Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 12: New Game Launch [Complete]

1497: Who Says Descriptive Writing Isn't Important?

Lin Sanjiu tumbled forward for what seemed like the umpteenth time. She sprang back to her feet, quickly glancing behind her before pressing on with her desperate escape. Yu Yuan stumbled along beside her, occasionally needing her assistance to keep up.

Any fool could tell that once they were trapped in this game, there might be no way out. The game's creator was observing them from the other side of the white document. No matter how much chaos she might cause, Lin Sanjiu knew she couldn't possibly crack this game. The creator could simply patch up any vulnerabilities or change the game's conditions to push her into a corner.

Giant characters, reminiscent of the undulating terrain formed by tectonic plate collisions eons ago, rose tremblingly from the expansive white ground. Words transformed into mountains and plains, forming and coloring whole new worlds from the void with resounding rumbles.

But a moment's focus revealed that the rumbles seemed to be only in her head, and the surrounding area was still silent save for her heavy breathing.

Black characters appeared one after another on the white paper, chasing Lin Sanjiu and Yu Yuan and unfolding into entire worlds. The sky was about to spread over her, and several times she nearly stepped onto the grassland that suddenly emerged before her. On this blank sheet, it seemed they were like two flies darting about, and they couldn't predict when the next word would rise beneath them.

After all, this was just a blank sheet where the creator could start writing anywhere.

"Hurry, faster!" Lin Sanjiu shouted back at Yu Yuan, realizing he had fallen several steps behind. Just in time, she used the last bit of her Higher Consciousness to pull him close before a straw hut could trap him.

Mrs. Manas muttered, "Every time I recover a bit, it's used up. When will I be fully restored?"

Lin Sanjiu had no time to pay her any attention.

On this sheet of paper, the moment a brush stroke landed and words appeared, they quickly spread to form a tangible world. When she looked back, the scenes looked like newly constructed television sets.

These scattered sets, formed in pursuit of them, varied greatly. Some had gentle breezes coming from them, others had televisions on the walls, and still, others featured a woman from the countryside reaching out for her. If any of these caught them, they'd be dragged into the game.

"Where do you think you're going?" Yu Yuan, with an arm wrapped around Lin Sanjiu, stumbled as they ran. His face was still expressionless. "No matter where we go, he can write."

"That's true," Lin Sanjiu said, wishing she could just carry him, but he was slightly taller than her. "Except where there's already writing, right?"

"So, you want to hide inside an already formed game?" Yu Yuan asked.

Having seen the games projected on the ground and having navigated the structure of the text multiple times without any issues, she believed the creator couldn't overwrite already existing text. Lin Sanjiu responded, "Yes."

"I don't think that will work."

Before she could ask why, she suddenly felt a strong impact. It felt as though her ears, shoulders, and knees were going to fall off from the pain, blurring her vision.

"Step back a few meters," Yu Yuan said calmly.

'They came running from behind.' Before this thought even fully formed in her mind, Lin Sanjiu instinctively leaped backward. As her feet touched the ground, she clearly saw that an unexpected line of text had appeared on the transparent barrier in front of her. At that moment, the last character "齐" was merging into a silhouette, transforming into another unfamiliar person. The person blinked his small, black-bean-like eyes, opened his arms towards them, quickened his pace, and lunged.