Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 632 The Color Rescue Plan
Zheng Fan looked at the portrait for a moment, but did not comment. He simply turned his gaze back to the girl.

"Lin Yilin and the others have been looking for you for so long. You just sat here drawing, preferring to drive a sculptor to the brink of a nervous breakdown rather than send a message to your friends?" Zheng Fan already knew the identity of this dreamy girl.

The last member of Lin Yilin's amazing club in college that Zheng Fan has yet to meet.

She was also the original founder of that club—Ke Meng.

A legendary, highly inspired young female artist, suspected to be the originator of everything related to Zheng Fan—the instigator of that multi-world overlapping experiment.

I never expected that I would run into this sculptor's commission, which I had taken on halfway through the year with a relaxed attitude.

"So it's Lin Yilin and the others who spoke first? It seems you're having a great time in Dadu." Ke Meng smiled sweetly. "That puts my mind at ease."

"Don't talk to me like that old woman... But, it was definitely your doing that I came into this world, right?" Zheng Fan had a strange thought pop into his head: "Would such a cute girl cry if I punched her?" He shook his head slightly to shake off the thought.

“To be precise, it’s not quite the same.” Ke Meng thought for a moment, then gently put down his paintbrush. “I made you come to Dadu, but I didn’t make you come to this ‘world’.”

Zheng Fan understood what she meant: "I should have been assigned to somewhere else, but you interfered with the process and sent me to Dadu."

“Correct.” Ke Meng raised her hands and made a circle, her tone cheerful.

"You anticipated my appearance?" Zheng asked in return.

Ke Meng put down her hand: "Ever since I started drawing, I have always seen countless bizarre and wonderful scenes. At first, I could only see the scenery of distant places from a distance, but then I gradually began to see the endless blackness, and the colorful colors on the black treetops... and then there were even more distant scenes."

"Some worlds shatter under unintentional burdens, only to be restored to their former glory in an instant. Other worlds radiate a dazzling, beautiful light, lifted up from the brink of collapse by the figure of a hundred hands..."

Zheng raised an eyebrow: "Is this what you call super inspiration?"

If this can be considered a super inspiration, then such inspiration probably transcends not only the original spacetime and multiple worlds, but even extends to the endless void at the end of darkness...

While it's difficult to compare inspirations, Ke Meng's inspiration is undoubtedly at the pinnacle in some respects.

“Of course, having seen something so far away, I naturally also saw something closer… the tree.” Ke Meng’s tone softened slightly.

She then changed the subject: "Most of the white world is a deformed and distorted world."

Zheng countered, "Is it because of the division of multiple worlds that the imperfections are caused?"

Ke Meng said, "I suppose it's one of them. Ultimately, it's because this world shouldn't even have us in the first place."

“Because everything comes from the tree,” Zheng Fan said. “It seems the Black World truly is the source of all things here.”

"He is the Creator. Such a majestic being does not require subjective will; its unconscious body can evolve all things even in its stillness. The white capital is a physical entity born because it touched a fragment of order," Ke Meng explained.

Zheng Fan murmured, "Fragments of order..."

“Yes, fragments from a broken world,” Comen laughed.

"Taking the world of order as a model, a part of the Creator's body gave birth to the white world, and from the white world, many colors extended... It's not entirely wrong to say that the white world is the origin of the 'multiple worlds,' except for the black world. Without the appearance of the white world, no matter how the Creator's body evolved, it would be difficult to escape the basic parasitic form, that is, 'illusion.' Perhaps a society of illusions would have developed... I'm quite curious."

After hearing this secret about the origin of the world, Zheng Fan said, "So, the time when I truly came into this world was even earlier than I realized?"

It's already early enough to have moved beyond the timeframe of the white world's capitals, and even earlier on a more macroscopic scale.

It can even be traced back to the birth of Dadu.

"It was you who brought fragments of order to the Creator, Zheng Fan." Ke Meng smiled, confirming Zheng Fan's thoughts. "Then wouldn't I be considered half a Creator of Dadu?" Zheng Fan wasn't particularly shocked and even had the mood to make a joke.

“You’re about to become a complete creator,” Ke Meng added. “Originally, all the creator wanted was you; most of us were just byproducts.”

"So why? Why did they have to choose me?" Zheng Fan asked, puzzled.

“There’s no reason, it’s just a talent, and you can’t explain the key to it. It’s like I can see the other side of the void as soon as I pick up a paintbrush, and Luo Ye was destined to stand at the peak from birth. Not to mention, I’ve also seen people in those distant worlds who were born as supreme beings, like creators. Some only needed an opportunity to break free of their shackles, while others were born gods and ascended to the heavens in one step… Compared to that, someone like you isn’t actually that exaggerated, is he?” Ke Meng said.

"The Creator has fallen into a deep sleep for some reason, and He wants to awaken again. You are a key to that awakening."

Zheng Fan fell silent for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts. After considering many things, he finally brought the topic back to Ke Meng: "So, what exactly do you want, Ke Meng?"

"I'm greedy; I want a lot of things."

"I can tell."

Although Ke Meng addressed the "Creator" with utmost respect, wasn't digging up Zheng Fan's name just like secretly abducting someone chosen by the Creator?

“Although it is mostly a deformed world, I want to fight for as many opportunities as possible for this world before the Creator awakens and smooths out all the turmoil in it,” Comen said. “I love all colors, and the more colors there are in this world, the better. I don’t want to lose them.”

“Even if you tell me that, I might not be the savior you envision,” Zheng Fan said.

“It’s alright.” Ke Meng maintained her gentle smile and shook her head slightly, not caring about Zheng Fan’s uncertain answer. “I’ve tried my best, so I’ll accept whatever the outcome may be. This might not be fair to others who are trying to find a breakthrough, but it is to me.”

Zheng Fan glanced around at the paintings.

Ke Meng continued, “Staying in this chaotic spacetime, I have finished painting all the worlds above the Creator that I can see. I’m not sure how long my paintings will last after the Creator awakens, but what they record can provide temporary protection for the fragments of color in the worst-case scenario.”

She painted a multi-world system.

This is what she has been doing ever since she disappeared from that experiment.

After seeing the truth about the world, she began her journey of salvation.

They gathered exceptionally talented individuals into a group, preparing for a shocking experiment to unearth the hidden truths of Zheng Fan, buried deep within multiple layers of darkness. Then, they would venture into the depths of this dark world to observe and depict everything...

A girl who loved painting took action without anyone knowing.

For the color I like.

“I will tell Lin Yilin and the others,” Zheng Fan said.

"Go ahead. It seems Teacher Niu wants to come and see me; he's already found me... He's such a responsible teacher. I'll talk to him about what's been going on these past few days."

As she spoke, Ke Meng showed the painting in her hand again: "So, how about answering your thoughts on this portrait?"

“I don’t like it,” Zheng Fan replied bluntly.

"Eh~." Ke Meng made a cute sound, sounding a little disappointed.

“Let’s draw another one.” Zheng Fan slowly walked to the bench in front of Ke Meng and sat down casually. “Drawing one from the real person should make it more realistic.”

(End of this chapter)