All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

A deathly silence enveloped the entire battlefield of the heavens.

The screen froze on the line "Brothers, wait for me! I'll start writing now!" The sound of the keyboard had long since faded, but everyone's heartbeats were still ridiculously fast.

The wanderers on Earth stared intently at the light screen, their eyes filled with confusion and anticipation.

The Source Lord and the Source Realm's will were tense, watching the light screen warily, fearing that something might go wrong.

Pei Shaoyu clenched his fists, and a faint golden aura around him pulsated slightly. He could feel a mysterious power slowly surging within the light barrier.

Just then—

"Buzz—!"

With a slight tremor, the previously still light screen lit up again!

A soft white light swept across, illuminating the entire battlefield once more. Everyone's gaze was instantly fixed on the light screen, and they even held their breath.

The scene shifts, and the familiar room reappears.

The mysterious man was no longer holding a mobile phone, but sitting in front of a computer.

The computer screen was lit, the cursor was flashing, the man placed his hands on the keyboard, his eyes were firm, his fingertips moved slightly, and he began to type rapidly.

"Tap tap tap! Tap tap tap!"

The familiar sound of keyboards rang out again, this time more urgent and firm than before, each strike resonating with everyone's heartbeat.

Soon, a bold title appeared on the computer screen—

Chapter 1 Eleven years of drinking ice, yet the fire of returning home remains uncooled.

Upon seeing this headline, the wanderers of Earth were deeply moved, their eyes filled with emotion.

Eleven years of drinking ice, yet the fire of returning home remains unextinguished!

These words express the sentiments of all those who wander on Earth!

They traversed countless worlds, struggling to survive and enduring hardships for eleven years or even longer, yet their yearning to return home never faded!

Wei Yu's heart clenched, his eyes fixed on the words on the screen, and his breathing became rapid.

He was so nervous that he was sweating profusely, his hands clenched unconsciously, and his nails dug deep into his palms.

He fears!

He was really scared!

I fear that the novel displayed on this screen is actually about their experiences, and that their world is just a novel written by someone else!

I fear that all their struggles, all their sacrifices, and all their obsession with returning home are nothing more than a passage of text written by someone else!

Within the light screen, the contents of the novel slowly emerged, line after line of text clearly appearing before everyone's eyes.

Wei Yu watched intently, not daring to miss a single detail, word by word.

The story begins with the transmigrator struggling to survive in another world and longing for his homeland.

Their experiences are somewhat similar; they both left their hometowns, were hunted down, and longed to return home.

But as he watched, Wei Yu's tense body gradually relaxed.

Different!

Although they are generally similar, they are completely different in the details!

The protagonist of the novel transmigrates to a magical world, and they themselves have transmigrated to countless worlds, becoming enemies of the Origin Realm.

In the novel, the journey home involves searching for an ancient teleportation array, while for them, it's about finding Earth's coordinates and relying on the power of Earth's will to return home.

"call--"

Wei Yu let out a long sigh of relief. His back was soaked with cold sweat, but a relieved smile appeared on his face.

not him!

It wasn't them!

This is just a novel based on their experiences; their world is not a product of someone else's writing!

The Earthlings around them gradually relaxed, their solemn expressions slowly replaced by ease.

"Thank goodness, it's just similar, not our experience!"

"That scared me to death! I thought we were just characters in a novel!"

"This author must also be a lover of returning home, otherwise how could they write words that resonate so deeply with our feelings!"

The murmurs rose again, but this time, there was no despair, only a hint of relief.

The Source Lord and the Source Realm's will darkened, their eyes filled with impatience.

"Playing tricks! It's just a lousy novel, yet you dare to show off your limited knowledge in front of me!" The Source Master shouted sternly, his tone full of disdain.

The will of the Origin Realm also trembled slightly, its hoarse voice carrying a hint of coldness: "Things that are unimportant, just destroy them!"

But just as he was about to raise his hand, he was blocked by the white light emanating from the light screen, making it impossible for him to get close. He could only stare intently, his eyes filled with resentment and vigilance.

The images continued to flow within the light screen.

After finishing the first chapter, the man continued typing without pausing, one chapter after another, at an astonishing speed.

He quickly finished writing the first few chapters and opened a software application—the Yangshizi Novel Platform.

He registered an account, created a novel, and published the chapters he had written one by one.

The scene shifts, and the backend data of the Yangshizi Novel Platform is clearly displayed before everyone's eyes.

In just one hour, the novel's readership exceeded a thousand!

The comments section exploded with discussion.

"From Kuaishou, I came here while browsing short videos!"

"I stumbled upon this while shaking my head, it's so touching! Eleven years of hardship, yet the fire of returning home still burns bright – it really resonated with me!"

"Author, keep up the good work! I really want to see what happens next. Will the journey home be successful?"

"Please update! Please update! I've added the novel to my bookshelf, please update!"

Countless netizens from Kuaishou and Shake video platforms flocked to Yangshizi to search for the novel, leave messages urging for updates, and express their anticipation.

The man looked at the data in the backend, a smile appearing on his face, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

He didn't stop, he continued typing, and at the same time, clicked on the platform's contract application.

Everyone held their breath, watching the scene on the screen, as if they were nervous for the man.

Those living on Earth secretly cheered him on.

They could sense that the words written by the man carried the same conviction as their own. They hoped that this novel could be successfully signed and seen by more people.

But the next second, a line of glaring words appeared on the screen—

The contract application was not approved.

"What?!"

The wanderers on Earth exclaimed in surprise, their eyes filled with disbelief.

How could such a captivating novel, with so many readers eagerly anticipating it, not have been approved for publication?

Within the light screen, the man's face instantly darkened, his eyes filled with disappointment and resentment.

He stared at the signing results on the screen, remaining silent for a long time, his fingers gripping the mouse tightly until his knuckles turned white.

But just then, his phone suddenly vibrated.

When I opened my phone, it was full of private messages from netizens.

"Dear author, don't be discouraged! Even though we didn't get a contract, we all really love your novel!"

"Yeah, yeah! Whether they sign a contract or not, we'll keep following the updates!"

"Author, keep it up! You write so well, please don't give up!"

One private message after another was filled with encouragement and expectations, without a single accusation or complaint.

As the man looked at these private messages, the disappointment in his eyes was gradually replaced by determination.

He took a deep breath, turned off his phone, and continued writing. Even without a contract, he would keep writing and not let down those who had high expectations of him.

The scene shifts, and a night passes.

The next day, the man tidied himself up and went out to keep his appointment, meeting with several friends.

At the dinner table, the man talked about writing a novel, the inspiration for the novel, the disappointment of failing to get a contract, and the encouragement from netizens.

His friends offered him comfort, some advising him to give up, others suggesting he revise the storyline and reapply for a contract.

The man remained silent, drinking one glass of wine after another, while in his heart he was making a difficult decision.

After the party ended, the man returned home alone late at night.

Instead of resting, he turned on his phone and contacted several author friends who wrote novels in Yangshizi, asking them for advice on why their contracts failed and what directions to revise their work.

After listening to his friends' advice, the man remained silent for a long time, then a resolute glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He opened the Yangshizi Novel backend, found the novel he had published, and without hesitation, clicked to delete it!

"Whoosh—!"

All published chapters were deleted, and the backend data was instantly wiped clean.

The wanderers on Earth were all stunned.

"Why...why did he delete the novel?"

"We finally had so many readers looking forward to this, how could you just delete it like that?"

"Is he going to give up?"

Everyone looked puzzled and confused.

But on the man's face within the light screen, there was not the slightest hesitation.

He closed the background apps, opened the video of him shaking his leg, tapped the recording function, and said firmly into the camera:

"Brothers, I'm sorry, I've deleted the previous novel."

"But please believe me, give me one night!"

"Tomorrow, I'll give everyone a surprise! A miracle!"

After saying that, he turned off the filming, posted the video, and then sat down at his computer again, opened the document, and began to reorganize the outline.

Under the lights, his figure appeared exceptionally resolute. His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, sometimes pausing to think, sometimes writing furiously, his eyes filled with seriousness and dedication.

Time passed slowly, and the night grew deeper.

Within the light screen, the man finally finished organizing the outline and began to rewrite the text.

This time, he was faster, his gaze was more determined, and the words he wrote were more powerful.

Soon, the second version of the novel was officially released on the Yangshizi Novel platform.

Wei Yu subconsciously looked at the text on the screen again, but after just one glance, his body suddenly stiffened!

The blood in my body seemed to freeze completely at that moment!

His pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with disbelief, and his body began to tremble violently uncontrollably, even his teeth chattering.

"No...impossible!"

Wei Yu's voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with endless fear and bewilderment, almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

The scene on the screen was clearly the one in his past life where he was killed!

It's exactly the same!

Exactly the same!

In his past life, he was hunted down and driven to the brink of despair, covered in wounds. In the end, he was killed by a man in black robes, and his soul was carried by the Sentinel's power to the myriad worlds.

The text on the screen perfectly described the scene, with every detail, every action, and every line of dialogue exactly matching his experience!

It wasn't just Wei Yu!

Not far away, Shen Jianxin, Lin Nannan, and Karen also began to tremble.

Shen Jianxin's face was ashen, his hands were clenched into fists, his eyes were filled with horror, and his body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

The text on the screen described how he met Lin Nannan in the prehistoric projection world.

Lin Nannan's eyes were red and swollen, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She curled up in a ball, trembling all over, her eyes filled with fear and despair.

She was chased by the people of the Blazing Sun Realm to the edge of the Primordial Projection World, where she was tortured and killed by Blazing Sun. These painful experiences buried deep in her heart were actually written out completely in the novel on the screen!

Karen's muscles were tense, veins bulging, and his eyes were filled with disbelief. He had found Wei Yu's divine spear on the Continent of Heroes and was besieged by the Demon King's army. These scenes had also appeared in the novel!

The four men trembled, looking at each other with fear and confusion in their eyes.

How could this happen?

Why does this novel describe their experiences?

The images continued to flow within the light screen.

Time passed slowly, and before we knew it, it was already 1:33 a.m.

The man was still typing away; the novel had been updated to chapter 22, and the chapter title was—"Surprise Among Kinds"!

When the contents of this chapter were revealed to everyone, Karen trembled even more violently, almost unable to stand.

It's exactly the same!

Every detail, every emotion, every conversation was exactly the same as his experience back then!

Just then, a dignified yet concerned gaze suddenly fell upon the four of them.

Pei Shaoyu!

He hovered in the void, his originally cold eyes now filled with a hint of doubt and concern. He seemed to sense the four people trembling, as if he had transcended the barriers of time and space, and looked precisely at the four of them.

That gaze seemed to see through everything, as if it could see the fear and confusion in their hearts.

The four of them were startled and looked up sharply at Pei Shaoyu.

In that instant, a terrifying thought exploded in the minds of the four of them like a thunderclap!

A truth they dared not believe, yet were forced to confront, clearly surfaced in their minds—

Their world, their experiences, their struggles, their obsessions—perhaps, it really is just a novel!

And the man sitting in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard, is the author of this novel!