Chapter 9: The Reborn Master Writer 1

As for why those alien races chose such a method instead of simply taking the Origin Core, it was because if the Core were removed, the world would inevitably perish. They came to conquer the world, not to destroy it; what use would a ruined world be to them?

They intended to reshape the world’s laws to match those of their own realm. Indeed, their own world operated according to these very laws. It was not as if they had forcibly imposed them upon Mu Yin’s phone; this had been their plan from the beginning.

However, their original world was a matriarchal one, where biological reproduction and social hierarchy were entirely different from this world. In their realm, men bore children, women were superior, and men were subordinate; such were the laws, or rather, the very essence of their world’s origin.

This likely had to do with the gender of their Creator God. Generally speaking, the gender of the Creator God holds the position of honor within their world. Mu Yin actually admired the world of that Creator God—after all, she was a woman herself—but alas, they were not of the same race.

Moreover, from the glimpses she caught in the River of Time and Space, she discovered that the Octopus Race consumed humans—or rather, they consumed human souls. They were essentially the same as the Demon Race; in fact, the Demon Race was related to them, likely being the original inhabitants of this world who had been corrupted.

Unlike the Demon Race, however, they preferred souls brimming with positive emotions—such as the joy, happiness, and sweetness found in a female protagonist. Indeed, every story’s heroine was the most delicious food for these alien races. Why else would they bother to nurture the protagonists? Such souls were not only sweet but, as pillars of the world, were also packed with energy, making them exquisite delicacies.

The person who had tried to capture her before did so because he wanted to consume her. She had awakened the ability of Creation, which made her soul exceptionally powerful and flavorful. Furthermore, there was a chance they could seize her power, perhaps even becoming a new Creator God themselves.

Having learned this, Mu Yin was even less inclined to let her world fall into the hands of the Octopuses and become their larder. Since the Creator God of this world did not care, she would take over. Yes, Mu Yin’s ambitions were that grand.

She fused the Origin Core into her soul, intending to take it out. Generally, an Origin Core cannot leave its world, but it can be stored in one place: the River of Time and Space. Since her soul had been steeped in that river, it could serve as a vessel, though it was best not to carry too much; one was quite enough.

She could have left once her mission was complete, but the original soul had already been reincarnated, and for her to leave would mean death for the body. Considering the age of her parents, she decided to stay temporarily. When the two elders passed away and the children of her younger siblings had grown, Mu Yin, still unmarried, finally departed the world.

Her Space-Time Key was broken; she now relied on the power of the river to enter worlds, essentially being shoved in by force. There were no mission rewards anymore. Fortunately, she possessed an Origin Core, which she could use to slowly cultivate her abilities. Only by strengthening her powers could she become more formidable. Regrettably, after being baptized by the river, advancing her abilities had become far more difficult.

Though she had managed to reach the third tier previously, she had regressed to the first. While the first tier was now stronger than her old ninth tier, the rank restricted her ability to create anything complex; she could only manifest low-level items.

Yes, she could now create directly without the limitations she once faced, but her rank still throttled her creative potential. For instance, in the previous world, she could only craft products equivalent to that world’s technological background.

Moreover, while she could "create," she could not do so via methods that violated the laws of heaven. In other words, if a world did not allow for cultivation, fantasy, or supernatural powers, she had to rely on scientific methods. Although both were acts of creation, the results were worlds apart.

She always felt her ability was a massive trap—not even as good as the acquired life-force abilities, which at least allowed her to revive the body she possessed without being detected by the Heavenly Dao. Previously, she had manipulated time; while time was insensitive to others, the Heavenly Dao could perceive it, and the controlled Heavenly Daos were very unfriendly toward her.

After resting in the river for a while, she began to churn its waters and was cast into a new world. In that instant, she had only one feeling: it hurt like hell!

Because there was a fragment of the Origin Stone in her soul, she was not wiped of her memories by the world’s laws this time. It was a joyous occasion, yet she had also lost the means to obtain the plot. She had no idea what kind of world this was or who the protagonist might be, forced to wait until she encountered them to trigger the narrative.

The prerequisite was that she had to be close to the core of the story. Fortunately, Origin Stones could sense each other, and since the stone was hidden within the main plot, being near the protagonist meant being near the story. She could tell, for instance, that she was currently close to the main plot.

Since that was the case, there was no need to rush. She would deal with her current predicament first. She had transmigrated into the scene of a car accident, becoming one of the victims of a pile-up. According to the original owner’s final memories, she seemed to have heard several collisions, felt the car roll over, and then crash into a guardrail.

The original owner had suffered severe internal organ damage from the violent impact and had perished. Looking at the wreckage, her seat was almost completely crushed. She was trapped, her leg was certainly broken, though her hands were fine, and the police had yet to arrive.

She first repaired her internal organs. It was fine that her leg was broken, but it would be suspicious if she were still alive with such internal injuries. Once her organs were mended, she moved her hands with difficulty, managed to pull them free, and struggled to retrieve her bag to take out her phone and call emergency services.

After making the calls, she remained still. She was no longer in life-threatening danger, unless a fire broke out—in which case, she would be helpless as she could not escape. Tsk, as expected, even in a modern world where one could potentially cheat death, there was still the danger of a secondary demise.

She did not treat the wound on her leg, leaving it be as long as it wasn't fatal, though she kept the pain to stay alert. In a daze, she seemed to hear the wail of sirens and ambulances, and finally, reassured, she lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, she was lying in a hospital bed with her eldest brother sleeping beside her. Feeling thirsty and hungry, she moved her hands, trying to sit up and making some noise. The man, who had been dozing in a recliner, woke up instantly.

"Mu Mu, you're awake." Li Xing was overjoyed to see his sister awake. Seeing her attempt to sit up, he hurriedly stopped her: "Wait, your leg is still in a cast. Do you want to sit up? I'll raise the head of the bed for you; don't move."