Chapter 424: Becoming an Artist
Chapter 424: Becoming an Artist
"Roman, why did you stop singing?"
On top of a mountain in the center of the island, a figure dressed in pristine white stood with a pure and unblemished aura. He watched as the distant ships were swallowed by the storm, gradually fading from sight.
Beside this figure, a thin girl in a wheelchair asked:
"Isn't this your secret factory? They came all the way here just to take a look."
"Is it really okay to just let them go?"
The standing white figure replied indifferently:
"The one who came to pick them up is the Red Sea Leviathan of the Kuwait family."
The girl in the wheelchair scoffed:
"Hey, I don't recall you being afraid of authority."
"A poison dealer fears the police—it's like Vankinaghat giving up a robbery just because someone stood in his way!"
"What else am I supposed to do? Fight against an artistic family?" The white figure rolled his eyes at the girl, "The more reasonable approach is to abandon this island and find a new base."
He gazed into the distant blue:
"The Red Sea is vast, capable of hiding all impurities and secrets, and accommodating a lawless person like me."
The girl in the wheelchair asked:
"But if you leave, won't the mermaids be heartbroken?"
The white figure replied:
"What does that have to do with me? They've already gotten enough men."
"Without this island, they would have continued to thrive; now, they're just back to square one."
"Don't be irresponsible towards the ecosystem you altered. So many tragedies have resulted from that!" The girl in the wheelchair asked again, "What about the island if not for the mermaids?"
The white figure replied naturally:
"Do you think I would leave traces behind for others to investigate?"
The girl in the wheelchair pointed at the island before them and asked:
"Then what about the people on that island?"
The white figure gestured towards the vast sea in the distance:
"There are plenty of hungry wild animals in the sea."
"You disgust me with your disregard for human life!" The girl in the wheelchair cursed, then asked again, "If you're giving up this island, where do you plan to go next?"
The white figure replied vaguely:
"Anywhere, as long as it's not Thousand Sails City."
The girl in the wheelchair felt that he was being unreasonable:
"They destroyed your work, and you're not going to seek revenge?"
The white figure remained calm and composed:
"I'm not the protagonist of a revenge story. Why would I do something that doesn't benefit my art?"
The girl in the wheelchair recited a line:
"Money, I hate it the most! It's the root of all impurities in the world, the source of greedy desires and evil!"
Then she changed her tone:
"If I didn't know how much money you made from Dreamshade, I would have believed you."
When his purpose was mentioned, the white figure straightened his expression:
"I'm not after money, but the fallen figures in dreams and the minds confused by chaos."
The white figure sighed:
"Ordinary people trapped in fantasies only waste time and life. But I, as a true artist, can discover unparalleled art from it."
The girl in the wheelchair didn't hide her disgust:
"Is twisted darkness also considered art?"
"You're truly despicable, even more nauseating than the character of Goyle in Fenberun's writings!"
The white figure asked:
"Are you any better? A purveyor of despair who writes tragedies?"
The girl in the wheelchair grew agitated:
"Am I as bad as you? Those people were consumed by despair due to their own circumstances! I pursue art, dreams, the power to break free from destiny, and true heroism!"
The white figure suddenly lowered his voice:
"Do you really believe the things in plays are true?"
"..."
The girl in the wheelchair fell silent for a few seconds before whispering:
"Of course, I believe they're real."
"But later, I thought they were fake, the only treasure I couldn't find."
The white figure repeated her words, then realized:
"Wait, later?
"So, you've found the real deal now?"
He immediately pressed on:
"Right, you said you were playing a lovelorn loser, rewriting the love story between Lily Danni and Adores, and penning a tale of love's trials?"
"But the script isn't even finished, and now you've changed your goal?"
The white figure's voice was incredulous, but the girl in the wheelchair nodded in confirmation:
"Yes, because my true love has already appeared."
The white figure was taken aback:
"You're in love?"
"You, who are mired in despair and melancholy, can have such positive and uplifting emotions?"
At these words, the girl in the wheelchair became extremely excited.
She struggled to stand up, but her weak arms couldn't support her body, so she leaned forward slightly and fell again.
She slumped back into her wheelchair, her voice filled with indignation as she retorted:
"Don't use love to describe my feelings!"
"A true hero has arrived."
The white figure naturally didn't believe it:
"What? Among those who ran away, there's a hero?"
"I've spent quite some time in the Seven Seas Alliance, and I've seen many courageous people, but not a single one who could overcome destiny."
Hearing the white figure's words.
The girl in the wheelchair's eyes shone with unparalleled brilliance, and her tone even became lofty:
"This dull and decaying world naturally wouldn't have such a person."
"But he's different!"
"He's an Awakened Ablator from the Borderlands, a hero who has overcome despair and destiny!"
"I believe in him, he can do it!"
"..."
It was then that the white figure realized:
"You, you've changed the fate of that lovelorn guy?"
"So what about the original lovelorn guy? What do you plan to do with him?"
The girl in the wheelchair answered:
"Of course, I won't let my story be cut short. But sometimes, scripts do switch protagonists."
The white figure said:
"But even my song can't stand against him, how can he possibly refute your script?"
"And if you change his destiny, will he still be his original self?"
"My power is indeed formidable!" The girl in the wheelchair's voice was unwavering, "Life, cause and effect, fate. These laughable tragedies cannot stop a true hero! I believe he can conquer everything!"
The white figure sighed:
"If you can complete this creation, you should be able to advance to the eighth stage."
"That's fine with me!"
The girl in the wheelchair shouted passionately:
"I'm not like those Bone Devourers who only seek power!"
The girl's face was filled with love:
"I want a hero, a conqueror of fate. He will save me!"
"..."
After a brief silence, the white figure asked:
"What if he fails?"
"..."
The girl in the wheelchair fell silent.
A thick wave of despair spread, as if to turn the island they were on into a dark hue.
In just a few moments, the surrounding plants withered.
A little further away, the townspeople of the island who were immersed in the Color Dream Potion also briefly regained their senses in the cold.
"Hehe—"
Seeing this, the white figure let out a cold laugh:
"And you have the nerve to say that about me?"
"I think it's a tragedy for the whole world that someone like you becomes a powerful artist."
After saying this, he turned and stepped back into the mountain.
As if the paint merged into the canvas.
The girl in the wheelchair didn't follow him but instead pushed her wheelchair forward, heading out of the island.
She whispered softly, with unwavering and fervent conviction:
"But for me."
"One of the great advantages of being an artist is to truly live."
(End of Chapter)
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