Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1294 - 1290: Supreme Lord
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Blank.
An endless expanse of white, Su Ming’an floating in pure white, his hair and robe lifted without the control of gravity.
He feels unprecedented relaxation, as if finally freed from shackles, his consciousness falling asleep in descent.
If Luowasha is a game, the Main God World is also a game, and they are undergoing fusion, he is now at the connecting point between them, an unrendered blank.
... The Fun Demon originally intended to trap him in this sort of place, unable to go to Luowasha, unable to return to the Main God World.
He was about to use his trump card, but then saw the scene in front of him change.
No longer a void, but a variety of scenes.
He saw in the initial Red Tower Kingdom, himself walking out of a room, riding the Cat Car with Hui Bai to visit the Divination House. He had just sat down when the Shrine Maiden of the Divination House stabbed a dagger through his chest, his heart bloodily dug out. After he collapsed, the Shrine Maiden and Hui Bai high-fived, the Shrine Maiden laughed and said: "Thanks to you for bringing him here."
He saw in the first level of the Disciple Game, he did not choose Xi Li, but chose Hui Bei, and as they traveled together, Hui Bei bashfully said: "I like playing with dolls, you might think it’s a bit odd, it’s my personal hobby though, I hope you don’t mind... By the way, would you like your own doll?" He nodded, and the next moment, Hui Bei peeled his skin to make a doll.
He saw on the World Chessboard, he and Wu Yi were assigned the same page of the book, the grinning Wu Yi suddenly showed his true nature, yanking his collar to shout: "--- It’s all you! All because of you! You, the Creator of the Disciple Game, you damn conspirator! Do you know how long I’ve endured humiliation to seize this opportunity, I will kill you---!" Then, his neck chilled, Wu Yi held his head, smiling sinisterly.
He saw in the World Master’s palace, he failed to exchange signals with the World Master, the World Master’s expression hardened, then suddenly smiled saying: "I’ve thought of a better cooperation method... Hui Chi, come here." Hui Chi came over, suddenly activated the Sealing Magic Formation beneath Su Ming’an, the unconscious him was pushed onto an experimental platform, undergoing various experiments. Soul experiments, pain experiments, death experiments... until he succumbed, dead.
He saw in the second level of the Disciple Game, he encountered Qi Zhou. Qi Zhou led him to the trap of the mechanical Mother Goddess, coldly watched him sliced and died, blandly said: "... It’s just so-so."
He saw in the Undead Territory, he didn’t switch accounts to let Sique substitute, the Goddess of Life imprisoned him, forced him to swallow sedatives, and trapped him in the dream of the Lord of the End of All Things, letting him be demonized and polluted.
He saw...
He saw...
He also saw...
Mostly, these were tragedies caused by wrong decisions, mishandling, poor timing control. Just a tiny error leading to drastically different outcomes.
Qianqin, Xi Li, Wu Yi, Qi Zhou, Xiao Bai, Hui Bei.
Ian, Huan Jiala, Xi Ting, Xi Ge, Bairan, Shi Ying, Tian Yu, World Master.
Hui Bai, Hui Mo, Hui Chi, Hui Zi.
One by one, the figures flashed across these scenes. Sometimes they were friends, sometimes life-and-death companions, sometimes enemies... Even in the previous scene, they were laughing and smiling with him, in the next similar yet different scene, they stabbed a blade into his chest, faces full of hatred.
As if woven into a complex web, tug a corner, all spider threads tremble.
Finally, the largest scene appeared before him.
Under the wisteria, a purple-haired youth drinking red tea, in front a plate of seven-colored macarons, a plate of strawberry cream pudding, a plate of chocolate mousse.
These represent the lines of pirate World Game, World Master line, World Tree line.
"Choose, your path." The purple-haired youth clasped his fingers, tilting fingertips toward the dishes. In this picture, Su Ming’an did not see Sique’s fingertip point to himself, Sique did not offer a fourth option.
Thus, in this picture, Su Ming’an methodically chose one among the three.
Choosing seven-colored macarons, Sique introduced Su Ming’an to Boss Tu, who warmly welcomed Su Ming’an, eagerly sharing the construction principle, instance information, methods to counter the World Game. During this time, Su Ming’an met many interesting friends, timid with cunning Siyi, socially anxious yet proud Yu Zhi, intellectual and elegant Flax... They spent a very tender time, each creator bursting with inspiration, ideas sparking, like a group of youthful game startups, everyone brimming with vitality, patching up and brightening the instance stories, determined to create the best game.
This line distanced itself from Luowasha’s disputes, also from the threat of the Lord of the End of All Things, a dozen people together, striving daily to perfect the game. Su Ming’an also harvested laughter and tears among them, joyful like the initial Acto.
... Until at last, a red sun abruptly descended, all friends lost their ground, dying one after another. Even those like Noel and Yuanyuan were long since reduced to bones.
Su Ming’an held his friends’ bones and remains, collapsed into laughter.
This picture froze here.
Choosing strawberry cream pudding, Sique gave Su Ming’an a token, telling him to find the World Master. Upon seeing the token, the World Master’s attitude visibly improved, treating Su Ming’an not just as a mere collaborator, but more like a friend.
The two researched everything about players, player panels, reward mechanisms, perfect pass task chains... The World Master was extremely wise, while Su Ming’an cooperated with his player mindset, their collaboration happy, gradually becoming friends who spoke of everything. The World Master vaguely understood Su Ming’an’s Death Rebound, with an empathetic air, somewhat like a second-generation Noel.
When the Demonization Crisis fully erupted, the World Master had already explored methods to evade eradication, even the rules of the World Game couldn’t immediately kill them. More and more people joined seeking refuge, the World Master’s power growing stronger day by day, even rivaling the World Tree.
Finally, the red sun descended once more. This line fared far better than the previous one, the prepared World Master and Su Ming’an presented props to evade eradication, protecting the people. The World Master proposed, as long as the World Tree was torn down, this disaster would end completely, everything could return to stability, Su Ming’an could also absorb negative emotions from these dozen days, transcending to High Dimensions.
In the embrace of the crowd, Su Ming’an, as a Brave, embarked on the journey.
Enduring a long and arduous journey, Su Ming’an returned covered in scars, victorious.
He was about to joyfully tell the people of the happy news, but found everyone had already become bones, the props to evade eradication failing inexplicably. Under the red sun, the ground was strewn with wraiths.
Su Ming’an held their bones and remains, collapsed into laughter.
This picture froze.
Choosing chocolate mousse, Sique softly sighed, helping Su Ming’an contact the World Tree.
Su Ming’an was reborn as a member of the Rin Clan, becoming the protagonist of Luowasha, slaying strong foes, conquering gods along the way, constantly strengthening himself, experiencing many dangers, yet persistently advancing through challenges.
Until the end, the protagonist Su Ming’an and his companions faced the final boss, the God of the End of All Things, swung a sword—
The red sun happened to descend at that moment, the bloody red background resembling sunset, casting shadows long.
The scene freezes here.
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"Whoa—whoa—whoa—"
Countless scenes unfold before Su Ming’an’s eyes, 80% of them depicting his death scenarios. Stabbed to death, heart excavated, pushed off a cliff, experimented on, burned away...
Those NPCs also play different roles in these varied endings—friends, comrades, true friends, archenemies... Though they are the same individuals, their behaviors differ drastically in different circumstances.
"Tap, tap, tap."
At the end of the white expanse, a figure slowly appears, entirely white, surrounded by a hazy halo.
This is the gap between worlds. Su Ming’an can see so many scenes, clearly the work of this person.
"...Did you see that, those futures?" The figure speaks, the voice indistinguishable as male or female, seeming to be a pure concept.
Su Ming’an drifts forward, like a lone leaf in the ocean, weightless and without direction.
"These are countless possibilities I once foresaw. You could understand them as draft plots or potential story directions." The figure says:
"However, your actions at key nodes have nullified these trajectories."
"Even the slightest deviation... and you wouldn’t have reached this point."
Su Ming’an raised his eyes: "Are you the Supreme Lord Tosolius?"
This person doesn’t give him the impression of the autocratic aura of the World Tree, nor like Sique, nor the sinister vibe of the Master of the End of All Things, only the Supreme Lord remains.
The figure pauses. Without a face, Su Ming’an cannot discern their emotion.
Su Ming’an says: "Siyi is the Supreme Lord of the Daylight Floating City, Shen Xue is the Supreme Lord of Mingxi Campus, they are the creators of their respective stories. So logically, Luowasha’s Supreme Lord implies Luowasha’s creator. But Luowasha’s positional rank is so high, even able to clash with the World Game... So I assume Luowasha’s Supreme Lord is merely one of Luowasha’s original creators; they cannot create Luowasha alone, but due to deep qualifications, extended age, or other reasons, they’ve acquired the title of Supreme Lord."
The figure laughs lightly: "You’re very smart."
...That’s all correct.
"What do those endings mean?" Su Ming’an says: "I saw an ending where I was killed by Hui Bai right after the start, and another where Wu Yi suddenly turned against me... It all seems so inexplicable, illogical. Did you craft these?"
The figure says:
"No, all are real possibilities."
"What you call ’inexplicable’ and ’illogical’ is simply because you don’t understand the background and motives driving them to such actions. In reality, every act is deeply rational."
"All scenes are built upon a logical foundation, completely probable occurrences."
"If you make a wrong move, even just slightly wrong... you might end up facing those tragic endings."
"Take Hui Bai, for example. Actually, before you even awoke at the start, Hui Bai had already agreed in advance with the Shrine Maiden at the Divination House. He would pretend to take you on a tour of the Royal City but lead you into the Divination House. At his signal, the Shrine Maiden would excavate your heart, and he would leave Red Tower with it. However, perhaps due to some interactions with him at the start, he changed his mind, suddenly abandoned the plan, didn’t signal the Shrine Maiden, so the Shrine Maiden politely completed the entire divination ritual for you and saw you off."
"Similarly with Wu Yi, perhaps you don’t understand him yet. But he indeed came seeking you with intense hatred. If the dice rolled on the World chessboard even slightly altered, you might have ended up on the same page with him, and his attempt to kill you would have truly taken place. But you were lucky enough to narrowly miss him."
"So, do you understand?"
"—[You narrowly missed, within just these short four days... dying thousands upon thousands of times, Su Ming’an.]"
Su Ming’an’s pupils shrink slightly.
...All scenes are realistically possible occurrences.
Hence, Hui Bai, always smiling warmly, initially wanted to kill him. Hui Bei, seeming affable, actually always wanted to turn him into a doll. Wu Yi, laughing and joking, approached him with murderous intent. The World Master’s gentle facade concealed a face-ripping killing strike. Even Qi Zhou, the Goddess of Life...
"..." Su Ming’an suddenly felt fearful.
The opening six choices, rather than choosing a strategy target,
—it seemed more like he was choosing the manner of death, and who would kill him.
Select Hui Bei, death by skinning.
Select Wu Yi, death by decapitation.
Select Xiao Bai, death by burning.
Select Qi Zhou, death by stabbing.
So his assumed relaxing holiday start... was always filled with killers behind the scenes. They only changed their minds due to some deviations, which kept him safe until today.
And he never noticed, these deaths he narrowly avoided.
"How miraculous." The figure remarked:
"You always make the best choices, avoiding the most terrifying conclusions, always surviving against all odds."
"True death always narrowly misses you, even if only by a slight margin... you still turn crises into newfound safety, keeping the adventure ongoing."
"Even when you approach death infinitely close, you never fully close your eyes."
"Why is that?" Su Ming’an cannot help but ask.
The figure pauses briefly, then laughs:
"—Because if you truly died, ’Observation’ would cease. The Single Electron Double Slit Experiment would end, everything would turn into void."
"The anchor of the story has always been upon you."
"And you’re a person delicate to the extreme, yet enduring to the utmost, Su Ming’an."
