang Ye said to himself, "I have to climb faster tomorrow."

He could feel that inside the pyramid, something was calling him.

So he had to climb up.

Not just for him, but for them too...

After thinking about it, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, he became the perspective of God.

He saw that there was a person sitting at the computer desk, typing away.

It's like... you're writing a novel?

He took a closer look and found that the name of the protagonist of the novel was Zhang Ye.

But that part of the content made him feel very familiar.

Contents of Chapter 1——

[The god-given system has been bound. 】

【Zhang Ye was taken aback for a moment. 】

【"What system?"】

[God-given system. 】

【"What did God give?"】

[God-given system. 】

【"What plum?"】

Seeing this, Zhang Ye couldn't help laughing out loud.

This is the first time he and Ella met.

But then he had some doubts.

Why is the novel written by this person so similar to his experience?

Before he could figure it out, the author who was writing the novel suddenly turned his head and met his gaze.

"What do you think of the writing?" the author asked.

Zhang Ye was taken aback, "You...can you see me?"

"Yes." The author smiled.

So Zhang Ye thought about it for a while, and said, "The early stage was too dull, and...it doesn't feel like me."

"Well... indeed." The author nodded with a smile: "The readers also said the same, because I was influenced by reading other novels at that time, and I haven't stepped out of my own style, but... it will get better later. "

Zhang Ye asked with some doubts, "Reader?"

"Yeah, the people who read my novel can also be said...the people who have been watching you."

Zhang Ye was startled, and couldn't help but said, "You mean, my world is just a novel in your hands?"

"Everything about me is just words written by you?"

"It's just... black and white?"

Hearing this, the author shook his head: "No."

With that said, the author stood up, stretched himself, and poured a glass of water.

"Do you want to drink water?"

"No...no..." Zhang Ye was still in shock at this moment, and he didn't have the mood to drink water.

So the author took a sip of water on his own, and then continued: "This is like a low-dimensional creature and a high-dimensional creature."

"High-dimensional creatures, wanting to create a low-dimensional world, may be just a thought."

"It's like I'm writing a novel."

"In the eyes of people in this world, it's just a novel, just black and white, but for you, it's real, it's reality."

"What do you think?" Zhang Ye asked suddenly.

The author was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"In my eyes...that is of course true."

"Using your worldview, I am the God of Creation."

"But don't think that I can control everything. In fact, I am just a mortal."

"Your experience is very rich and interesting, do you know why?"

Zhang Ye shook his head, expressing that he didn't know.

The author was not surprised, he said slowly: "Because, I don't think I am writing a novel, but conveying some thoughts, some truth."

"I write novels, never outlines."

"This will make my novels full of uncontrollable factors and unknowns. Someone once told me that if you don't write an outline, it will easily collapse. How do you make money?"

"But I don't care."

"Because I never write novels to make money."

"It's for self-salvation."

"No one can save me, I will save myself."

"Writing novels can immerse me in my own world, make me forget my pain and troubles, make me more optimistic, and let me find the meaning of living."

"I don't write an outline. First, it's because I'm lazy, and I don't like constraints, so writing an outline will always make my novel deviate from the outline. Instead of that, it's better not to write."

"Secondly, I hope that my novels can be as full of unknowns, surprises, and colorfulness as reality."

"You know, I always feel that I am not writing a novel, I am creating a real world."

"Every person in this world, even every life, has its own meaning."

"And all those emotions are real, all real feelings."

"Because I think this is the only way to create a real world."

"That's why I can talk to you here."

"Because you are real to me."

"But in this case..." Zhang Ye pursed his lips and said, "Isn't it equivalent to talking to yourself?"

"Yes." The author nodded with a smile, but did not deny it.

"Because I am you."

The author put down the water glass and sat back at the computer desk.

"You know, I envy you very much, I really want to be you, but your world and mine are different after all, so I can only imagine."

"However, that's enough."

"Seeing you live happily, I can also feel happy from the bottom of my heart."

"Writing novels is my hobby. While pursuing my favorite things, I can also make money, share for the family, and pay off the family's debts. For this, I am very proud."

"Compared to my peers, I think I am very sensible, and I have taken practical actions."

"We all have people we love, and people who love us."

"They're proud of you, they're proud of me."

"I'm proud of myself, too."

Hearing his words, Zhang Ye suddenly smiled: "That's right, instead of worrying about my world being just a novel, why not think about other things."

"for example……"

"Thank you for letting me come into this world."

Hearing this, the author smiled slightly.

"No, thank you for letting me return to this world."

……

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Chapter 1093

"Okay, you should go back, after all, the plot has to continue." The author laughed.

Hearing this, Zhang Ye quickly moved to his side, put his arms around his shoulders, and smiled.

"Neihan, can you tell me about the next plot?"

The author looked at him with raised eyebrows, then shrugged: "No."

"Eh?"

"Didn't I just say that I don't write an outline when I write novels, so I don't know what will happen next, I can only follow logic."

Hearing this, Zhang Ye had no choice but to sigh: "Okay, I'm still thinking about cheating."

The author laughed: "Have you cheated and cheated less?"

Zhang Ye couldn't help laughing: "That's true."

"And..." the author suddenly said, "Don't you already know the ending?"

Zhang Ye was taken aback for a moment, but then he also realized that the smile on his face became softer.

"Yeah, I know."

"But... Author, if you don't write an outline like this, are you really not afraid of collapse?"

"Not afraid." The author gently shook his head: "As long as I am still me, as long as I still stick to my original intention, then even if I collapse again, the ending will be happy."

"Because that's what I long for."

"What I insist on will lead me to a better place, and it will also lead you and you to a better place."

Hearing that, Zhang Ye nodded, "Then I can rest assured...then I'm leaving."

"Go ahead, your story is not over yet."

"Then will we meet again?" Zhang Ye asked again.

"Yes." The author nodded slightly.

"When we meet again, this novel should be over."

"But you don't have to worry about your world stopping."

Zhang Ye nodded and laughed, "I know."

"Because it's real!"

……

Zhang Ye slowly opened his eyes, then sat up and stretched.

A smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

Yesterday... I had a very interesting dream.

Thinking, he stood up, went outside to check, and found that the wind and snow had stopped.

Zhang Ye didn't hesitate anymore, he took the backpack given by the stone statues, and then nodded slightly towards the two stone statues.

"Don't worry, I'll make it to the top."

After all, he continued to climb towards the top of the pyramid without looking back.

The moment after he left, the two stone statues were also lifted from petrification and looked at him with a smile.

……

The women looked anxiously at the pyramid.