My different world is game mode.

——Kuroshio Island.

A place that had nothing to do with Lindsay, but whose name he could hear frequently, came to mind at this moment.

Lindsay looked at the girl leaning on her:

"Walawala, why do you think you were dragged into this world?"

Wala Wala replied without thinking:

"When I was still exploring that psychedelic dream, I just walked to the beach, and suddenly my head got dizzy, and then I landed here."

Lindsay confirmed:

"So you haven't crossed any impression channels or psychedelic dream entrances or anything like that?"

Wala Wala nodded seriously and said:

"I'm sure, absolutely not!"

"..."

"Even if the Seven Seas Alliance has a long history, the number of eighth-stage artists will definitely be limited."

Lindsay sighed first.

What happens next may cause a lot of psychological pressure on Wala Wala.

But one thing he learned during his adventure was very clear.

The more dangerous the moment, the more important it is to openly disclose important information. We should not conceal important information and ideas because of various scruples. This will lead to fatal misunderstandings.

So Lindsay spoke:

"Walawala, that eighth-stage artist on Kuroshio Island must have also created psychedelic dreams, right?"

As soon as Lindsay spoke.

The expression on Wala Wala's young face immediately froze, and her tone became timid:

"There should be... there should be."

Lindsay continued to push the topic:

"Then do you think it is possible that this world was created by him?"

Once the psychedelic dream is created, it becomes a normal world that can operate independently.

Even if the creator dies, it will not affect its existence.

Now all kinds of information have gathered together, prompting Lindsay to think about this aspect.

"..."

Faced with this question, Wala Wala fell silent.

Her experience and background still cast a haze in her heart, which also led to her being completely unwilling to think in this direction.

But after Lindsay came up with the idea.

Vala Vala brought her own experiences to the current situation and had to admit the possibility of this idea.

Wala Wala suddenly had a decision in her heart:

"Lindsay, leave me alone, you can escape first!"

"This world is probably related to the artist on Kuroshio Island. As long as that guy is involved, it will never be safe!"

"You must leave immediately!"

Hearing this, Arazon next to him immediately rolled his eyes.

The one-armed painter began to wonder if his impulsiveness was going to kill him.

It is rare to have Duan Ansheng alive.

He heard that the Seven Seas Alliance was holding an art festival and wanted to come over to visit it, but who knew that he would be involved in such a thing.

Well now, even the eighth-stage degenerate artist has been brought out!

Alazon lay down on the raft and his tone was a little lifeless:

"Say, what are you two guys like?"

"One person's skills are unheard of, unseen, and so bizarre that they cannot be described in words; the other person can be implicated in the eighth stage of degenerate artists."

"Is this place really something that an ordinary fifth-stage painter like me can come here and get involved in?"

Although Arazon kept complaining.

But after he lay down, he picked up the brush and the source of energy entered an active state.

He had no intention of leaving.

Arazon's attitude was simple.

Now that he has embarked on this adventure, he has absolutely no intention of abandoning his companions and giving up halfway!

Lindsay's answer was even simpler.

He reached out and touched Wala Wala's head, and said in a firm but gentle tone:

"Wala wala, you know my answer."

"..."

In an instant, the girl's eyes began to turn red.

She lowered her gaze to prevent others from seeing her expression, and said quickly:

"The owner of Kuroshio Island is a creator."

"Scripts, paintings, music, songs, everything related to creative art are within the scope of her skills."

Upon hearing this explanation, Lindsay's eyes suddenly froze.

This fallen artist has the ability to create scripts. If you put it in the artist's system, it is... a script of destiny!

Lindsay looked at his attribute panel and then at Wala Wala in front of him.

Many previous doubts came to mind.

An even more ominous premonition also began to emerge at this moment!

"..."

Lindsay walked directly to the edge of the raft, and the planks were spread out on the sea without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, there was a large piece of tightly connected wooden planks on the sea.

"Well, the area should be enough."

Lindsay nodded slightly.

Then, right in front of Arazon and Vala Vala.

He pulled his shop out again and laid it on a wooden foundation on the sea.

At the front entrance of the store, Hilud, who had lost his mind, was still sitting mechanically on the service table.

Lindsay stepped into it in two steps, pulled Hilud out, and temporarily released the other party's mental control.

Herod was still in the throes of her captivity.

The long-term inability to control her consciousness caused her thinking to become chaotic.

After waiting a few seconds, the artist's emotional power emerges.

Her red eyes regained their luster, but her legs lost strength at the same time and fell directly to the ground.

Herod raised his head slightly and looked at Lindsay painfully and fervently:

"My hero, is this my punishment?"

"Don't succumb to my script, but make the right decision from your heart. This is really the best decision!"

"Those who play with fate deserve to be tortured like this!"

"I didn't pull you out just to discuss my feelings with you." Lindsay said coldly, "Let me ask you, what are the consequences of using the script of destiny to spy on the artists in the ninth stage?"

Herod answered quite frankly:

“Peering into Stage 9 artists—that’s simply impossible to do.”

Lindsay continued to ask:

"What if it's just about related things, glimpsed occasionally?"

Herod still shook his head:

"It will only be shrouded in fog, and it will be impossible to see through the other party."

Lindsay's heart sank:

"What if the peep's destiny is stage 8?"

"Of course the brain was severely damaged..." Hillud's expression suddenly changed while he was answering, "That's it! My brave, the test of fate does not come from..."

Before Hilud could finish her words, Lindsay pushed her back.

The girl then became a store clerk and once again lost her ability to react.

"call--"

After receiving this answer, Lindsay took a deep breath.

Many experiences came to mind.

Why do artists who read the script of destiny fall into madness?

If this kind of damage really comes from the influence of the ninth stage awakener.

So why can Fenner, an eighth-stage actor, be able to easily remove Seth's damage with just a few clicks?

The rampage of psychedelic dreams did not occur at the opening of the art festival.

To be precise, this was a crisis that suddenly broke out after Wala Wala successfully advanced to the sixth stage!

Properties panel on the taskbar.

Who is the real protagonist described in [The Rewritten Fate Script]?

After Lindsay had these thoughts, the mission of "Lost in the World" also showed as "Completed".

The mission requirements of deciphering the truth and returning to the real world have been achieved in advance.

Now that the task is displayed as completed, it can only mean that the former has also met the requirements.

——Crack the truth.

"So that's it..."

Rumble!

At this time, a bolt of thunder streaked across the sea.

Lindsay looked into the distance.

The originally calm dark sea suddenly became restless, with disasters appearing in the shadows between the rising and falling waves.