Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1329 - 1322: Demon Line - "Sique’s Father.
"The power of the Demon Mother God, how can it be countered by sacrificing thousands of people?" Su Ming’an questioned.
"Ah... Of course not. The higher-ups just told me to quickly sacrifice a group of people here. Those old men know it’s useless, but it helps soothe their hearts." The blue-haired youth sighed.
Solely for peace of mind, thousands become nourishment.
Su Ming’an wanted to say more, but at that moment, a middle-aged man walked out from the military, his hair slicked back short, with a prominent forehead and piercing eyes.
"— Lord Sique, do you remember me?" The middle-aged man said.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man placed his hand on his chest: "I am Filimon, one of the twelve councilors of All Living Beings United."
"Lord Sique might not know, but All Living Beings United has made many contributions — we sacrificed countless worthless ordinary people to the World Tree. We also employed genetic embryo technology, allowing only infants with abundant innate spiritual energy to be born... While those with mediocre talents, shouldn’t even have been born from the start."
"After one round of population cleansing after another, the newborns of every race have been improving. Mediocre individuals were terminated in the embryo, which is for their own good, to prevent them from living a life of suffering."
"Your birth was even more so..." Filimon’s words suddenly made Su Ming’an raise his head.
"Otherwise, how could the mere Magpie Clan birth someone as exceptionally gifted as yourself? You think you stand outside, naturally born and nurtured — but in reality, your birth was also a selection from billions of probabilities, you were born stepping over billions of your brethren, as the only ’most excellent’." Filimon shrugged:
"I am surprised, even after selection, the Magpie Clan is still just the Magpie Clan. But you are the most outstanding individual I’ve seen."
"Back during the selection experiment, I handled embryos from 287 races, including the Magpie Clan, in a certain sense..."
Filimon smiled, his gaze piercing:
"I could even be considered your father."
"Your mother didn’t expect that after your birth, you would become so exceptional. Luckily, my orders at that time were ’allow birth,’ rather than ’prohibit birth,’ to have you discarded."
The overwhelmingly large evil, like a towering black mountain, stood before Su Ming’an.
Especially after hearing the word "mother," his secret fury almost reached its peak. One could imagine the pain these mothers went through when forcibly losing their children. What did the higher-ups see them as? Just vessels for birthing prodigies?
Beasts.
Even Sique’s mother might not have been willing.
Filimon said: "I heard you had an adoptive father later, named Qiao? He truly was a great adoptive father to have raised you. However, now... we finally see each other as family."
He gazed deeply at Su Ming’an.
"You talk shit!" It was Du’s mouth speaking, she screamed: "I’ll spray you to death with soda water! Recognizing now and not earlier, only when Sique became affluent, did you come running to acknowledge him! Where were you when he was fatherless and motherless as a child? Didn’t you consider blood ties when abandoning him? A rapist fits as a father? Get lost, you banana pudding skin!"
In an instant, the inside of the tree was silent.
The players were in shock.
Su Ming’an’s expression was silent, devoid of any waves.
"You and my father..." Su Ming’an slowly opened his mouth: "Can’t even be compared."
He patted his shoulder, as if there were dust there: "A bit stuck."
"...I find it dirty."
After a brief silence, Filimon laughed.
He seemed to have anticipated such a response, shaking his head: "I knew you wouldn’t want to, but everything we do is to cultivate the most dazzling new generation."
"Any text, in the eyes of a prodigy, is just fragments that can be combined at will. You’re so excellent, certainly due to your own efforts, but our achievements cannot be denied."
"We possess your initial embryo replica. Under the blessing of the Dawn Goddess, we can replicate ’Sique’ time and time again. As long as the same steps are followed, even if those newborns can’t match you, they are at least worth considering as talents."
"Moreover, if we recognize each other as father and son, I can let you meet your mother."
Su Ming’an chuckled.
The sound was extremely soft and faint.
"You are very smart, just happened to catch this moment, bringing so many people to threaten me."
Filimon laughed: "If you’re willing to give us face, I believe the Dawn Goddess would also be willing to grant you divine power, allowing you to confront that Rin Clan brother, even protecting Luowasha."
He extended his hand: "So, would you acknowledge our relationship? Son... esteemed Rin Clan lord?
Behind him, silent knights and soldiers made uniform movements, bringing their right hand to their left shoulder. If Sique refuses, they wouldn’t mind forcing the issue.
However, Su Ming’an faintly smiled.
"No."
"I decide to destroy you."
"What if that Rin Clan destroyed Luowasha? What if the demon breath covers the world? Why should I exchange my freedom to become your vessel?"
"I’m not interested in saving the world. Since I already stand at Luowasha’s peak, you are mere ants in my eyes."
"The life and death of ants have nothing to do with the deity."
"Saving the world is too tedious, I want to try something fresh — watching vile people like you die entertains me. Why should I bear your life and death? Why should I permit you to enter my Eden?"
Mizushima Kawa Sora and others raised their heads in surprise. They stared incredulously at Su Ming’an, finding it hard to believe he could say such words.
In the past, Mizushima Kawa Sora certainly believed this was Su Ming’an’s heartfelt words, as she considered him a selfish person. But now, she actually found these "words from the heart" hard to believe.
Wasn’t he the one who saved everyone?
Wasn’t he the one who forgave even the most despicable people?
Wasn’t he the one who ignored criticism, rebuke, and misunderstanding, continuing forward without concern?
Why did he stop here today, laugh loudly, and let himself go?
Filimon widened his eyes, as if plunged into a nightmare. He had imagined thousands of answers, prepared dozens of plans, but had never imagined receiving this response.
"Bang——!!"
A massive pressure suddenly pushed them to the ground.
Su Ming’an’s eyes glimmered, his palms extended forward.
"This is Gravity Suppression... from Su Ming’an’s Purple Grade equipment..." Andre murmured.
Then, a brilliant scarlet balance flashed.
"This is Judgment... group strong control, with a stunning range..." Atlanda’s eyes flashed with awe.
Then, fleeting ripples, like shattered Little Stars.
"Spatial Vibration..."
As if announcing food prices, players who had memorized Su Ming’an’s skills countless times were shocked by the sight, stepping back a few paces, afraid of being caught in the terrifying attack.
"Ah——!!"
"Help! Save me——!!"
"Move quickly, let me out——!"
The ripples of space flowed widely.
Su Ming’an closed his eyes, his palms moved slightly, letting the screams echo, as the smell of blood grew stronger, and a few chunks of flesh splashed onto his shoes. Bright red numbers hovered outside his eyelids.
His expression was calm and unemotional, only the constant system kill prompts were like a brisk sonata.
His purple hair rose with the wind, a blood-red scale flashed on the back of his hand, resembling a bright ruby. His white eyelids shut off all the wailing, silent as a statue of a deity.
Just a slight movement of his fingers, and the world fell before his eyes. Those who attempted to sacrifice others’ lives disappeared before they could succeed.
...Is this the gap between mediocrity and genius?
Su Ming’an slowly opened his eyes, the scene before him was so silent it was frightening.
Filimon was left with only half a body, barely recognizable as human, he spat angrily:
"You... you... arrogant... fool. Without us... do you think you can fight against those Rin Clan outside..."
Su Ming’an lowered his gaze, his eyes almost charitable.
Two words escaped his lips.
"Mediocre."
Filimon’s eyes widened, his body trembling.
"—You who judge others as mediocre... do not realize that in front of me, you too are ’mediocre’." Su Ming’an stepped on Filimon’s bloody and mangled hand, hearing painful cries.
He crouched down, softly patting the face of this so-called "father", grinding underfoot:
"According to your logic, you shouldn’t have existed in the first place."
"I merely restored you to your original fate."
It became very quiet around him.
Blood flowed like a creek, flesh piled up everywhere.
When Su Ming’an stood up, no one dared to meet his eyes.
The ends of his purple hair stained with splattered blood, some red and white fragments clinging to his pants and robe, like adorned winter plum blossoms.
He wiped the blood on his face with his hand, smearing it further, fingertips stained with Filimon’s tan flesh, a hint of disgust flashed in his golden pupils.
He took out a white handkerchief, cleaning methodically.
Many players went pale, looking at the mountain of flesh, almost vomiting. They stared in terror at Su Ming’an, realizing for the first time that this man seemed to hold an invisible butcher’s knife.
In the past, this knife was never swung towards them. But it had always been there.
Simultaneously, Su Ming’an also heard voices at his ear.
...
[Player (Lunxue) has died.]
...
[Player (Eni) has died.]
...
The Red Sun began once again. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
"World Tree, send me out," said Su Ming’an.
"Come over... come over..." The World Tree’s voice stretched endlessly, ignoring Su Ming’an’s request.
Su Ming’an glanced at the World Tree, directly walking outside.
In the next moment, he felt his whole body tighten, countless branches and leaves clung to him, fiercely grasping his wrists and ankles, binding him tightly, dragging him towards the center of the massive tree.
...What does this World Tree want?
Mana Points depleted, he summoned a Floating Cannon, aimed at these branches and fiercely blasted!
"Boom——!"
The branches shook, but soon more grew, crawling densely over his body.
Just then, the players abruptly stood out.
"What’s this damn tree trying to do!? Big guts!" Fang Yuanyi from the Remote Control Army shouted.
"Follow me, save Su Ming’an!" Hua De from the Holt Wizard Alliance grabbed his magic wand, flames blazing towards the World Tree.
"The World Tree wants to take Su Ming’an? If Su Ming’an is gone, then the position of [Protagonist] is likely mine..." Atlanda thought for a moment, but still drew his weapon: "No way! If Su Ming’an is down, what about the human Points progress bar?"
"Charge." Mizushima Kawa Sora said succinctly. She wanted the protagonist position, but only if Su Ming’an didn’t die. He exists, humanity exists, without him, humanity likely too would cease to exist.
A gray-black shadow appeared behind her, resembling Mizushima Haru. The once Mizushima Kawa Sora’s occupation of [Illusionism], had evolved to this extent, allowing her to summon the figures from her midnight dreams.
The players rushed forward, and some actually caused some damage, tearing apart a portion of the branches.
However, in the blink of an eye, Su Ming’an was pulled to the giant tree’s center. Layer upon layer of crystal-colored branches blocked the players’ vision, firmly holding them outside the tree network.
"...Hey hey, does anyone have a Teleport Skill to go in and save?" A player shouted.
"Masters! Top players! Quickly show a miracle, flip the game!"
"Oh no, Su Ming’an was dragged away, what’s the World Tree doing, no!"
Mizushima Kawa Sora’s face paled, the shadow she summoned was shattered instantly by the branches.
Turns out, humanity is so powerless before the World Tree...
She spread her hand, a pitch-black Demon Crystal in her palm.
This she luckily found a few days ago during a mission, the Divinity of Deceit Demon Evelyn—a time when Evelyn couldn’t handle the negative emotions from Kasadia, exploding. Mizushima Kawa Sora picked up the spoils.
This Demon Crystal equated to the authority of a Deity, swallowing it would allow one to inherit part of the trickster demon’s divinity. But as it was an inferior third-level God, known as a trickster demon, the proud Mizushima Kawa Sora was disdained to cut off her future path.
She had confidence in finding a better divinity in Luowasha.
But if needing power... this would be the trump card.
Mizushima Kawa Sora watched Su Ming’an disappear into the wilderness of branches, clenched her teeth, and with intense internal struggle, put the Demon Crystal away.
She could become a god at this moment, save Su Ming’an, but she hesitated, she was unwilling to cut off her future for Su Ming’an.
If she must choose between humanity and her self-advancement, she would choose the former. But Su Ming’an was ultimately a thorn in her side, even if he almost equated humanity... she couldn’t decide firmly.
Turned out at this moment of decision... she still chose herself.
"Charging in just to die, what to do." The players wailed as their attacks failed.
"Is no one going to save? Even Mizushima Kawa Sora has her hands tied!
"Need someone strong, we need help—!"
They scurried under the branches’ attack.
—yet unknown where, a golden red flame ignited.
