The author took a deep breath and continued, "Phew! Then I immediately had a strange thought—could it be that the contents on the manuscript were written by me, but I forgot the process of writing these articles? I began to try hard to recall the scene of that day's writing, only to realize that although I remembered writing that day, I had no recollection of what I had actually written!"

"I felt a tightening in my chest and immediately thought of 'dissociative identity disorder'. Could it be that the fear of the apocalypse, the resentment towards my own fate, caused my mind to split under highly tense and fearful conditions?" Thinking of this, I quickly dressed and prepared to go to the university hospital to see a doctor. But just as I was about to leave, even stranger things happened! A voice! A voice suddenly appeared in my mind!"

For Haoyun, the occurrence of another voice in his mind was all too familiar. Apart from the mystical feeling he experienced after obtaining the Mold Spirit Energy Pursuit System, he had also heard strange voices in a semi-dreamy state multiple times. But precisely because of this, Haoyun immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. Without waiting for the author to continue speaking, he asked sternly, "You heard a voice? Can you describe what kind of voice you heard?"

The author ran his greasy and messy hair through his fingers, pondered for a moment, and replied, "Uh... It was a very unfamiliar yet strangely familiar voice. The voice was difficult to discern in terms of gender, but it spoke with authority, making me not dare to disobey its commands. Initially, I thought it was my overly pessimistic emotions causing mental problems and leading to auditory hallucinations. However, soon enough, that voice convinced me one hundred percent that my mental state was fine, and that the voice indeed existed in my mind!"

"What did the voice tell you?" Dream Jia asked curiously.

"The voice first told me not to doubt its existence or try to know its identity. Then it told me that in the cosm we inhabit, including many worlds like the Earth Star World, all were on the brink of chaos. As the chosen messenger, I had the opportunity to rescue these worlds from catastrophe." The author replied with a hint of guilt. It wasn't because of what he said in response that he felt guilty; it was because of the voice's assertion that he could save the world. To the author, he was just an ordinary person without any superpowers, not a superhero who could save the world.

"Then I asked how I should do it? The voice replied that I should focus on following my instincts to complete this biography. If I could bravely make the right choices in writing, perhaps I could help many worlds, including the Earth Star, to escape disaster. The voice also warned me not to publicize this matter at all costs. Otherwise, I would face severe punishment."

At this point, the author couldn't help but show a hint of painful expression. However, he quickly composed himself from what seemed like a breakdown of emotions, looked up at the ceiling, sighed deeply, and said, "Alas! Because I deeply felt at the time that a powerful and unfathomable force was watching me, I dared not communicate further. Instead, I quickly sorted out my thoughts and prepared to continue writing. However, as the voice prepared to leave, driven by strong curiosity, I couldn't help but ask how I could contact it if necessary. The voice replied that it had already provided me with everything I needed. If contact was needed, it would naturally come to find me."

Tapping on the desk he leaned against, the author said, "As the voice faded away, my spirit quickly recovered from a state of confusion. While I was awake, I also felt a gentle breeze blowing towards me from the side. Not only did this breeze invigorate my spirit, it also suddenly surged with rich creative inspiration in my mind. So, without further thought, I immediately sat down to write. Then, something even more miraculous happened. As soon as I put pen to paper, the plot appeared entirely in my mind, and all I had to do at that moment was write down the scenes that appeared in my mind. Yes, just transcribing! Instead of saying I was creating, it was more like I was directly recording stories told to me by someone else! This feeling of having my mind controlled by an external force was very frightening, but at the same time, this process was also filled with an indescribable wonder!"

"Even more amazing, while my brain was transcribing these stories, it still retained the ability to independently criticize, and it used this partly independent consciousness to comment on the stories I wrote. And then something unexpected happened. You, as the main characters in the book, sometimes could hear my criticisms and engage in a dialogue with me across space. Moreover, when we had these conversations, everything seemed so natural. Your reactions were as if such dialogues were supposed to happen, without questioning my sudden appearance."

The author sighed, "The experience of communicating across cosm and interacting with you three as the protagonists in the book was so amazing! So much so that I quickly grew fond of interacting with you three. Because I always felt like we were old friends who had known each other for a long, long time. Only between old friends could we always exchange emotions in such a teasing manner."

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Continuing, the author's tone suddenly shifted, filled with regret and sadness: "But it's because I enjoyed communicating with you all too much that I momentarily lost my restraint, and thus let slip something catastrophic!"

"Master Gu, calm down. What happened exactly?" Hao Yun saw the author's emotions becoming highly unstable and quickly tried to comfort him.

After taking a few deep breaths to regain composure, the author continued after sipping a large mouthful of hot tea: "Ah! It's because not every time I comment on the plot, especially on your actions in the book, is supposed to be heard by you. Plus, I really enjoy our remote communications, which led to a major mistake on my part. Hao Yun, do you remember the scene where Elina was injured on the Blackstone Castle?"

"Of course I do," Hao Yun replied.

The author continued to inquire, "Do you also remember what I said just before you used the Mold Spirit energy to attack Elina?"

"I remember— you suddenly mentioned that the dark magic surrounding Blackstone Castle hadn't yet been integrated with the Mold Spirit energy, so there might still be a chance for that dark energy to be transformed into positive energy, or something like that, right? Hey! I remember! Thanks to your nonsensical remark, I came up with the idea to use the Mold Spirit energy in the dark magic that Elina hadn't absorbed yet to activate Phoenix Blade and attack Elina. It was also thanks to that move that we managed to repel Elina and set up an important trap for her later! Looking back, I really need to thank you for that timely reminder!" Hao Yun replied, expressing gratitude for the author's timely help.

The author then scratched his beard in anguish and continued, "Ah! After all, the battle at Blackstone Castle had already been playing out in my mind. So, the reason I blurted out like that was actually because I wanted to analyze the situation from an observer's perspective. Of course, I must admit that because I see you all as friends in another world, I didn't want to see you in trouble. That's why when I wrote that part, I couldn't help but worry whether you would really be able to defeat Elina."

"So, despite the other kind of anxiety warning me to be cautious in my thoughts and actions, I couldn't help but mutter that sentence. Of course, I also knew I couldn't be too obvious. So, I just made a somewhat vague assessment of the situation at the time. Whether you could figure out how to deal with Elina from that, it was all up to your fate! Fortunately, you did find a way to repel Elina in the end."

Hao Yun couldn't believe that the author's seemingly nonsensical remarks at the time were actually intended to help him defeat Elina. At the same time, a new question arose in Hao Yun's mind: Was the author's help to them at that time just a moment of inspiration, or was there some other force influencing it behind the scenes?

As Hao Yun pondered the reasons and consequences of all this, and the intricate connections hidden within, the author chuckled bitterly and said, "Ah! Of course, I was happy to see you all escape, but it was precisely because of my indirect help that I suffered severe punishment in reality."

"No way? Did that voice do something to you?" Hao Yun noticed tears suddenly welling up in the author's eyes and hurriedly asked.

Wiping away a tear, the author said with a choked voice, "Yes, it was that voice. But it didn't punish me; it was my family who suffered."

The author composed himself after the wave of sadness and recalled, "At the request of the Unified Guard of Earth Star, our academy organized a large-scale doomsday survival drill that night. You see, although humanity knew the destruction of Earth Star was imminent and had no way to respond, humans were unwilling to give up hope of survival. After all, the so-called end of the world could also be just a massive natural disaster. Perhaps, there would still be some lucky survivors who could become pearls of human civilization. As long as someone could survive, they would rebuild human civilization. So, for this faint but theoretically possible hope, humans began continuous doomsday survival drills."

The author wiped his nose with a blank page torn from the manuscript and sighed, "Ah—! It was supposed to be just another ordinary doomsday survival exercise. But unexpectedly, an accident occurred during that drill! Just as everyone gathered on the academy's playground, preparing to start a new round of exercises, the sky, which had been relatively calm, suddenly flashed with lightning amidst dense fog and clouds. A sudden gust of wind mixed with yellow sand swept over the entire playground from somewhere unknown. Then, before the crowd gathered on the playground could evacuate, the ground began to violently tremble, and from the cracks that were torn open, many pungent-smelling gases gushed out."

At this point, the author couldn't help but cover his face with both hands, unable to bear recalling the scene. However, after adjusting several times, he continued firmly, "After those gases erupted from the ground, lightning bolts mixed with tongues of fire descended from the sky, as if pre-arranged, and all struck the playground. The pungent gases were immediately ignited by the lightning, and the entire playground was engulfed in a towering column of explosion-formed flames. Although this disaster came suddenly, it disappeared very quickly. But the destruction caused by that powerful energy in a short period of time was enough to completely destroy the entire playground. So, after the fire and sandstorm disappeared, the entire playground was completely blown into a charred deep pit. And the originally standing crowd on the playground—"

Before the author could finish his sentence, he finally broke down emotionally, bursting into tears: "My wife! My daughter! My two elderly parents! They were always very active in participating in the exercises, dutifully volunteering every time! They never feared death! They never gave up their belief in surviving! It's all because of me! It's because of me that they're gone! Sob, sob, sob!"