After getting to know each other, the authors continued their discussion, with the primary focus being on figuring out the cause of this bizarre event.

"Feel free to share - have any of us offended anyone or any organization?" the bespectacled man spoke quite openly, taking the initiative to bring up the topic. "Well, for me...although I didn't offend the authors' organization, I collaborated with that website and the government behind their backs, and then there was nothing else. My last memory of the real world is in February 2017."

"......?" Simpson in the wheelchair was shocked. "It's already 2017? My last memory was still in 1995!"

"Isn't it just August 2016?"

"I also came in 2016."

After compiling the authors' timelines, Xu Fang realized that he had arrived the latest. If the authors were not included, Luo Xiaoming came the latest.

The authors entered this strange timeline at different times. Some authors arrived early, while some arrived later. And some authors, like Yuan Yizi, were in completely different worlds. Does this prove that this bizarre event has been ongoing for quite a long time without being solved?

Beneath her swaying shoulders, Bernice, making an effort to coordinate her body with her speech, said, "We need to confirm a few things: First, are the others, besides Yuan Yizi, from the same world? Second, are we from the same timeline? For example, Four Eyes is from 2017 and I am from 2016, so does that mean he is from the future? Third, have our memories been altered? Perhaps we have experienced many cycles in this bizarre event, but none of us remember?"

Simpson in the wheelchair coughed awkwardly and said, "For the third point, I feel that my memories have been altered - even before, I had already changed bodies. When I entered the bizarre event, I was only 25 years old. However, when I woke up, I realized that I was already past fifty..."

"Old man? You look to be just in your fifties."

"I'm talking about my second body, my original body - this appearance is already seventy years old." The old man waved his hand and sighed, "Everyone wants to have a young and healthy body, don't they?"

"Although there have been precedents of bizarre events involving different timelines, they have mostly involved ordinary people. As authors of Singularity Individuals, we are rarely manipulated by time. The possibility of the second point is indeed quite small," analyzed Old Mo. "Originally, I had several life-saving items in my possession. However, I've lost all of them by now. It's possible that they were used after entering here, and I lost the memories of using them... in other words, this strange world may have existed for many years!"

"Do the others have any life-saving items or other key props?"

"To be honest, no, I'm in the same situation," Bernice confessed.

"I swear to God, I don't have any either."

"None for me either. What about the rules?"

"I mentioned that I used them in the second round," Xu Fang replied.

"Perhaps...the use of items is prohibited here?" Bernice said in an uncertain tone.

"These non-realistic bizarre events are the most troublesome. No matter how we try to go back, it's a problem," Four Eyes lamented. "It would be better to travel to a parallel world or a world in a manga, at least we could have some novelty."

"Suppose the world we are in right now is the real one?" Simpson said. "The true falsehood lies in our memories. We simply assumed that we went through a bizarre event, unaware that we have just returned to reality."

Simpson's speculation sent a chill through the hearts of the authors. If memories could be altered and detected, what if their cognition had also changed? That would be terrifying. Reference "The Saya Disease."

"Reality, where is reality? Is it a dream? Or an illusion?" the nun whispered, "I will do my best, everyone..."

"Hahaha, instead of acknowledging this rubbish world as reality, I'd rather die in this bizarre event!" Owen pointed to the old man in the wheelchair, "Old man, take this seriously and don't avoid such a fun game!"

"A game? Owen, you... are like a murderer hiding among the onlookers at a crime scene," Bernice questioned, "Does the bizarre event excite you?"

"I am most pleased to see all of you struggling to come up with strategies," Owen's comical mask trembled slightly, "If we liken the bizarre event to a game, then you have a group of serious teammates. Isn't it an interesting and wonderful thing?"

"Hey, I haven't heard of any game where people actually die!" Fours Eyes retorted.

Owen laughed, "Anyone here not afraid of death? Raise your hand. Oriko can exclude herself, I know you and I both don't feel death."

Oriko appeared to be drunk, lost in thought.

The nun clasped her hands together and placed them on her chest, softly chanting, "They are all fake, all fake."

No one raised their hand.

"Well then, those who are afraid of death, please raise your hand!"

Empty raised the abacus in his hand, "This humble monk fears death and cherishes life greatly, alas, how painful!"

"What about the others?"

"We are just ordinary people who find it difficult to choose sides," Fours Eyes said, "So what does being afraid of death have to do with solving the bizarre event? We are currently discussing the cause and effect of the bizarre event, and you've gone off track."

"Mindset is a very important factor. I hope all of you can risk your lives and face this game. In my experience with bizarre events, there is always a pattern: the more one cherishes life, the shorter it is. Hehe, those who fear death can pay a price in exchange for my help."

Empty stroked his half-white goat beard and shook his head with a sigh, "This humble monk wants to have some fun before dying. Which bodhisattva is willing to fulfill this humble monk's wish? In the next life, this humble monk is willing to be an ox or a horse to repay this favor."

"Cough, cough, let's return to the original topic," Old Mo corrected the increasingly skewed discussion, "Let's talk about history in reality and see if we can prove that we come from the same world line. Although I haven't encountered authors from other world lines."

"That's easy, just pick a country and analyze its historical changes over several centuries, then compare with others."

It turned out that, except for Oriko, all the authors came from the same world line; at least their human history matched completely.

The lone Night Paper also expressed no issues.

The other authors started to find Oriko increasingly suspicious, especially since none of them had encountered authors from different timelines.

"I am not sure of the reason we have come to this bizarre event, if there is one, cough... it can only be related to the research I have been conducting," Simpson said before anyone could ask further, "I have been studying biopatterns and the mechanism of that website... as well as some... mysterious things. If anyone needs, we can discuss it privately."

"This humble monk has completed the book."

"Completed? The book on the website?"

"Exactly."

"Dare you? I heard that all the authors, whether eunuchs or those who completed their novels, have disappeared!" Four-eyed exclaimed in shock.

"It's a matter of being free-spirited. I don't like being restricted, so I completed my novel... Perhaps, they also disappeared into this world."

"I don't want to reveal my experiences. All I can say is that there is no space for discussion." Night Paper abruptly shut down any thoughts others had of sharing.

There was a slight awkward silence.

"...After efficient and harmonious discussions, we have reached this result! We all come from the same world, but we entered the bizarre world at different times, with only the latest entry being the singularity," Four-eyed looked at Xu Fang. "About the rules you mentioned before, is it inherent to the singularity that it won't clear memories, or is it triggered by the condition 'latest entry'? Is there a possibility of sudden change?"

"Uncertain. Previously, I thought it was a setting, but the way you put it, it could indeed be triggered by a condition."

"If it's triggered by a condition, that would be troublesome. It would be difficult to pass down memories stably."

"I propose that 'preserving memories' be the main task before the next cycle," Old Mo said, "Having the rules awaken us is both troublesome and time-consuming. Each cycle only lasts for seven days, while 'loading saved data' takes up five days, which is unreasonable."

"I have a small suggestion. Can we be awakened without killing? After all, I still prefer my own appearance, handsome like Pan An," Night Paper offered.

"I agree," Bernice raised her prosthetic limb, "Agree with the first half of what she said."

Simpson also expressed his agreement.

Xu Fang had seen the transformed forms of the authors, and most of them were completely different from their original images.

After changing their appearances, the authors became beautiful men and women. It seemed that everyone had a desire for beauty.

Of course, there were a few odd ones: no need to mention the ones with black frames. The nameless author continued to have a disfigured appearance before and after the transformation, with no change. Yuan Yizi had transformed into a furry creature, with 80% of her body covered in fur.

Owen somehow managed to become a server. Isn't that giving up on being a carbon-based lifeform?

"As for the next main task, it is to explore this world and find the patterns to solve the bizarre events," Old Mo said.

"What will be our mode of operation?" Bernice asked, "Individual or team?"

"We are a group of over ten authors. It would be inconvenient and inefficient to act together. I suggest forming teams of 2-4 authors, with different teams maintaining contact and sharing information. If one team encounters danger, other authors should provide full support..."

Bernice interrupted, "How can we support without any props?"

"If you're in desperate need, I can help put out your fire," Empty Void chuckled.

"Your harassment makes me uncomfortable."

"Alright, time is pressing. We need progress before the next cycle. Let's form teams and each can state their needs... The teams are not fixed and can be changed at any time." Four-eyed looked at Empty Void. "Daoist, we are both from the same place. How about joining forces?"

Empty Void wiped his dirty Taoist robe with his hand and shook hands with Four-eyed, saying, "Being insignificant, I'm grateful for your kindness."

Night Paper stood up and said, "You do as you please. I will act alone and do not need to cooperate with anyone."

"Alone? That doesn't seem good."

"We each take what we need. Besides information, I don't need anything from others. They would only be a burden to me," Night Paper said coldly, "Furthermore, I don't trust any of you. Who knows if there are malicious people among you? You, you, you? Or you?"

Night Paper pointed at Sister, Bernice, Owen, and others without hesitation.

"You're also an author, right? Since you're the author, you should know what happens to people who split up in the script, right?" Bernice said, "Since this bizarre event has so many authors, we need to cooperate to find a way out!"

Unable to see Night Paper's expression, only the barrenness and heaviness in his one eye, he calmly said, "I've been lonely for a long time and have gotten used to carrying the weight in the darkness. Even if I die, I won't cause any trouble for you. On the contrary, even if all of you give up, I will find a way out on my own... Goodbye."

Night Paper picked up his bag and walked out of the basement door.

"This guy has a story." Emptiness pulled out a fan from somewhere and lamented, "But he's not a bad person."

"Elder, Old Mo and Simpson, the two intellectuals, have also formed a team. Let's form a team of four with them and follow the elder. We won't go wrong," Four Eyes suggested to Emptiness.

"Gladly."

"Not afraid of death, want to do something together?" Owen extended an invitation to Yuan Yizi to join his team.

Yuan Yizi neither accepted nor refused, only smiled slightly, revealing a meaningful expression.

"Well, if you're interested, contact me anytime." Owen left a note with his contact information and then walked away.

Bernice looked at Xu Fang, twisted her prosthetic limb and moved closer, seeming to have an invitation as well.

But at that moment, the black frame next to Xu Fang suddenly fell over.

Xu Fang reacted quickly and swiftly supported the shoulder of the black frame.

"Asleep?"

Although the black frame was wrapped in a mess of garbled characters, Xu Fang sensed its physical condition.

"What... happened to it? Is it injured?" Bernice asked concernedly.

"Probably just tired. I'll take him to rest. You all take care." Xu Fang nodded to the authors.

Dragging the black frame, which was sleeping like a dead fish, Xu Fang left the basement and entered the temporary rest room on the first floor, placing the black frame on the bed.

Xu Fang guessed that the black frame had just used its ability again.

Sleep was probably the price the black frame paid for using its ability. As for what the ability of the black frame was, Xu Fang didn't know and didn't ask.

The other authors didn't ask either. Some cards can never be revealed, and that's the understanding among authors.

Now, Xu Fang could calm down and sort out his thoughts.

Each of these authors is complex.

Owen with a funny mask always speaks in an excited tone, but judging from the speed at which his blood flows, he is a person with a quite calm mind.

Take, for example, the ordinary bespectacled young man. Xu Fang saw a dense mosaic in him, indicating that Four Eyes posed a high threat level.

Then there's Sister, who is the opposite of Owen, appearing calm on the surface but with the fastest heartbeat, active arteries in the brain. Clearly, she is thinking fast. Initially, Xu Fang thought there was something wrong with Sister's mind, but after observing for a while, Xu Fang realized that genius and madness are only one step away from each other.

Yuan Yizi is a complete mist, impossible to see what she wants to do. From her words and actions that differ from the crowd, she doesn't seem like someone to provoke.

Emptiness has many strange things on him. Xu Fang sees unusual energy fluctuations with the Devil's Eye. This old Taoist seems to have some skills.

The young man named Night Paper, his skeletal structure is not like that of a human, and his brain is filled with liquid. A thought organ formed by a liquid neural network? Is he even human?

Bernice, despite being disabled, exudes a welcoming vibe that draws people towards her. Yet Xu Fang discovers that she has an uncanny control over her disabled body, maneuvering clumsily with her prosthetic limbs yet still walking with agility. One cannot help but question her profession.

Simpson, sitting in the wheelchair, seems to react the most "normally." One wonders if he has truly been an author for over twenty years.

Moulton, hailing from the elite class of humans, effortlessly interacts with the numerous authors. Clearly, he is accustomed to this mode of communication in the real world and holds a certain social status.

Lastly, what astonishes Xu Fang is the insignificant presence of the unnamed person, emmm, this person's presence is incredibly faint, yet their Force of Existence is not weak... a contradictory sensation.

So many authors trapped in this world indirectly demonstrate the high difficulty level of this bizarre event. But these peculiar authors give Xu Fang confidence, perhaps some deity can easily win the game?

Of course, one must remain vigilant and cautious. Dealing with so many authors, Xu Fang must be careful.

...

"Knock, knock..."

At this moment, the door to the rest area is knocked on. From the outline of golden light, it is clear that a petite female author stands outside.

Xu Fang opens the door.

Yuan Yizi is standing at the doorway, with water droplets on her face, seemingly awakened by cold water. Her cheeks carry a slight flush of drunkenness, and her hair is a bit messy. She appears disheveled, her dress a bit damp, probably soaked in beer. She is also missing a shoe, and her white sock is dirty.

"What do you want?"

"Finally found you... Xu Fang, I thought you had already left," Yuan Yizi says pleasantly surprised.

"Not yet, I'm waiting for the black frame to wake up."

"Can I join you guys? I promise I won't cause any trouble!"

"I refuse."

"Eh, why?!"

"Because your personality has changed. You are like a different person now."

Swoosh—

Yuan Yizi smoothly kneels before Xu Fang, sticking her butt out and extending her arms straight, looking up at Xu Fang with tearful eyes in a submissive posture. "Wuwu, I'm really sorry for being so arrogant before. Please don't hurt me! I was drunk back then!"

"......?"

"As soon as I thought about meeting dozens of ruthless fellow authors, my legs couldn't stop trembling. I couldn't stand up and could only lay on the ground!"

Xu Fang blinks and scrutinizes the girl, finding it difficult to connect this cute and silly girl with the emotionless JK.

"How long have you been an author?"

"T-Three months!"

"If you're scared, you don't have to come."

"If I don't come, I'll definitely be isolated! Then I'll be killed..."

"Why not wear a mask?"

"...I don't have experience. If I knew, I wouldn't have bought alcohol... I bought over a dozen cans, thinking about pleasing my seniors, but they were so cold towards me, which scared me and I ended up drinking by myself. After a few cans, I got drunk... I vaguely remember saying something ominous."

"You said you've lived for over three to four hundred years, originating from another world line, and your interest is observing humans."

Yuan Yizi covers her face, unwilling to face reality.

"You said in that world line, there was no World War II, and humans were researching antimatter."

"Ah, ah, ah..."

"You even called out the name of that website, and the other authors said you would receive special attention from the website."

"Abba abba abba abba..."

Yuan Yizi's brain crashed, and she actually fainted directly.