Chapter 17: Wu Xian: Elbow! Come into my room! (Seek Follow-Read! Seek Collection!)

“Creating a person… literally?”

A few minutes later, after hearing Wu Xian’s description of creation, the three men present all brightened, while Zhan Lan wore a look of utter disdain and contempt, gazing at them as if they were trash, finally shooting Wu Xian a glare as if blaming him for corrupting the Zhongzhou team’s morals.

Wu Xian shrugged, indicating it had nothing to do with him—it was all the Main God’s fault.

Meanwhile, Zheng Zha seemed to have realized something, his breathing suddenly growing heavy.

He stepped forward quickly, gripping Wu Xian’s shoulders with both hands, eagerly asking: “Wu Xian… no, Captain, are you serious? The Main God can create real human beings from our memories and imagination—not some inflatable doll?”

“Of course. If it were just a fancy inflatable doll, how could it count as a benefit? The Main God has standards too.”

Wu Xian understood exactly what Zheng Zha was thinking, but feigned doubt, frowning: “Judging by your expression, didn’t you lose someone important before entering the Main God’s space? You want to replicate her exactly from your memories, don’t you?”

“H-How do you know?!”

Zheng Zha was stunned, suspecting Wu Xian had exchanged for telepathy—how else could he know what he was thinking?

“I don’t have telepathy. I’ve seen this before… yes, that teammate who blew himself up—he used the creation option to replicate his deceased lover. His expression then was identical to yours now.”

“So that’s how it was.”

Zheng Zha suddenly understood, then asked excitedly: “Did he succeed? Was the created person truly identical to his lover?”

“Exactly identical. They spent a blissful time together—every day in the Main God’s space, they were shamelessly affectionate, so cloying you couldn’t bear it.”

Wu Xian spun the lie effortlessly, as if possessed by a master actor, a touch of sorrow on his face: “But what did it matter? In the end, they still parted.”

“Parted? How… did that brother die in a horror movie, and his creation vanished with him?”

Zheng Zha asked cautiously, inexplicably feeling a terrible premonition.

“The creation does vanish alongside its creator, but that’s not what happened here.”

Wu Xian gazed deeply at Zheng Zha: “Do you think the purpose of creation is merely to satisfy your desires?”

“No. The Main God also allows you to adjust the creation’s physical attributes. If you wish, you can make your creation a powerful bodyguard—and if you have spare reward points and side plot points, you can even strengthen them, then take them into horror movies to help you complete missions.”

Hearing this, everyone present froze slightly, utterly surprised—the Main God was surprisingly thoughtful.

“How could this be… No! I’ll never do that! I won’t let her face any danger!!”

Zheng Zha stared blankly for a moment, then whispered hoarsely, almost hysterical.

“Do you think you have a choice?”

Wu Xian’s expression darkened as he once again deployed his “Fabricate a Friend” technique: “The Main God forcibly compels creations to participate in horror movie plots. In ‘Final Destination,’ my teammate watched his creation die before his eyes—his energy spiraled out of control, and he exploded.”

Hearing this, Zheng Zha’s anger was instantly doused like a bucket of ice water; he collapsed to the ground, muttering “impossible” over and over.

“Of course, that incident happened too suddenly. After returning, I asked the Main God in detail and learned that spending one D-rank plot point can redeem your creation—freeing it from forced participation in horror movies… though even then, it’s not guaranteed. Who knows what other tricks the Main God might have?”

In an instant, hope flared again in Zheng Zha’s eyes.

But Wu Xian ignored him, turning instead to Mou Gang and Li Xiaoyi, speaking solemnly:

“Let me emphasize this again: creations are living people, not inflatable dolls. Their personalities and emotions may be modeled after your memories, but that doesn’t mean they lack selfhood or individuality.”

“If you merely want tools for release, I have no objection—stress relief is beneficial for Lunhuizhe .”

“But if you seek a true family member or lover, I urge you: think carefully before deciding to bring one into existence.”

At these words, everyone fell silent.

Leaving Zhan Lan aside, Li Xiaoyi and Mou Gang, who had been excited moments ago, instantly cooled down, avoiding Wu Xian’s gaze.

Zheng Zha, meanwhile, struggled visibly—then, as if making a final decision, he exhaled heavily, his face grim as he looked at the others: “Guys… want to hear my story?”

Could I say no?

Wu Xian internally sighed, but to maintain his composed, reliable image, he patiently replied: “I’m all ears.”

“I… once had a childhood friend. Her name was Luo Li…”

Blah blah, bili bili.

Roughly two thousand words, Zheng Zha recounted his story with Luo Li.

In summary: the two had grown up together, harboring mutual affection, and had promised to be together once they grew up.

Sadly, the girl contracted cancer and died before reaching adulthood; the boy, utterly heartbroken, sank into self-destruction, living like a waste of humanity…

To be fair, such plots are common—many Korean dramas follow this exact formula.

But it was still 2007, and audiences had low tear thresholds; all those present had slightly damp eyes, moved by Zheng Zha’s tale.

Except Wu Xian.

“So… you still plan to create her?”

Frowning, Wu Xian made one final attempt: “The Main God’s space offers resurrection too. If you grow strong enough one day, you might resurrect Luo Li directly—then how will you explain to her the existence of a copy identical to herself?”

“Resurrection… too distant for me. But if that day ever comes, I’ll explain to Luo Li: whether it’s her or her copy, both are equally precious to me. I won’t abandon either.”

Zheng Zha spoke with solemn conviction, like a pure-love warrior.

Fuck, never heard anyone justify cheating so righteousness—this really opened my eyes!

Wu Xian sneered at Zheng Zha, remembering—he was never a decent guy to begin with.

In real life, he was promiscuous; in the Main God’s space, he nearly built a harem. If he ever resurrected the real Luo Li, he’d probably that same night pull off a four-poster bed scene and live a shameless double-life.

Pfft! Shameless!

“Hehehe, good, good. Since you’re so determined, I’ll train you extra hard from now on!”

Wu Xian gritted his teeth, then grabbed Zheng Zha’s neck and dragged him toward his room: “Elbow! Come with me!”

“Wait! Didn’t we say we’d train after lunch?!”

Zheng Zha panicked—his instincts screamed that something terrifying was about to happen to him.

“Time waits for no one. If you want to grow stronger, you must cherish every second. Don’t you want to avoid dying alongside Luo Li because you’re weak?”

“But I haven’t created her yet…”

“Enough talk. Get in!”

Bang!!

At the dining table, the three forgotten Lunhuizhe stared at the heavily slammed door nearby, silent.

So… weren’t we supposed to train together? Should we go in now—or not?

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