Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1310 - 1306: Mingxi · "Noel.

"Is Dad okay?"

"He... he’s fine."

"Does he still play chess every day? He’s such a rotten chess player, always reneging on moves and cheating. I bet he’s still the same."

"...Yes."

"Was he very upset when I left?"

"Sometimes he looks at your photos, from when you were a baby until you went to school."

Su Ming’an chatted with Zhao Mingming for a while; she was originally a bloodthirsty "anomaly," her red dress constantly dripping blood, yet she cried the whole time in front of him.

Until Su Ming’an glanced at the time, two hours left before dawn, and said goodbye to her. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"I should be going, Zhao Mingming."

"Hmm." The girl wiped her blood-stained tears and saw him off.

She stood alone under the slanted moonlight from the window, her red dress fluttering, her lively appearance seemed from another world. Su Ming’an walked out a few steps and suddenly returned: "Will you leave here?"

Zhao Mingming revealed her white teeth: "I will wait here for you, after you’re done, you must come back."

Su Ming’an nodded, waved his hand, and left.

Just after exiting the restroom, he bumped into an acquaintance. In the mottled moonlight, shadows of trees were dense, and a blonde youth stood in front of a portrait, his jade-like eyes quietly gazing at the image.

"...Liujin?" Hui Bei turned his head, showing a smile: "Finally found you. My role is a laboratory researcher, do you want to check out my lab?"

Su Ming’an looked at Hui Bei’s feet, the shadow was normal, it should be him: "Okay."

Su Ming’an and Hui Bei left the school building; the laboratory building was right next to it. Su Ming’an didn’t see that the moment he stepped out of the school building, the portrait Hui Bei was looking at fell down, revealing the small words hidden behind:

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[Rule 22: If someone claiming to be a researcher invites you into a lab, do not accept! Do not accept! Do not accept!]

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Upon arriving at the laboratory, Hui Bei used a magnetic card to open the door, put on a lab coat, wore a mask, and even carefully disinfected the cloth doll in his hands. Su Ming’an watched this series of very professional actions, and asked: "Do I need to do the same?"

Hui Bei softened his smile: "No need."

His smile seemed to say that only researchers needed to do so, lab specimens did not.

Various glass jars were placed inside, many precise instruments that Su Ming’an could not recognize, yet Hui Bei checked them with ease. Remembering Hui Bei’s mentor identity, Su Ming’an suddenly showed a relieved smile.

"You can sit here and rest, I’ll go find some food, be back soon." Hui Bei walked to an experimental bed and gestured for Su Ming’an to sit down.

Considering the Supreme Lord’s spoilers of Hui Bei peeling Su Ming’an’s skin as a tragic ending, Su Ming’an could immediately see through Hui Bei’s intentions. But Su Ming’an kindly smiled and pointed to the chairs beside them: "Aren’t there seats over there?"

Hui Bei shook his head: "The seats over there haven’t been cleaned for a long time. I just wiped down the experimental bed, it’s very clean."

Such a lame excuse, only suitable for deceiving a naive Jellyfish.

Yet Su Ming’an seemed oblivious, and sat on the experimental bed.

Hui Bei satisfiedly left, instructing Su Ming’an not to run around as he would soon bring back food, his tone like a wolf grandmother deceiving a naive Jellyfish.

The "naive Jellyfish" also kindly smiled.

As soon as Hui Bei left, Su Ming’an stood up instantly and ran around the room freely. Touching this, dismantling that, turning everything upside down.

Through the "Clue Insight (Purple Grade)" divine skill, Su Ming’an found an archive room, and really turned up something important. As soon as he got it, he knew it was a huge discovery.

—The owner of the file folder was written as "Sique."

He ripped open the bag, most of the papers were already damaged; the writing was blurry due to the long passage of time, with only some parts readable.

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[Record of the 28,191st attempt.]

[Another failure. The "Narrative Pen" ultimately cannot compare to the real Divine Authority, even if it captures stories with tightly-linked molecular chains, it cannot withstand the imprint of the unique real spacetime anchor point.]

[Reverting twisted time turns out to be so difficult.]

[...]

[Record of the 34,211th attempt.]

[Failure. However, this time, the "Narrative Pen" achieved a historic breakthrough, retracing about 0.1 microseconds of time, though insignificant, it at least shows our experimental direction is correct.]

[...]

[Record of the 41,928th attempt.]

[Inspired by the "single electron double slit experiment" and "Schrödinger’s cat" theory, Ran Bo proposed, if we want to rival the true Divine Authority—Time Retrospection, the current "Narrative Pen" is far from enough.]

[Perhaps one day, it can become an alternative time authority. However, its triggering method is not active, but possibly passive.]

...

[Record of the 52,617th attempt.]

[Inspiration hit my mind from notes left by Qiao.]

[—"Narrative Pen" as a dead object has a mechanism that’s rigid and passive. But what if we combine the "Narrative Mirror" with a person? From then on, time can be manipulated, corrected, and retreated by humans.]

[As for the candidate, it has to be someone with a steadfast will, no matter the temporal shifts, possible branches, this person must maintain enduring determination, preventing being lost to desires within the time flow.]

...

[Record of the 62,718th attempt.]

[Today, I found a notebook from the early First Epoch.]

[It turns out Luowasha was not a complete planet but half of one. As for the reason, people of that era didn’t know either.]

[Half a planet couldn’t last long, so after eternal wandering in the universe, Luowasha found another complete habitable planet and decided to collectively migrate to the new planet.]

[And the World Tree was on that complete planet.]

[It’s an interesting history, unfortunately, the notes are incomplete, I don’t know how people of that time managed to migrate successfully.]

[Saw an interesting story today, and to reward myself, I might need a cup of tea from San Ridge, a sugar cube, forty degrees temperature.]

...

[You have obtained the archive regarding the "First Epoch."]

[ (TE2·"They have waited too long for redemption") Perfect Completion Progress: 68% ]

...

Su Ming’an finished reading the archive and turned into the head of Cosmic Cat.

...The First Epoch?

But he had read the story of Sique as a child—Sique was a magpie born in the Second Epoch, growing up in a village, taken to the Royal City by Qiao at a young age. Why would Sique conduct experiments in the First Epoch?

There is also "Ran Bo" mentioned in the archive. Su Ming’an had seen this scientist in the Undead Territory. The Ran Bo in the archives couldn’t possibly be the Ran Bo of the Fourth Epoch.

"...Time." Su Ming’an’s sight fell on this term. It seemed Sique was manipulating artificial time authority. Could this be what caused the time flow to become chaotic? Bringing people from the First Epoch into the Fourth Epoch? His "perspective switch" mechanism was probably the handiwork of this, capable of jumping through time.

Thinking about Sique’s riddles, Su Ming’an again felt the urge to use his hand to caress Sique. He rummaged through the archive room, but most of the papers were completely damaged.

He left the archive room and suddenly heard a noise from the next room.

——It was a tightly locked room, with a heavy iron door, like it was holding some terrifying monster.

He approached the iron door and heard human voices:

"...The subject’s condition is not good, he should be fed, he hasn’t eaten for seven days."

"...No, we need to observe his cellular growth under extreme conditions... To pursue the secret of eternal life, we must consider every situation."

"...Alright. His growth has stopped for more than a year; his height, weight, appearance, hardly changed. This shows that our experimental direction is correct,"

"...More than a year? Without noticing, he’s been our subject for so long? Experiencing these brutal experiments day in and day out, high-pressure tests, water deprivation experiments, limb regeneration experiments... This kid is really resilient; his desire to survive is always strong, while other subjects collapsed after a few days."

"You’re not feeling pity, are you, Old Qin?"

"No, I just... find it interesting... hahahah... his resilience fuels my curiosity even more. I’m eager to dissect him and observe every part inside."

"We did such a thing half a year ago. Your memory is poor; the ground was covered with blood at that time, some meat pieces even seeped into the sewer."

"Oh, oh, right... What you said makes me hungry, Aizeke, stop cutting his fingers, it doesn’t taste good, we should have a proper lunch."

The chilling conversation stopped, the footsteps faded away, and silence returned on the other side of the iron door.

Su Ming’an was sure no one was on the other side of the iron door, so he used Spatial Displacement to enter the iron door. What met his eyes was a ghastly scene that froze his expression.

——A hellish scene of blood and flesh everywhere.

It was like a slaughterhouse, not a laboratory. Scarlet, vermilion, crimson... dried, not dried... patches and pieces of blood stains covered the floor. The smell of blood was overwhelming, making one want to vomit.

Even Su Ming’an, who was used to the smell of blood, found it hard to bear; the scene was chilling, making one’s scalp tingle. Nearby were glass jars with organs inside, all identical, as if taken from the same body. Dozens of livers, dozens of lungs, countless fingers...

This shouldn’t be Sique’s experiments, Sique couldn’t do such a thing; this probably was another laboratory.

A child lay on the experiment bed, locked onto the bed. Due to the pain, the child hugged his knees, curling up tightly, his forehead pressed against his knees as if to bury himself away.

Beautiful, thick, long golden hair flowed down his smooth back, like a soft blanket, wrapping around his small frame.

——Su Ming’an’s heartbeat skipped a beat.

He realized in an instant who the child was.

"..."

The child heard footsteps, but he didn’t lift his head; he knew that once someone approached him, another nightmare of pain would arrive. He remained motionless, too weak from hunger, his throat burning with pain.

Until a handful of water was brought close to him.

The child slowly lifted his head; his eyes were as beautiful as the blue sky and sea, yet his face was marked with scars from surgical stitches, clashing with his delicate face.

——In his eyes, a white-haired boy offered water, his golden eyes like the sunrise. The dim surrounding light made the visitor appear as a dazzling gleam.

When Kando fell into despair, in the bloody hell, a spider’s thread dropped down.

"...Even after going through such things, when I ask you if you were in pain as a child... would you still show me a smile?"

The words, incomprehensible to the child, escaped hastily from the white-haired boy’s mouth.

Despite his severe thirst, the child didn’t drink the water; instead, he watched the white-haired boy warily, his blue eyes full of alertness and contemplation.

Su Ming’an realized he had misunderstood.

——The underlying story of Mingxi campus wasn’t just about him. There was also... Noel.

He had thought about how painful Noel’s childhood experiments must have been, but he didn’t expect... it to be this painful. Dismembered, bled, repeatedly on the brink of death... How small was this child? Most people would likely be tormented by such a dark childhood their entire lives. Yet despite such darkness, Noel grew up to become a Little Sun.

Blazing like a fire, dazzling like a sunbeam.

Su Ming’an, looking at the scarred Noel, suddenly understood why Noel conducted human experiments on the children of the Main God World, enhancing their physique and strength. People cursed Noel, accusing him of exploiting children, but his experiments were clearly voluntary.

Because he once was trapped in hell and couldn’t resist, he wanted to give children the ability to fight back.

Because he once underwent brutal experiments, experiencing physical pain on the brink of collapse, when it was his turn to wield the surgical knife, he had long researched painless surgical methods.

If Noel had, before being captured into the laboratory, another "Noel" performing human experimentation to give him power—such a tragedy wouldn’t have happened.

This can’t be considered right, but also can’t be considered wrong.

"I will take you away." Su Ming’an intended to carry Noel but awkwardly found Little Su on his back, so he adjusted the straps, one on the left, one on the right.

Little Su felt quite cool, refreshing in the summer heat.

Noel felt cool too, his skin almost devoid of temperature, making it comfortable to carry.

But as Su Ming’an stepped out of the laboratory, the aura behind him suddenly vanished, Noel transforming into a corpse in a moment, cold against his back. Golden strands of hair clung to his neck, drooping disheartedly.

As if signifying, all Su Ming’an witnessed was merely an "anomaly."

Everything that had happened was in the past; Noel endured pain over a long time, and back then, no one saved Noel, nor would anyone now.

Su Ming’an, carrying two bodies, seemed to feel a cold rain from the past of the two behind him, fall upon him.

"...Liujin, why are you standing over there?" Hui Bei appeared at the door, smiling, carrying some black plastic bags:

"Just now... you didn’t run off, did you?"