Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1311 - 1307: Mingxi · “Little Su Popsicle”
Su Ming’an’s face was as usual, and the two stiff corpses behind him stood out like ice pops.
"I didn’t run around, did you bring food back?" Su Ming’an asked kindly.
"Yes, I brought some food." Hui Bei handed over the black plastic bag in his left hand.
Su Ming’an opened it to take a look; it was full of little fish and shrimp that jellyfish loved to eat, carrying a whiff of the ocean. He looked up and noticed that Hui Bei was also holding a large plastic bag in his right hand, and asked: "What’s inside that?"
Hui Bei smiled: "It’s a magical tool that we’ll use soon."
He placed the plastic bag by the side of the operating bed, with a slight metallic sheen peeking out, seemingly filled with various instruments. Then he put on a white coat, sterilized the scalpel, and rummaged through the cabinet for needles and thread...
"Maybe I should just head back." Su Ming’an had a feeling like he was watching meal preparation.
"...You don’t need to go back, it’s safe here." Hui Bei put on white gloves.
"I’m not interested in becoming a doll," Su Ming’an said bluntly.
Upon hearing this, Hui Bei’s jade-like eyes widened for a moment. He hadn’t expected Su Ming’an to have already met the Supreme Lord and knew their little schemes inside out.
But he didn’t show any panic, instead, he calmly said: "It seems you have a bit of a misunderstanding about me. I am a serious mentor, and I won’t lay a hand on students."
Su Ming’an smiled like a soybean.
"I invited you here to show you a Memory Clip that I found in the lab and didn’t touch." Hui Bei beckoned: "Should be useful to you, come on over."
Su Ming’an followed suspiciously.
The coldness behind him grew stronger, as if Little Su’s corpse was starting to stiffen, like a summer cooling popsicle, considering Little Su’s clothing color, resembling a little pudding wrapped in red bean ice. Noel was more like a mango shell milk ice.
Su Ming’an hoped that before finding a method for rebirth, the popsicle wouldn’t melt away.
"Here it is." Hui Bei pointed to the corner of the lab, where a slightly glowing Memory Clip lay on the ground.
According to scientist Ran Bo’s theory, the essential nature of a Memory Clip is an observation anchor, the moment when an outsider casts their gaze as electrons pass through a double slit, it can also be understood as unformed film. They are auto-generated, for example, Su Ming’an received quite a few auto-generated Memory Clips along his journey, they all appeared out of nowhere in his palm.
But not all Memory Clips fall into the hands of creators, some Memory Clips are generated in the distant Long River of Time, like automatically recorded history. They appear quietly without needing human interference.
Luowasha’s archaeology flourishes precisely because while exploring relics from millions of years ago, people occasionally find some Memory Clips, allowing them to know about things from long ago just by looking at the clips, without painstakingly studying ancient relics with a magnifying glass.
Memory Clips are "living history."
This Memory Clip on the ground was likely generated in an early-era lab. Its hidden position had kept it undiscovered.
Su Ming’an pulled a stool over and sat down, reaching out his hand to touch the Memory Clip. He wanted to see what kind of history this clip contained—
At the very last moment before entering the Memory Clip, he saw Hui Bei smiling beside him, taking out a Binding Ribbon.
...
A middle-aged man sat at the table.
With slender hands, he held a pen, writing eloquent lines on the manuscript paper. Even though his clothes were shabby, his eyes seemed to glow when he was engrossed in creation.
This was a true artist’s mindset.
However, his immersion was soon shattered by the noise outside the window.
"—Get out, you who slander Sique!!"
"—Who allowed you to slander Sique, Lin Hejin, how long do you plan to hide, you coward!"
"—Get out!"
The clamorous voices were like heavy hammers, causing him pain as he covered his ears, pulling the curtains tighter to escape these sounds.
However, the knocking at the door soon began. Growing louder and more intense, as if it wouldn’t stop until he opened the door.
He was forced to open the door, the flashlights stung his eyes, and microphones jabbed at him like long and short rifles, the reporters eagerly wanting to extract information from him.
"Mr. Lin, regarding your previous speech at the Creation Banquet—your immediate questioning of Sique’s creative logic about the ’Goddess of Life Lotasha,’ followed by the security escorting you out. A week has passed since, do you have anything to say?" The crew-cut reporter in the front reached out, almost poking the microphone into his nose.
Lin Hejin’s lips parted slightly, releasing a hoarse voice: "Indeed there is such a matter, but..."
But he wanted to say it wasn’t that exaggerated.
He was a creator, passionate about writing and reading. Recently, Luowasha’s significantly famous creator Sique published a new piece—"The Goddess of Life Lotasha," sparking an eagerness to read across all of Luowasha.
Every time Sique released a new piece, it stirred up a fervor across Luowasha.
Commentators of all kinds emerged, examining each plot detail in Sique’s works, writing lengthy commentaries. Video creators extracted segments from Sique’s literature, quoting classical sources, attempting to interpret the underlying meanings... Even group reading sessions, study events, recitals, and review meetings emerged, with everyone paying attention and participating. Even regular people tired from a day’s work would watch videos online and leave a few comments.
Every Sique’s publication supported a multitude of critics, appreciators, video creators...
People didn’t care if they over-interpreted, as long as the audience enjoyed it and they earned an income. Some knew well that saying what could earn more money was far more important than the truth, and people loved hearing praises for Sique; every time they praised Sique, the video clicks went high.
So, as long as praising Sique earned money, why not?
"Shocking! Sique’s new work hides such deep meanings!" "Recorded: Foreign guy shocked by Sique’s new work," "Horrifying when deeply contemplated! A ten-thousand-word analysis of Sique’s new work!" ... Such topics stayed hot, the circle expanded, there were always gold diggers smelling business opportunities joining in.
Someone praised Sique while standing on their head in front of the camera. Someone, to show respect and love, even ate Sique’s book. Some held a "Don’t Praise Sique Challenge," where several streamers sat in front of the camera, creating hilarious show effects, boosting views, and even riding this wind to fame...
Gradually, Sique’s writing became a form of "correctness." Praise brings endless benefits, while derogation invites ridicule and online attacks, the private messages filled with offensive language from others.
Even Sique himself specifically wrote a new story titled "Terrible but Better than Splendid," meaning he was just an average creator, nothing special, with strengths to praise and flaws to point out, no need to overlook everything in love, and no need to completely devalue due to dislike.
Ironically, this piece still garnered heaps of praise with few critiques. Clearly, people recognized that Sique was right, they shouldn’t be two-faced, yet they agreed with Sique’s "don’t be two-faced" idea while continuing the behavior, lavishly praising Sique’s "don’t be two-faced" words.
This even had Kasadia laughing heartily, spreading her laughter across the continent.
Lin Hejin was one of the few unwilling to follow the trend.
He was an ordinary man, making a living from meager manuscript fees, usually enjoying reading Sique’s stories.
He admitted that Sique’s story was indeed greatly admired by the World Tree and possessed the capability to captivate Luowasha. However, some flaws still existed, as no story is perfect.
Last week, after reading Sique’s new story "Goddess of Life Lotasha," Lin Hejin sensed a discord.
This story made him feel quite off; some plot twists were very stiff. Initially, he suspected a decline in Sique’s state, but after rereading it over and over, he believed this might be a distress signal from Sique himself.
Sique might be in trouble, only able to convey information through the story. Those awkward plot points might hide messages.
For a moment, he laughed at his own idea—how could an ordinary person like him dare to speculate on the intentions of Luowasha’s Great Creator? Even coming up with such a bizarre reason. But as he read it over and over, the anomalies became more apparent, and this thought in his mind, like a seed, grew deeper in his heart.
Sique was the favorite before the World Tree, always held in high regard and attending various events. Yet recently, Sique hasn’t appeared much.
... Could it be the World Tree plans to do something against Sique?
Lin Hejin was startled by his own thought and urged himself to forget it quickly, but the idea took root in his heart. He viewed Sique as a teacher on his path of creation and couldn’t ignore such a possibility.
What if it’s a cry for help?
What if... Sique is really in trouble?
He tentatively posted his thoughts online, only to be mocked by many, even being hung out on forums, ridiculed for days.
"I shouldn’t have bothered with this! He is Luowasha’s Great Creator. I, a poor guy who barely gets by on scant manuscript fees, worry about his affairs, for what reason! I’m really cheap!" That night, he got blindly drunk, smashed wine bottles, and even tore the hardcover of "Goddess of Life Lotasha" to pieces, throwing them into the fireplace. Those lines of online mockery made his head spin and stomach churn.
He made up his mind not to care anymore and withdrew his excessive thoughts.
He even sold off his collection of Sique Badges, Sique standees, Sique pendants... He warned himself not to think about that person anymore.
Besides, if it weren’t for always buying Sique’s merchandise, he wouldn’t be this poor.
But fate always enjoys playing bizarre jokes; the next day, while reposting Sique’s giveaway post, he won the grand prize.
Looking at the screen shimmering in gold, he opened his eyes wide as if falling into a dream.
——One ticket to the "Creation Banquet" attended by Sique.
The World Tree often calls such "Creation Banquets," the theme being to share inspiration, discuss original characters, intertwine stories... Each time, renowned Creators from Luowasha are invited for lectures, and this time, they even invited Sique.
Lin Hejin’s VIP ticket even included a minute-long conversation with Sique.
Countless people envied Lin Hejin’s luck, with even wealthy individuals willing to spend a fortune to buy Lin Hejin’s ticket.
Lin Hejin knew this was his only chance to change his destiny—selling the ticket would guarantee a lifetime of comfort.
He nearly started dreaming of living in a big house.
A gust of wind moved.
Stray pages in the fireplace brushed against his face.
He inadvertently glimpsed the graffiti on the wall, drawn by himself as a child—a magpie holding a stalk of wheat—in those days Sique had already become his idol.
His gaze lingered for a long time, unable to look away.
He seemed to see the young self reading under the moonlight, struggling to recognize full sentences but able to read all night, thinking about Sique’s stories even during school day... Those words accompanied him through half a lifetime.
On the other side of the screen, the wealthy person was growing impatient: [Make the deal quickly, don’t waste time!]
Lin Hejin quickly typed a reply: [Wait a moment, could you ask if Sique is encountering trouble when you talk to him?]
The wealthy person replied irritably: [Who would say that, absurd, are you selling or not!?]
But Lin Hejin realized something.
... The wealthy person wouldn’t ask, he even knows nothing about most of Sique’s books, only buying the ticket to ride the influencer trend and take a few photos.
Perhaps it was last night’s alcohol numbing his brain, or maybe Lin Hejin was just a fool, but he ultimately kept the ticket and went to the Creation Banquet.
At the banquet.
A young man with purple hair tied into a high ponytail approached, smiling. Among the crowd dressed in black and white suits, only the attire of the purple-haired young man was casual, with daring contrasts of bright red and pure white on his robe, resembling a free-spirited minstrel.
He stood in the light, shaking his wheat juice. So majestic, so keenly focused.
Lin Hejin’s heart seemed to pause at that moment, forgetting even to breathe, with his gaze fixed firmly on Sique, drawn irresistibly.
... That was the person he had chased for a lifetime.
Like a dazzling Morning Star.
The light moved towards him.
"... Hello?" Sique shook his wine glass, smiling: "Do you have any questions for me? It will cost extra if you go over one minute."
Lin Hejin shook all over, his face flushing: "I—I want to say—"
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[You have read the prologue of "Lin Hejin".]
["Key Node: Creation Banquet Encounter with Lin Hejin" page has been added to your "Sique Perspective."]
[To know the subsequent story, please use "Perspective Shift—Sique Perspective—Key Node: Creation Banquet Encounter with Lin Hejin" to experience firsthand. (Currently, you are in a crisis situation, unable to use the perspective shift mechanism temporarily)]
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... Why did it stop!
Su Ming’an reached here and found the story abruptly halted, bringing him back to reality.
What happened afterward? What did Lin Hejin say? How did Sique respond?
Why did the Chapter stop here, it’s so overwhelming.
