Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Marx once said: Man is the sum total of social relations.

In other words, the size of a person's world depends on how many people they know.

The more people you meet, the bigger the world seems to you.

This world has many cities: Tingen, Backlund, Trier, Silver City...

But apart from Backlund, the other cities were just names to An Ruowang, who had just transmigrated to this world.

He had never been there, nor had he interacted with the people there or established any relationships with them, so they had nothing to do with him.

Although she knew from the novel that there were such people living in those places, before An Ruowang actually met them and made contact with them, it was all just an abstract concept, like a map in a game that had not yet been rendered.

He felt nothing when An Ruowang said things like "there are always things above all else" or "the people of the Southern Continent are suffering." He even found it somewhat amusing.

"…I see."

Disappointment and loss flashed through Sharon's mind at the same time.

However, upon noticing An Ruowang's face, a sudden realization flashed through her mind.

Without a doubt, it was a handsome face, but his racial features were completely different from those of people from the North and South continents.

He and his people, perhaps elves, or something else, were a third party from outside the northern and southern continents.

For him, the grudges and entanglements between the people of the Northern Continent and the people of the Southern Continent were completely irrelevant to him.

This is like how people in China view the triangular trade of slaves in history.

Black people were captured from Africa and trafficked to the Americas, thus beginning a centuries-long struggle of resistance, oppression, bloodshed, and hatred against the white population of the Americas.

These histories are written in other people's textbooks, made into movies, used as topics for academic papers, and become hotly debated topics on social media.

Oh, and then what?

Then, the Chinese people sit in front of their screens, watch all of this, close the page or scroll to the next video, and continue eating their meals and living their lives.

This isn't indifference; it's just that it has nothing to do with me.

That's someone else's history, someone else's land.

While you can understand, sympathize, offer verbal and spiritual support to one side, or even make some outrageous jokes, you wouldn't actually sell your own cow to support either side.

Sharon could understand his detachment.

That's why the other party was able to be objective and fair to some extent, and that's why they casually said "Thank you for your hard work" to the servant from the Southern Continent.

The other party's attitude was actually quite friendly.

During her time in Backlund, Sharon, taking advantage of the "ghosts," also observed the interactions between the people of the North and South continents and their beliefs.

Based on her own observations, the people of the Northern Continent never did this, and they would only consider it normal and natural.

Even the poorest and most destitute people in the Eastern District would proudly raise their chests when they talked about the colonies of the Southern Continent and the power of the Kingdom of Rune.

I'm not the only one suffering; my life is alright now.

Although I'm having a tough time, there are people who are having an even tougher time than me, and that feels so good.

Rune people, win!

In their minds, the colonized people of the Southern Continent were losers, inherently inferior to the people of the Northern Continent, and a backward and inferior race that still practiced blood sacrifices.

Sadly, even the people of the Southland living in Backlund generally believe this.

"..."

An Ruowang looked at Sharon.

Although she showed no reaction on her face, he could vaguely sense that her thoughts had become complicated and that she was a little sad.

First and foremost, he believes this is not his problem.

Secondly, although he and Sharon are only nodding acquaintances and not friends yet, it doesn't stop him from taking the initiative to comfort her.

So, here's the question.

Question: When your friend "Li Hua" expresses her sadness during a chat with you, how should you comfort her?

Saying "Don't be sad" always feels too perfunctory and weak.

Saying "I understand you" is rather hypocritical.

Saying "everything will be alright" sounds too cheap.

No matter what I say, I feel completely lost.

However, there are also some people who clumsily bring up their past injuries, mistakes, and hardships to tell others, as if their sadness can dilute the sadness of others, or their pain can comfort the pain of others.

Although the intention may be good, it feels more like voluntarily portraying oneself as a "backward and inferior Southern Continent person" to others, or as if saying, "My pain is greater than yours, your pain is nothing, you're being too dramatic."

It's like telling your parents or elders about your hardships, and what you usually get in return is just a series of short, sarcastic remarks like, "Back in my day... you young people these days are really..." as if they're proud of the suffering they've endured and mocking you for being too fragile and delicate.

Reporting only good news and not bad news may not just be because one doesn't want their parents to worry, but also because one knows they won't get much comfort from their parents.

"Miss Sharon, do you know how to use a gun?" An Ruowang suddenly asked.

Sharon snapped out of her thoughts, raised her eyes, and softly replied:

"Um."

An Ruowang didn't ask her what she was thinking, but simply reached into her pocket and took out a revolver from the small world.

The wooden stock felt somewhat heavy in his hand, while the gun itself gleamed with a bright metallic sheen, giving it a brand-new feel as if it had never been used.

"Could you teach me how to use a gun?"

An Ruowang explained:

"I haven't had this opportunity before, but the situation I'm about to face may not be enough with my current extraordinary abilities."

This is the truth.

Guns are quite lethal, at least up to Sequence 6.

Even though a low-level extraordinary being is no longer an ordinary person, a bullet hitting a vital spot will still kill them.

Besides, playing with guns is pretty cool.

An Ruowang had been wanting to find some time to practice how to use a gun, and this was a good opportunity for him to learn.

Sharon and Marich, as backers of the black market arms dealer Caspas and being from the Southern Continent, would certainly be skilled with guns.

Sharon looked at him, then at the revolver in his palm:

"it is good."

Seeing that Sharon agreed, An Ruowang continued to make additional demands:

"And what about fighting techniques? If it's convenient, could you please teach me?"

Sharon nodded, like a robotic response:

"……good."

After she finished speaking, her figure began to sway slightly, preparing to return to An Ruowang's shadow.

"Wait," An Ruowang called out to her.

Sharon paused, her body, which had already sunk halfway down, stopped there, half of her body floating above the shadow, the other half buried in the ground.

She looked up at him, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"If you consider me a friend, then come along in a carriage," he said.

Sharon didn't say anything at first.

But her body did not continue to sink; instead, it rose again.

"……Um."