Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1338 - 1331: Angel Thread 2 - "Master.
Unable to kill the rabbit, Su Ming’an released his grip.
"...Since you’re my card, help me chop down the Master of the End of All Things," Su Ming’an said.
Boss Rabbit blinked: "Of course, Master can rely on me to fight, but before that, shouldn’t we do something to improve our relationship..."
Su Ming’an frowned: "Stop saying weird things..."
Boss Rabbit continued: "...For example, equipping me with some gear?"
She looked at him pitifully and pointed to her cloth skirt.
Su Ming’an glanced at the character interface. Boss Rabbit, just drawn, was indeed a white slate, without "Glimpse of the Divine," without "World Tree’s Favor," and without any "Equipment."
"...You don’t need these," Su Ming’an said.
It’s not a proper card, just a high-dimensional being exploiting a loophole, not needing any of this.
"Master, this shows how you cherish me," Boss Rabbit whispered, "What is love? Love is cherishing!"
At this moment, Su Ming’an felt a heat in his palm, scaring him into pulling his hand back immediately. Staring closely, he found that Boss Rabbit’s neck had developed a notch, seemingly to bite his hand.
Indeed a high-dimensional being, humanoid form all fake.
"Since you don’t want to help, you can leave," Su Ming’an quickly wiped his hand, almost touching something filthy, even a bit would feel horrifying.
Boss Rabbit whimpered: "Fine, I’ll keep an eye on Master...if Master runs into trouble, call me..."
With a flicker of pink light, the girl disappeared reluctantly.
Just as Su Ming’an was about to leave, he suddenly heard footsteps outside:
"Brother Qi, it’s almost lunchtime, aren’t we going to the cafeteria to eat?"
"The cafeteria’s not safe, all human meat buns. I think there’s a basement below, let’s take a look inside."
"Zhou Sheng, you useless, gasping for breath after a few steps, hurry up!"
The door opened and closed as several contestants walked into the basement. Behind the bookshelves, they didn’t see Su Ming’an hidden there.
Su Ming’an prepared Spatial Vibration, knowing this group was up to no good. He planned to quickly reduce their numbers and end this Disciple Game level as soon as possible.
"...Quick, hide in here." Suddenly, a small voice came from a nearby cold storage — it was number 14, Fu Wenwen, huddled in the freezing cabinet, her skin turning white from the cold.
Su Ming’an only then noticed Fu Wenwen was there; her heartbeat and body temperature were so low, almost in shock, making it hard to perceive her presence.
"They’re about to find you, quick... hide in here." Hearing the footsteps growing closer, Fu Wenwen showed a fearful expression. Despite barely having enough space to hide herself, she offered Su Ming’an a chance to survive.
Su Ming’an shook his head, ready to walk out directly and deal with these people.
But then he heard their conversation:
"That old lady got injured, seems she’s about to die," number 12, Qian Lexin, said.
"She’s so old, wouldn’t have lived much longer anyway. Convenient to reduce our numbers," number 8, Li Xi’er, sneered.
"Number 17, Wang Xingkong, is very sad though, still looking for the school’s infirmary."
"Ridiculous! Such old and weak are meant to be eliminated in the Disciple Game. With such sympathy, he won’t live long either."
...Old lady?
Su Ming’an paused; his second perspective was Wang Xingkong, though he hadn’t switched to that for a while, as Wang Xingkong had no identity or strength, offering no help to the larger situation.
Previously in the warzone, it was the old lady who took in Wang Xingkong and Chen Yuhang, hence Wang Xingkong’s anxiety to save her.
"Hey? There’s someone here." At this point, they noticed Su Ming’an behind the bookshelf. Qi Mon sneered: "This person’s not a contestant, suspicious, kill directly."
Li Xi’er pulled out a gun, aiming it at Su Ming’an.
Just as Su Ming’an was about to instantly eliminate this group, a pink figure suddenly charged in.
Before the group could react, the pink figure raised her foot, striking Li Xi’er’s chin. With a "click" sound, Li Xi’er’s head flew high, spraying a three-meter tall blood arc.
The next moment, the pink figure dashed to Qian Lexin, who only managed a terrified scream before having her neck twisted.
The pink figure moved again, kicking Zhou Sheng in the chest. Unlike the first two, Zhou Sheng was only severely injured but not killed, as though because he hadn’t killed anyone, only coerced, thereby not deserving death.
The pink figure, like the grim reaper judging sins, shattered this malevolent group in an instant. Whether it was the wealthy family background of Li Xi’er or the cleverness of Qian Lexin, all life ceased in moments.
Qi Mon realized it would be his turn next. Cold sweat dripped instantly as he knew he couldn’t be killed by this terrifying pink figure!
Noticing Su Ming’an standing to the side, he rushed up, placing his knife against Su Ming’an’s neck, shouting at the pink figure: "Don’t kill me! Or I’ll kill him!"
He didn’t know if taking a hostage would work, perhaps the pink figure didn’t even know this hostage, but it was a gamble.
Fortunately for him, the pink figure paused. As she stopped her swift killing, her features became clear — pink wavy long hair cascading to her waist, princess-cut bangs framing a pair of gorgeous pink-purple eyes. Clad in a plain white dress, devoid of any excess decoration, save for a strikingly crimson Manzusha Flower blossoming on her slim right shoulder.
Pure as a lotus in clear water; natural, uncarved beauty. Just standing there, it seemed like all natural vibes converged upon her.
"Hurry, say something to beg for mercy!" Qi Mon pressed the knife closer, forcing Su Ming’an.
With Su Ming’an’s strength, he could clap Qi Mon to pieces, but he wanted to see the pink figure’s reaction, hence allowed himself to be taken hostage.
"...Xiao Bai?" Su Ming’an recognized the pink figure.
It was the Order Guardian, Xiao Bai, associated with the World Tree, who once relentlessly hunted Su Ming’an to reincarnate as the Rin Clan.
However, Su Ming’an was now using Su Wensheng’s face, so she didn’t recognize him.
She bore no contestant number, indicating she wasn’t a participant but had infiltrated the Disciple Game.
"You’re threatening me?" Xiao Bai looked at Qi Mon, her gaze calm and detached like a millennium-old ice.
Frightened by her stare, Qi Mon immediately retreated while holding Su Ming’an hostage, with Xiao Bai not making a move but just quietly watching him. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
One step, two steps, three steps...
In this heart-stopping standoff, Qi Mon finally backed up to the door, exhaling with relief, drenched in cold sweat. Though the girl appeared small, she wielded such terrifying authority, nearly scaring him witless.
But at least now he could escape.
He retreated, eyes full of the desire for survival—
"Boom——!!!"
Xiao Bai still didn’t move, but at some unknown time, a piece of the ceiling suddenly cracked and crashed down!
Precisely hitting Qi Mon’s head!
His head burst like a rotten watermelon, red and white splattering all over the walls. His body twitched a few times and then fell. Meanwhile, Su Ming’an remained unscathed, the ceiling seeming like divine punishment, targeting only Qi Mon.
The corpse lay on the ground, blood everywhere, leaving only Su Ming’an and Xiao Bai for a silent face-off.
Su Ming’an looked at Xiao Bai: "You did this?"
Xiao Bai shook her head: "No."
Su Ming’an said: "How could it be such a coincidence? The ceiling falls right, hitting his head, not affecting me at all."
Xiao Bai said: "He defied me, so he was crushed to death, that’s normal. You didn’t defy me, so you’re unharmed."
Her tone was flat, yet her words conveyed one message — she was favored by the world.
Maybe it’s because Su Ming’an’s charm value is high, Xiao Bai said again: "It’s always been like this. Those who want to kill me will die themselves. Those who want to defy me will never succeed. And if I just daydream a little, I can solve problems that have stumped people for thousands of years."
...A genius favored by the heavens.
Su Ming’an looked at Xiao Bai.
"I don’t know you, but you give me a very close feeling..." Xiao Bai suddenly leaned in close, almost touching his nose. She seemed to lack common sense and a sense of personal space. If she felt comfortable, she wouldn’t hesitate to get closer.
Her splendid lavender eyes blinked, reflecting Su Ming’an: "Your presence makes me feel comfortable, you must follow me."
Su Ming’an had a high charm value, exuding a distinct sense of friendliness. Others sensed it, feeling refreshed and subconsciously raising their favorability.
However, Su Ming’an didn’t hear any change in Xiao Bai’s favorability. She probably just found his presence comforting and wanted to keep him around, rather than out of emotional consideration.
"By the way, do you want to quickly clear the Disciple Game?" Xiao Bai said lightly, as if seeing through everything: "I’ll help you."
Before Su Ming’an could say anything, Xiao Bai reached out, pinched the void behind him, and lifted him up with one hand.
The next moment, Su Ming’an found himself leaving the basement, appearing in front of Mizushima Kawa Sora’s number 4 and Hui Bai’s number 23.
The two hadn’t had time to speak when Xiao Bai kicked out with lightning speed.
"—Don’t kill!" Su Ming’an immediately shouted.
Xiao Bai paused her movement, changed her kick to a hand gesture, and flicked her fingers, causing the two to faint.
Su Ming’an was surprised. Xiao Bai’s combat power was indeed formidable.
"I wasn’t planning to kill him. I know him, but as for the others, forget it." Xiao Bai pointed at Hui Bai, then looked at Su Ming’an: "You stay here and wait for me. I’ll deal with the others and then come back for you."
Su Ming’an immediately spoke up: "Wait a minute!"
Xiao Bai didn’t listen to him at all and disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, the "ding ding dong dong" system prompts continuously sounded, like a death knell playing:
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[Participant No. 5 (Anthony) has died.]
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[Participant No. 6 (Hua De) has died.]
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[Participant No. 13 (Lu Xinyi) has died.]
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[Participant No. 15...]
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Su Ming’an stood in place. In just two minutes, he saw the [Remaining Survivors] drop rapidly from 18 to 8.
Then.
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[Participant No. 21 (Xi Li) has died.]
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[Participant No. 22 (Wu Yi) has died.]
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[Remaining Survivors: 6/24]
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[Detected remaining survivors at six or below, stage three ends. Survivors please proceed to the hall to claim rewards.]
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The next moment, Xiao Bai returned to Su Ming’an’s side.
She was still wearing a pure white dress, not a trace of blood on her, as clean as a petal.
"...All done." Xiao Bai tilted her head: "Quickly cleared. The survivors are: No. 1 Su Liujin, No. 2 Phoenix, No. 3 Lv Yuqing, No. 17 Wang Xingkong, No. 23 Hui Bai, No. 24 Qi Zhou. These are the six most suitable to survive, in my comprehensive opinion."
Her tone was like she was dealing with a few insects.
"..." Su Ming’an didn’t make a sound.
Indeed, if there could only be 6 survivors, Xiao Bai’s choice was indeed optimal. But... what about Xi Li? Wu Yi? Shi Ying? Ian?
He immediately turned around, trying to check the situation, but Xiao Bai stopped him.
Her eyes were clear, calmly questioning him like a physics problem:
"...Are you trying to escape? If so, I’ll take action."
She only cherished the sense of familiarity he gave off, not softening towards him personally.
While they faced off, a resounding wedding symphony suddenly played. On stage, a young girl wearing an Alice gown appeared.
"Welcome to the six survivors, finishing the third stage." The girl’s smile was full, beautiful, and it was Shen Xue. She wore a white veil, holding a bouquet, dressed as if for a wedding.
Meanwhile, the six surviving contestants also entered the hall.
Most of their eyes were filled with confusion and fear, some splattered with blood, seemingly not spared when Xiao Bai acted.
Snow-white petals drifted down in the air, fluttering slowly.
The wedding march began to play, and under the lights, Shen Xue’s gaze was fixed on Su 1.
"Come on up, Su Ming’an." Shen Xue coaxed: "I’ll personally give you... the reward for the third stage."
Su 1 squinted, ignoring Shen Xue, instead looking at Xiao Bai beside Su Ming’an, questioning: "—You’re not a contestant, why are you interfering in the game?"
For Su 1, Xi Li and Wu Yi being killed was like the sky collapsing.
At this moment, Su 1 noticed Su Ming’an beside Xiao Bai, his tone deepening: "...Who are you? Did she clear the third stage quickly for you?"
Su 1 remembered this person with a Su Wensheng appearance, looking highly suspicious.
Su Ming’an, facing Su 1’s questioning, carefully considered his words.
He wanted to tell Su 1—them—they could all be Su Ming’an. But he knew convincing "himself" was a difficult task, as seen in the Tenth World’s Chao Yan’s arduous strategy.
At this moment, Su 1 moved his fingers, a gesture Su Ming’an was all too familiar with—Spatial Vibration starting gesture.
Su Ming’an’s scalp instantly tingled, and his entire body tensed up defensively. He knew too well the terrifying power of his own skill, and to counter it, he immediately mirrored the starting gesture.
"You..." Su Ming’an began.
"You...?" Su 1 looked at Su Ming’an’s gesture, eyes flashing with disbelief.
The two with the same gesture looked at each other.
The Spatial Cross Light fluctuated around them, radiating identical brilliance.
