Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1316 - 1310: Red Sun Descending
"Go, the God of Oblivion only likes pure people. I’m not suited to enter His temple," said the World Master.
Su Ming’an stepped out of the elevator, greeted by a sea of gray-black clouds, the mist as thick as sticky ink. A statue of the God of Oblivion stood among the clouds, with a large body and flowing hair.
Behind the statue, a figure sat on a divine seat, holding a divine rod.
...Clytemnestra, the God of Oblivion.
Su Ming’an approached Him, took a deep breath, for his fourth main quest was to slay God.
He lowered his steps, gradually approaching.
At a distance of less than five steps, Su Ming’an heard the voice of that figure:
"...Sorry, Clytemnestra, I took your spot as soon as I arrived."
Su Ming’an was stunned and circled to the front of the divine seat to see—
A blond, blue-eyed youth, dressed in a white robe adorned with blue roses, holding a divine rod, with a pool of fresh blood at his feet.
At the same time, a "ding" sounded in Su Ming’an’s ear.
...
[Perfect Pass Task·Fourth Ring·"Kill the God of Oblivion" has been completed.]
[Your story’s comprehensive score has increased to: 38 points]
[TE2·"They have awaited redemption for too long" (win the Disciple Game’s championship, reach the dark side, end the World Game): 71%]
...
—Noel had killed the God of Oblivion.
Su Ming’an hadn’t expected to see Noel here, and even witnessed Noel’s god-slaying moment. He waved his hand, "Noel?"
Noel blinked twice, "Hmm?"
The secret codes matched.
"I failed to enter the Disciple Game at midnight and instead fell unconscious until this morning, so I wanted to ask a god why. As a result, I found that the God of Oblivion was committing suicide, so I helped Him," Noel pointed at the pool of blood at his feet, "He’s dead."
Su Ming’an picked up the lens from the ground.
Inside, a sliver of the God of Oblivion’s consciousness remained.
"...Olivius, is that you... you returned..." spoke the weak voice of the God of Oblivion.
"Why did you commit suicide?" Su Ming’an asked.
"Heh, ha ha ha..." the God of Oblivion laughed:
"After Lotasha was killed by you, I foresaw my end—I would be killed by you. Since my creation by you, I’ve known that my life and death depend on your whim."
"I’m not as rebellious as Lotasha. So, I chose to end it myself... even if I don’t know why you want to kill us. But your pen gave me life, and I should return it to you."
"This way, will you remember me more?"
Su Ming’an was speechless, not expecting to hear such words.
The God of Oblivion was silent for a moment, then suddenly said:
"Long ago, I realized you are of an extremely high positional rank. You are merely well-hidden among the masses, ready for a desperate counterattack, the beginning of an enterprise, a decisive blow to settle the key moment."
...An extremely high positional rank?
Su Ming’an felt puzzled. Sique’s positional rank didn’t seem that high, why did the God of Oblivion say so?
"Are you referring to Sique?" Su Ming’an asked.
"..." In the lens appeared the irises of the God of Oblivion, staring directly at Su Ming’an.
But soon, the last consciousness of the God of Oblivion dissipated, and the lens fell silent.
Su Ming’an put down the lens, leaned against the chair back, and slowly sat down.
"Noel, I’m going to take a nap."
Noel’s eyes widened slightly, "Now?"
"Yes," Su Ming’an nodded. Although he stabbed Sique in the neck before, the situation was complicated, and he needed to ask Sique in his dreams.
Noel just watched as Su Ming’an leaned his head and fell asleep in the chair. The morning light fell on the young man’s pale face, as his breathing quickly became even, falling asleep so swiftly.
The blue rose scepter was rubbed between his fingertips, transmitting a cool sensation.
The daylight fell, dissolving light like gold.
Behind Noel, the radiant morning sun was becoming redder and redder...
...
The wisteria hung down, and Su Ming’an sat at the tea table.
...This time, Sique was not there.
The seat was empty, the tea had gone cold, and Sique was nowhere to be found.
"Sique? Sique?"
Su Ming’an stood up, passed by the tea table, seeing layers of wisteria in sight, luminous blue whales swimming past him, with tiny lights glimmering. He pushed aside the wisteria flowers and walked forward, calling all the way.
Among the bizarre and fantastic scenery, he unexpectedly walked into a sea of ink.
Underfoot was black water, and floating on the water were bookshelves, while the purple-haired youth lay quietly in the water, his complexion pale as paper, with traces of blood on his lips.
Sique always portrayed himself to Su Ming’an as elegant, powerful, and in control, as if everything was under his command. Su Ming’an never thought he would see Sique in a state of unconsciousness.
The purple-haired youth kept his eyes closed, appearing as fragile as a sheet of paper, a thin boat, at risk of being overturned by the water at any moment. This sense of fragility made Su Ming’an feel he was like a person.
...Could it be because he was stabbed?
Su Ming’an immediately crouched down and felt Sique’s neck; the wound had long disappeared. Sique’s unconsciousness should be for another reason.
At this moment, those eyes disclosed a thread of gold.
Sique slightly opened his eyes, coughing a few times.
"...If you could... help me up a bit... Mr. Lighthouse."
Su Ming’an did not assist him but instead reached out and patted Sique’s face.
Sique looked up, not understanding why Su Ming’an suddenly wanted to touch his face.
"Let’s hear your reason first." Su Ming’an curled his fingers: "Why hack my account?"
Sique coughed once: "Look... above."
Su Ming’an looked up, suddenly noticing—a grid floating above them in the upper layer of the sky, endless symbols and images flooded his eyes, all text, and real-time content enacting dramas. So vast, it was staggering, as if countless scripts were playing out.
"Did you write all that? What are you doing?" Su Ming’an guessed, suspecting Sique was writing so much that he exhausted himself and collapsed.
"...As you see, creation..." Sique’s voice remained weak, his pale complexion highlighting the crimson at his eyelids: "I am creating an Eden."
So this was Sique’s plan. He wanted to write a New World for people to hide in, to survive past the tenth day’s destruction.
"But how large a world can you write alone, and how many people can you protect?" Su Ming’an said.
The scenes and text in the sky were so vast it made him dizzy, each story turning into memory clips stacked in sequence, awaiting the fall of narrative anchor points and the formal initiation of the world’s operations. And all these dazzling stories and settings—were born from the small feather pen in Sique’s hand.
The stark contrast between vastness and insignificance, like the cosmic universe above and the birds flying below.
Sique stood on the black water below, yet continued to gaze at the sky.
The black water on the ground... most likely is the ink Sique used to write stories.
"I didn’t expect you to enter the dream at this point." Sique brushed his forehead, quickly hiding his fragility: "Are you in trouble?"
"The Master of the End of All Things has begun to act; He created two ’me’s to play the Disciple Game," Su Ming’an said.
Sique pondered for a moment: "Fortunately, you came in to find me in time. I hadn’t expected the Master of the End of All Things to act so soon; I thought it would be later."
Sique started to move back to the tea table, but Su Ming’an stopped him: "Explain your previous account hacking behavior."
Sique touched his neck and said warmly:
"I hacked your account to bring you back to the Main God World, to make you realize that many players are asleep, so you could save them. If I hadn’t hacked your account, you wouldn’t have met the Supreme Lord Toso Lius, nor would you have known how to influence bootleg games through the original game."
Su Ming’an had actually guessed these things, but he still had concerns: "You should have discussed with me in advance."
Sique shook his head: "In Luowasha, many things can’t be discussed. Once discussed, it will leave an ink stain."
"Ink stain?" Su Ming’an was puzzled. What is this?
"The essence of Luowasha is a book. But this doesn’t mean it’s really a book. It means you can understand the world structure of Luowasha in the same way you understand a book," Sique explained:
"The actual meaning of ’plot’ is the memory clip condensed from history and time."
"The actual meaning of ’main perspective’ is the observation direction of the narrative anchor point in the single-electron double-slit experiment."
"The actual meaning of ’story routine’ is the domination and control of the Luo Washa people by the World Tree."
"The actual meaning of ’story development’ is the sequencing of memory clips in the long river of time, it is the direction of civilization."
"And the ’ink stain’ I mentioned is also a metaphor, the actual meaning is - traces of words."
"Since everything we do is turned into memory clips, into solidified history. Then any words we say will also leave traces, and may even gradually integrate into the world, becoming a kind of collective unconscious rooted in everyone’s heart."
"So, no matter what, don’t speak your plan aloud. Because you don’t know who might pick up your generated memory clip and learn what you did in a certain plot."
Su Ming’an quickly digested Sique’s words. No wonder Sique was so enigmatic, it turned out he was afraid of being seen.
It’s like the memory clip of Lin Hejin that Su Ming’an picked up before, Lin Hejin surely didn’t want strangers to see his downfall, but Lin Hejin’s memory clip was automatically generated, picked up and examined by Su Ming’an.
They returned to the tea table. Sique let Su Ming’an sit and rest, not to leave for now.
The fragrance of tea lingered, and the wisteria swayed.
Su Ming’an sat for a while, he thought Sique must have something that he couldn’t say, and needed him to stay.
But after waiting for a while, Sique was still idly reading a book.
"I’m leaving." Su Ming’an frowned slightly, stood up, and was about to leave—
...
"Dingdong!"
[Team player "Eni" has died.]
[Team remaining: 13/15]
...
...What?
Su Ming’an’s heart tightened, he remembered Eni was in the Undead Territory, what happened?
But before he could come to his senses...
...
[Team player "Zhao Yuan" has died.]
[Team remaining: 12/15]
...
[Team player "Alger" has died.]
[Team remaining: 11/15]
...
[Team player "Lunxue" has died.]
[Team remaining: 10/15]
...
[Team player "Yamada Machiichi" has died.]
[Team remaining: 9/15]
...
Like the death knell, it tolled again and again.
Su Ming’an looked up at Sique, still maintaining his calm: "What’s happening outside?"
Sique said: "As you mentioned earlier, the Master of the End of All Things has started taking action, this is the manifestation of that... Changes are happening quickly outside, and you can’t change the situation even if you go out. That’s why I want you to stay here, at least your consciousness is safe with me."
"But you know, I’m not one to just sit and watch."
Sique closed the book, sighed slightly: "...Alright. Since you want to see, then go out."
He raised his hand slightly, and Su Ming’an’s figure gradually disappeared.
...
Su Ming’an opened his eyes.
Noel still stood by the throne, leaning on the Blue Rose Scepter, gazing into the distance.
——At the end of the far horizon, there was a blazing red sun.
Scarlet as blood, scorching and burning.
Molten gold flames rose high, dyeing the skyline with afterglow, reflecting the crumbling mountains and rivers.
The earth split, red mist filled the sky, and only a huge, endless tree shadow floated on the distant edge, like the last watcher.
Being at a high vantage point, Su Ming’an could clearly observe the scene on nearby floating islands, people ablaze with flames, fleeing in panic.
——The Red Sun had descended.
Wasn’t it supposed to be the tenth day?
Why so soon?
Beside Su Ming’an’s ears, there was a vast emptiness, as if the sound of tides rang out, he walked towards Noel, and Noel also looked at him.
"Noel." Su Ming’an reached out, his eyes reflecting the red sun: "Do you still have strawberry pudding?"
——Noel, help me.
Help me die.
Su Ming’an was now in Sique’s body, not Su Liujin, so he could reset. But he feared dying incompletely, like triggering some Sique protection mechanism, so he asked Noel, Noel would surely be able to crush him.
Noel accurately received the intention, and the Blue Rose Scepter in his hand was slightly raised, then quickly lowered.
The sound of tides surged between them, originating from that endless river.
Red blade shone with cold light at the tip of the staff.
...
"Dingdong!"
[You have triggered the Perfect Pass mission · Fifth Ring: "Angel Line and Demon Line"]
[Mission requirement: Go to see the World Tree.]
[Mission reward: The foundation World Origin of a small world.]
[Mission note: "We are fifteen seats... different from that time."]
...
In the office, Lv Shu and the Dragon Emperor stared at each other.
"You should explain it." Ian pointed at the question with a sarcastic tone.
"..." Lv Shu sipped his health tea, dryly said: "Odd changes, even stays the same, signs depend on quadrants."
Although it doesn’t match the question at all, at least it’s some explanation.
This mnemonic, Lv Shu knew. Although he hadn’t attended classes, some students running under the bridge occasionally recited formulas and sentences, allowing him by the garbage heap to hear some.
He was like a thief, greedily eavesdropping on things not belonging to him, pretending to be sitting in a warm classroom rather than swallowing garbage while starving.
"Next class is Chinese, you should go back." Lv Shu said.
