172: When humans try to play the role of creator, they often become prisoners of their creation

When Chen Fang said that he was holding back, Xie Yunxuan's mouth twitched. Was this still an edited version?

He glanced at the starry sky above and felt a chill down his spine, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, trying to distract himself.

But when his gaze fell, he suddenly realized he was sitting on a long sofa, very much like the one used in the `leaping special`—on that sofa, the protagonist's son sat, his consciousness trapped in an eternity longer than a billion years.

Damn it! Distract myself!

He quickly looked into the room, his eyes falling directly on the goldfish and the mask on the coffee table, almost rolling his eyes.

Is the production team trying to kill us?

No, he had to say something quickly to distract himself.

Fortunately, at this moment, He Xing spoke, "51 minutes have passed. We only have 9 minutes left. Everyone, let's just chat casually."

Zhao Jin hugged a pillow, with an opened bag of melon seeds on the coffee table in front of her, but not a single shell was visible. "It's a bit scary, science fiction with a touch of Kulusu."

Liang Yan turned his head and asked, "What is Kulusu?"

"A style centered on unknown fear, depicting humanity's insignificance and despair when facing unnameable cosmic existences. It's a bit similar to this, but not quite the same."

Xie Yunxuan still couldn't help but let his mind wander, asking, "Endless eternity... Does that mean consciousness stays there alone until the universe is destroyed before it comes out?"

Yue Qingzhu looked at him, her eyes slightly wide, staring at him, and spoke a line from the original text, "It's even longer than you imagine."

Xie Yunxuan shivered. Teacher Yue, why are you scary too!

At the same time, passersby in the live broadcast room who had originally wanted to watch a joke also surrendered, waving white flags.

"I'm good, I'm a bit dizzy."

"Please, the complete version! I'm not scared."

"I didn't feel anything after listening to it. How can it be rated 18+? 12+ is more like it."

"No, it should vary from person to person. It made me feel out of breath, even though it's not scary?"

"Is it the oppressive feeling of the unknown and eternity?"

"If you ask that son if his choice was worth it? Perhaps he would still say it was worth it."

"Curiosity is always a double-edged sword. Exploring taboos comes at the cost of destruction."

"Inventing a technology without fully understanding or controlling it can lead to great disaster. Is current technology like this? Will gene editing and AI go out of control?"

"Star Sea": It's really well written. The body experiences an instant, but the spirit passes through eternity. When humans try to play God, they often become prisoners of their own creations.

"My goodness! As expected of Great God Star Sea, he really knows how to talk. What you create, you often become its prisoner, hiss."

"Great God Star Sea is here too! Hey, didn't you start a web novel recently? What are you doing instead of writing?"

In front of the screen, Star Sea looked at the bullet comments, sighing with a light smile.

He put down his phone, looked out the window, and felt a bit of an existential crisis.

This short story even had a philosophical flavor, a deep fear based on time, consciousness, and existence. And the writing style was also very impressive; everyday narration and terrifying history alternated, with the first half being warm and then suddenly collapsing, making the horror more impactful.

Does this year's novel industry have to be so outrageous? Geniuses are emerging one after another.

First, "ghost blows out the light" brought a new trend.

Now even celebrities can write this kind of novel.

Ah! No, I don't want to write today, my mind is blown.

Star Sea took out his phone and searched "Chen Fang + Literature" in the browser. After a long search, he suddenly saw a piece of news mentioning that his parents were literature professionals.

Hmm? Influenced since childhood? What do his parents do?

Star Sea checked for a while longer but couldn't find anything.

Anyway, it's related, so that's fine, he felt a bit more comfortable.

He opened the [Takeoff] group chat and found that the few people who had been boastful yesterday were now silent, and the group was completely quiet.

...

Hu Bin's study was also silent.

After Chen Fang finished telling the story, he turned and went back to his study, quickly searching online for "`leaping special` complete original text" but couldn't find it at all.

Hu Bin became more anxious the more he searched.

The current mainstream of the sci-fi market is 'feel-good' novels, and there are few works involving psychological and philosophical concepts like this one, which could definitely be used as research material. The earlier it's written about, the easier it is to publish a paper.

Why hadn't he heard of such a novel before? Where was the text?

Hu Bin couldn't help but bang on the table and complain, "Why isn't there an original text?"

His daughter pushed open the half-closed door and sneered, "Dad, you didn't listen carefully to the host's opening remarks, did you? Didn't expect it, but this is Chen Fang's work. You listened and then immediately slipped away, you didn't even hear the author's interview."

Hu Bin's eyes widened slightly, and his throat moved, but no sound came out.

His daughter leaned against the door, shrugging her shoulders, "Oh, oh, oh, Dad, you're not going to follow him too, are you?"

"Go! Close the door, I don't have time to mess around with you right now." Seeing that his daughter still wasn't leaving, Hu Bin stood up and closed the door, then walked back to his chair with a frown, letting out a long sigh.

Ah, he left too early, didn't hear the author's interview, what a pity.

But the bigger problem was, was this an unpublished article by Chen Fang?

Does he have to go ask Chen Heng and Qi Shuya for the original text?

How could he bring himself to do that?

After he apologized to Qi Shuya last time, she still gave him a forced smile that day. He thought back and realized that when he said Chen Fang "still has some taste, and also likes "ghost blows out the light"", it must have been the words "some" that annoyed Qi Shuya.

Their relationship was not good enough; how could he bring himself to ask for Chen Fang's text?

Alas, but if he waits for it to be published, it will take some time.

During this time, someone might get the manuscript. After publication, everyone will quickly write, and he will lose the first-mover advantage.

Opportunity knocks but once, he should go find Chen Heng.

He lowered his head, his elbows on the table, hands supporting his forehead, and let out a heavy sigh.

...

On site.

Xie Yunxuan exclaimed, "Well written."

But then he put on a simple and honest expression, smiling as he exclaimed, "But I still like "ghost blows out the light"!"

This honest expression should be enough to show that he wasn't trying to belittle Chen Fang, but rather that he was a loyal follower of "ghost blows out the light"!

He was so clever, he managed to subtly criticize Chen Fang again and at the same time establish himself as a fan of "ghost blows out the light".