Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1319 - 1313: Demon Line · Luowasha · Give Me a Tea Flower
The wind howled.
After leaving Sique’s dreamscape, under the descending red sun, Su Ming’an sat atop the High Tower.
A blank book lay open on his knees.
His fingertips brushed over the ivory white pages, and for a moment, he thought he was still submerged in a dream. But he knew he was in reality.
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[Squad player "Yi Song" has died.]
[Squad remaining: 8/15]
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[Squad player "Shiyi" has died.]
[Squad remaining: 7/15]
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[Squad player "Bei Wang" has died.]
[Squad remaining: 6/15]
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The crimson sunlight fell upon his shoulders and back, like burning flames.
The next moment, he suddenly leaned forward, like a burning Flying Bird, leaping off the High Tower. His hair fluttered in the air, resembling sparks.
The rough wind scraped his skin, the scorching wind boiled his blood. Amid the silence around him, he recalled the last conversation with Sique.
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["Sique, how should I ’record’ them?"]
["When you used [Soul Ferry] back then, how did you ’record’? Do it the same way now."]
["—But the method back then was clearly..."]
["It’s cruel, I know. You will be seen as an executioner, as a demon, as a madman. People will say: ’Ah, the Number One Player has finally gone mad, he finally turned on his teammates,’ and others will say: ’I knew the Number One Player kept these teammates around just for harvesting his resources’—then what?"]
["..."]
["Then you will still do it."]
["..."]
["You will stubbornly walk into that river."]
["...I."]
["[It’s not about who permits me, it’s about who can stop me.]—this phrase suits you well. No one can stop you, those who could have been left behind by you, or are held in your grasp. They don’t permit you to do this, they themselves rush towards the cliff, but you?"]
["..."]
["You get there before them."]
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He set off.
Leaping off from the High Tower, heading towards the future.
Sique has given a clear method—record the day of the Red Sun Descending. The appearance of the day, the descriptions, the movements of people.
The [Supporting Role]s around the [Protagonist], like Luna, Yamada Machiichi, Mizushima Kawa Sora, Boris, and some ordinary players... they are all kinds of Narrative Anchor Points, distributed across Luowasha. As long as these perspectives are recorded, it equates to summarizing the full picture of the Red Sun Descending.
At that point, once everything is collected, it can be transformed into text and unified to inform Sique.
But Sique did not say how many times this needs to be done to complete everything, nor did he mention how to notify Sique at the end, without revealing there were "many times."
When Su Ming’an wanted to communicate with Noel, Noel turned and left.
The Blue Rose Scepter tapped on the ground, making a distant and crisp sound. Noel did not look back, his golden hair freely flowing under the red sun.
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["Sique, once all information is recorded, how do we survive the Red Sun?"]
["Su Ming’an, you have a small world, don’t you?"]
["Yes, it’s a very basic world, with absolutely nothing."]
["That’s alright, it’s already a germinating form of a Complete World. It only lacks the World Origin and a sustaining source of Energy."]
["My fifth ring Main Quest is to see the World Tree, and after seeing the World Tree, it seems to have the World Origin."]
["That’s very good. Your small world is the key to our breakthrough. My plan is to merge your small world with Luowasha, and then with the Eden I have constructed, we create a space akin to a pirated game."]
["—World Fusion!!?"]
["Mm, a very bold idea, isn’t it? I got this inspiration after watching Dieying construct the New World. Dieying’s idea was to create an independent New World, which was why he worked so hard, even burning himself to sustain operations—But, what if we build this small world on the foundation of a mature world? Let Luowasha become the base of your small world, keeping your small world’s independence, while ensuring the small world doesn’t suddenly collapse... like a bird’s nest built upon a tree trunk. Once your small world develops and matures, it can completely break away from Luowasha and stand alone."]
["Laying eggs with a borrowed hen."]
["Right, Luowasha is the hen, the small world is the egg."]
["...Then, can we avoid the Red Sun like this? But since the small world and Luowasha have merged, won’t the small world also be struck by the Red Sun?"]
["No rush, listen to me finish. I suspect the Red Sun Descending is a ’triggered collective death mechanism’—Do you still remember Ming Hui in the Fifth World?"]
["Mm, I remember. Ming Hui had a ’triggered collective death mechanism’: If the Talent Bloodline Awakening Formation is not successfully researched before Qin Wang’s coming-of-age ceremony, players will trigger the collective death mechanism."]
["The Master of the End of All Things doesn’t have such capability to summon the Red Sun and destroy Luowasha, this requires an equal or higher Positional Rank than Luowasha, which few possess. Therefore, I suspect the Red Sun Descending is also a ’triggered collective death mechanism’, similar to a system punishment—if players do not complete certain tasks before a specific day, this mechanism will be activated."]
["So, you think Luowasha’s apocalypse is systemically triggered, not man-made?"]
["Yes."]
["—Then what exactly crafted such a trigger?"]
["Preliminary judgment is the World Game itself... Only such a high Positional Rank entity can set such a near-universal rules of death mechanism."]
["The World Game... its Positional Rank is actually so high. So what do you mean..."]
["Mm, since the Red Sun Descending is a ’triggered collective death mechanism’, there’s only one way to avoid it—escape from the identity that is punished by the mechanism."]
["Which is..."]
["Escape the [Player] identity."]
["It doesn’t need to be for long, as long as on the day the Red Sun is set to trigger, you temporarily escape the [Player] identity, it’ll be fine."]
["This is why someone created the Disciple Game—the mastermind behind the Disciple Game is likely one of the twelve Organizers. Their goal is to escape the World Game and gain freedom."]
["Is it Boss Tu?"]
["Boss Tu and Cat Boss are just mascots, the real mastermind has never changed. Although I think the desire to counter-kill the World Game is a pipe dream, given the too large gap in Positional Ranks, but the Disciple Game indeed has a way to temporarily avoid World Game detection, we can imitate the Disciple Game." ]
["Escape...? For example, after I become a god in The World of Old Days, I can run away with Dieying anytime, does this count as escaping the World Game?"]
["Exactly, upon research, I believe the reason is—when you become a god, the overwhelming energy impact and strength change cause your game IP to blur, making you temporarily undetectable by the World Game, thus you can flee anytime. In that situation, you are neither protected nor constrained by the World Game."]
["And the Disciple Game intentionally confuses the game IP, one of the backstage Organizers introduced people like Little Su from the 2021 version, purposely confusing their game IP with Little Su’s, likely to bypass World Game monitoring."]
["Therefore, I think simple World Fusion is not enough. The most crucial point is that the small world needs the ability to temporarily shield game IP to avoid the Red Sun. This method, I will find the masterminds behind the Disciple Game to learn from them, you don’t need to worry. The key is, we need an Energy source to support this method."]
["Mm, every matter requires Energy... too bad, if Dieying were on my side, I could drag him over and burn him as Energy."]
["Regarding the Energy issue, once you’ve collected all the text, come back to find me, I’ll tell you how to get the Energy."]
["So this way... Luowasha is completed?"]
["Yes, if you can achieve this step, it’s completed. Then we’ll figure out... how to end the World Game completely for you all."]
["Alright."]
["I hope this is the final confrontation."]
["It doesn’t matter to me, I just hope to succeed."]
["Then go ahead, safe travels."]
["Wait a second. I have one last question, Sique."]
["Go ahead."]
["...Will learning from the masterminds behind the Disciple Game require a hefty price? That’s the ability to shield game IP."]
["..."]
["What do you have to sacrifice, Sique?"]
["..."]
["After everything is over, can I still see you, Sique?"]
["...Mr. Lighthouse."]
["Mm."]
["This is not your concern, you also have much to sacrifice. This is a path of transforming into a demon, you must kill everything you see to obtain the words they turn into after returning to the Origin. Similarly, your acts of destruction reflected in the mirror won’t harm them in the mirror."]
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["Hmm."]
["——How does it feel to transform from Savior to Destroyer, from Brave to Demon King?"]
["It’s alright, after all..."]
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Su Ming’an closed his eyes and began to fall.
The scorching sun burned above his head, as the sky dome collapsed—a grand sunset twilight.
As he fell, he remembered the sound of the piano from his childhood, Yuanyuan’s book, the strands of Lv Shu’s white hair that fell, and the blood of Noel on the experiment bed...
No one has it easy.
He just needed to be a demon once.
"After all..." he murmured in the whistling wind.
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[Siyi smiled, eyes arching: "Are you trying to become the Destroyer, Su Ming’an?"]
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[The white shadow of the World Tree faintly said, "In that case, Su Ming’an will stand opposed to me and the new protagonist—he will be a villain."]
[Sique clapped her hands and laughed: "From Savior to Demon King... what a fascinating theme."]
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[Suddenly, an unknown voice echoed in Su Ming’an’s ear:]
["Don’t you want to see a brand-new possibility? A possibility... not ’by the book’? A possibility... that doesn’t follow the Savior’s script?]
["A possibility... that belongs to your own ’story’?]
["My..."]
["’Savior’?"]
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After all.
No matter what, he was just Su Ming’an.
"Beep..."
He felt his body begin to melt.
After actively removing all protections from his body, the light of the red sun began to burn him away.
The searing heat and pain throbbed in his senses, skin scorching red, he knew that after closing his eyes this time, it would be a new journey.
At that moment, he felt like a feather or a leaf, it didn’t matter, he floated in the orange-red glow like boiling water vanishing into the water.
Perhaps he harbored a glimmer of hope, so he used this method of jumping again—perhaps he hoped someone would catch him, telling him there was an easier way, and he didn’t have to try so hard.
That future visible at a glance, perhaps he still feared it.
He had always been used to being the light for others, and this time he wondered if he could receive a ray of light from someone else?
Can anyone help him?
Can someone save him?
Under the grand apocalypse, the black bird fell downward.
Suddenly, in the distant view, he saw a ray of water breaking through the sea, like a glimpse of dawn piercing the darkness.
——That was the Sea Emperor, Lu.
With long hair flowing and eyes blue, the person burst out of the water, holding a trident, the sea under the blood-red sunlight, like lava slowly boiling.
Perhaps noticing someone falling, Lu glanced over, through countless screaming and fleeing people, seeing the falling black bird.
"——Su Ming’an!" The Sea Emperor’s voice pierced the air, losing its usual gentleness.
But it was too far, the High Tower too distant, and the sea also too far. The black bird continued to fall.
Falling, falling, the High Tower so towering, time infinitely stretched.
——Then, Su Ming’an heard the sound of pulling.
The sensation came from his wrist, halting the descent instantly.
A person with snow-white wings grabbed his arm, eyes full of bewilderment:
"[...Lord, why have you fallen?]"
"[My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries?]—(Psalms 22:1 (David’s Psalm))"
"[My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest.]—(Psalms 22:2)"
"Lord, where do you intend to go?"
The glorious crown rested upon the person’s head, the golden-red glow falling on his Ancient Greek-style white-fitted robe. Those reddened eyes expressed bewilderment, hands tightly grasping Su Ming’an.
"...Boris." Su Ming’an didn’t expect that at this time, it was Boris who grabbed him. Boris was of the Celestial Clan, perhaps Boris had always been watching Su Ming’an.
In Boris’s eyes, there was a gaze of worship towards a deity, full of reverence and supplication.
The interwoven sunlight fell upon their reddening hands, the blood squeezed from too much force, appearing like flowing rubies.
But the next moment, Boris let go of his hand.
"["How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me?"—(Psalms 13:1-2)]" he lamented, the gaze gradually turning to pain:
"Go, go—"
"["Galilean, why do you stand here looking into the sky? This same Jesus, who has been taken from you into heaven, will come back in the same way you have seen him go into heaven."]—(Acts of the Apostles 1:9-11)"
——You have seen him go into heaven, and he will come in the same way!
Looking at the god facing death, the believer actively released his deity.
Whether it was submission or discord.
Those reddened eyes, full of sorrow like dense clouds.
The black bird fell, its feathers gradually completely transforming into burning flames, rising, like the initial spark on a prairie.
In the last moment, as Su Ming’an melted, he recalled when he was in elementary school, under the sunlight, witnessing the jellyfish melting.
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["At that time, I always thought the jellyfish ascended to immortality. Later I learned it was burned by the sun." Su Ming’an’s vision slightly lowered: "It turns out what killed it was not some dangerous creature, but simply the brilliant sunlight. Just like that, it melted away without a trace..."]
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As it turns out, the jellyfish didn’t just melt away.
Perhaps it really ascended to immortality—to the other end of the river of time.
Under the sunlight, within the red sun.
Like the Galilean sending off Jesus ascending from the mortal world to the heavens.
Red feathers fluttered, the blazing flames intense.
As his body melted to the end, even the searing pain disappeared, and he saw before him a pure white—a most pristine white, as if time was embracing him—welcome back.
White, pure white.
Most of those who are about to die see this kind of white.
Under the gaze of the disciples, it seemed the cloud described in the Acts of the Apostles floated in, guiding the suffering child on earth to depart, flying in the whiteness of death, welcoming the next arrival.
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[Theophilus, I have written the first book,]
[Until the day he was taken up, after giving instructions through the Holy Spirit to the apostles he had chosen.]
[——Acts of the Apostles 1:1-11]
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In the white——a ten-minute flight.
——In his unending fall in the mortal world, will he attain cleansed happiness?
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——In the midst of a longing, unstained meadow
In the garden of light
Let me listen to your ideal love.
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