Chapter 8 – My Name Is Chu Ge

Qiu Wuji never imagined that this person would say such a thing. She felt that the ‘Creator God’ today was a little different from last night. Last night, he had said, “There’s no use in panicking,” but she could still feel the fear and anxiety in his heart.

After all, this person was just an ordinary person. For an ordinary person to have a sword held to their neck and still manage to maintain their composure was already a remarkable display of mental fortitude.

But today was completely different. Not only did he not seem afraid, but he also seemed somewhat joyful, as if he had seen a loved one, mixed with a hint of melancholy.

What was going on?

“You said you don’t need a sword to kill me, so put it away first.” Chu Ge calmly said, “I don’t remember writing that you like to hold a sword to someone’s neck. Usually, you would just cut them directly. Holding them like this means you don’t want to kill me.”

“… ” Qiu Wuji felt a bit frustrated, realizing that the person who understood her the most in this world was perhaps not herself, but this ‘Creator God’. She didn’t put down her sword and said coldly, “Do I have to do exactly what you write?”

“Maybe in the past,” Chu Ge finally turned his head and smiled faintly at her, “but since you don’t want to, we can discuss it in the future.”

Qiu Wuji frowned.

“At the moment you appeared, I vaguely sensed a storyline in my mind,” Chu Ge said, “Outside of the script I wrote, unbeknownst to others Qiu Wuji was attempting her first tribulation – is this why you appeared this time?”

Qiu Wuji took a deep breath.

He could really sense what she was doing, not just what he had written. It was truly the power of a deity. But he was clearly just an ordinary person… How did these two threads connect?

“What you’re doing is very dangerous, isn’t it?” Chu Ge whispered, “You’ve only sent your divine sense over at the moment. Your body and soul are separated by the boundary between worlds, which could lead to your spirit dissipating in the space-time. Even while coming over, you could get caught in the chaos of space-time and be torn apart.”

Qiu Wuji sneered, “In your world, you have the final say.”

Chu Ge shook his head, “I haven’t written this setting because there’s no relevant storyline… this may be a rule between the boundaries of the worlds, and the so-called dimensional wall is like this. But I think I can patch it up and make it easier for you to come over without taking this risk.”

Qiu Wujie was really surprised this time and asked, “Are you really going to help me get out?”

“To be honest, I admire you,” Chu Ge slowly said. “I can’t even control the success or failure of a book, let alone help my friends who leave in despair. I can’t imagine what I would do if I were in your shoes. If one day I discovered that everything was just a story in a book, that the world was uncertain, and that my fate was at the mercy of others, and even my past thoughts and actions were written by someone else, was it still something I did myself? Were the memories of the past real or just illusions? The confusion of this overturning life view would drive me crazy. It is only natural for you to want to take control of your own destiny… Don’t shout and kill, I will help you.”

Qiu Wujie squinted her eyes and fixed her gaze on him. She found the sudden surge of literary atmosphere overwhelming. Just the day before, he was a coarse writer who wrote about harem literature filled with unrealistic fantasies of wandering amidst flowers like a legendary figure. How could his speech not raise a red flag?

However, she had to acknowledge that his words struck a chord within her. The resonance was so strong that it could not be faked.

Yes, all her memories of the past were written by him.

So did they count as something she had done, experienced, and thought about?

Were they all fake? Like the nature of certain puppet techniques implanting memories?

And even the whole person, was she considered real? What about now?

All of the turmoil in Qiu Wuji’s heart was fully expressed by him.

Chu Ge reached out and pinched the sword with his two fingers, slowly moving it aside. “Earlier, you had me write about ascension, but it didn’t work… Later, I thought about it and realized that it might not be due to a logical problem, but because it wasn’t published, and it wasn’t considered finalized. Let’s do another test. This time, I’ll write it and put it on a new draft that won’t be published yet, and see if it works or not?” The sword was actually moved aside…

Chu Ge sat naturally in front of the computer and turned it on. He said, “Save your energy. Turning your thoughts into a solid sword will clearly shorten your time outside. Actually, these robes you wear are also….hmm, black silk clothing would be best…”

Qiu Wuji’s eyes, which had been absentminded, suddenly turned fierce.

Chu Ge quickly tried to fix his mistake: “I meant that the outer garment is too heavy and a lighter clothes would be better for ease of movement…”

With a loud “bang”, Chu Ge’s head was pressed onto the keyboard.

Qiu Wuji’s voice was cold and merciless: “This seat won’t kill you, can’t I just beat you up?”

Chu Ge tragically lifted his head: “The keyboard is going to break…”

“What kind of magical treasure is this that can’t withstand a little pressure?”

Chu Ge numbly opened a file and tested it; the keyboard still worked. He secretly praised the keyboard’s quality.

Although he complained, Chu Ge knew he couldn’t argue with her about violence being wrong. In fact, Qiu Wuji’s behavior was already quite calm… but they still had a long way to go to bridge the gap between them.

He opened the character file and added a line under “Qiu Wuji” in the “Character Design” section of the “Ability Setting” column: “Attempted multiple self-breakthroughs to transcend the dimensional barrier, although unsuccessful, found a way to astral travel outside of the realm, can separate body and soul without losing connection and travel through space cracks without getting lost.”

He clicked save and said, “I don’t think I can change the rules of the dimensional barrier, nor can I just change them without causing chaos if someone were to suddenly appear out of nowhere. So, I can only patch your abilities based on your own behavior. This is a self-consistent ability that I deduced based on your actions, and theoretically, it should work. Now, we’ll just have to see if it takes effect, since it’s only a setting that hasn’t been officially published.”

Qiu Wuji silently contemplated for a moment, her gaze becoming more complex.

“Effective.”

She did feel her abilities evolving, and being in her spirit-body form had now become effortless. A rough estimate suggested she could stay here for several more days without needing to go back…

This man could just recklessly shove things into her body like this… Err, that wording might not be accurate.

Qiu Wuji’s mind was in turmoil, too preoccupied to worry about wording.

This man was so weak, yet had such a significant influence on her. Should she imprison and force him to continuously strengthen her?

But…

Chu Ge suddenly turned his head and smiled slightly. “But you’re so proud of yourself, and rightfully so. You broke through life and death with your own wit and perseverance to achieve your cultivation. So why do you want to rely on others now?”

Qiu Wuji’s eyes became fierce. “You think you know me like the back of your hand? Don’t you know that you’ll get hit if you say that?”

“But why do you want to hit me?” Chu Ge stood up and calmly said, “Aren’t I helping you?”

He pointed to the display screen, and a difficult-to-describe brilliance flickered in his eyes. “I poured all my beautiful fantasies into writing women with their own souls, no longer just cold words… What kind of affirmation and surprise is this for someone who weaves worlds? According to the standards of your world, if I were on the path of seeking enlightenment, then Qiu Wuji, the day you break free from the existence in the book, will be my path.”

Qiu Wuji quietly looked into Chu Ge’s eyes, and a hint of fanaticism could be seen deep inside. It was like her old friends and opponents in her world, who were the most determined in their pursuit of their own paths.

This was a person with a “path”.

Perhaps… this was the reason why everyone’s worlds could connect?

“Actually, we’ve met twice, and you’ve never asked for my name. You’re eager to get out of your own predicament, and this man is just an obstacle to be overcome. How to treat him doesn’t depend on what he’s called… But I think it’s necessary for you to get to know me.” Chu Ge finally reached out his hand to her. “My name is Chu Ge.”