Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1340 - 1333: Angel Thread 1 - "My Dear Traveler.
"Boom——boom——boom——!"
Black tentacles shattered walls, crushed the floor, and smashed the stage, with an unstoppable force.
Xiber displayed divine might, as if a Demon God had descended upon the world.
Individuals like Cat Boss were nothing more than mantises trying to stop a chariot, as fragile as thin paper, and soon lay on the ground, falling asleep as soon as they lay down.
The silver stars of the auditorium scattered all over the ground, and under the crimson curtain, petals were crushed into mud.
"Xiber." Su 1 called out, not expecting the long-awaited reunion to occur at this moment.
Xiber did not turn back, yet the twisting black tentacles betrayed her unrestful mind, like a kitten’s tail swaying uncontrollably. After a moment, her blue eyes slowly looked over, and she responded seemingly calmly, "I told you we’d ’meet again,’ traveler."
This was the goodbye she had uttered to him before.
Now, upon reuniting, she said it again.
Her voice was extremely soft, extremely light, still like the swaying of flower branches.
"How are you now?" Su 1 asked.
The hundredth success, not knowing how long it took her, did she achieve a completely perfect ending?
Xiber pressed her lips together: "Very well. When I left, Chang Sheng was still alive, Yuan Shuangshuang got to eat chicken wings, Kael Nashe was still like a crab, and that Second Elder guy also went peacefully in his sleep..."
She mentioned many people, some familiar, some not, but by the end, Su 1 hadn’t heard Fengchang’s name.
The Son of the Hundred God destined to stand against "evil," the Young Tribe Leader who willingly sank into ignorance for the sake of his tribespeople, the Dark Demon King Feng Qiqi... did he find his happiness?
But since Xiber never mentioned it, Su 1 didn’t ask.
Su 1 walked to Cat Boss’s side, crouched down: "I’ve defeated you, where’s the reward?"
Cat Boss panted, his walking stick rolling to the ground, blood staining the tailcoat red. He suddenly let out a few low laughs, the laughter hoarse:
"Haha, hahahaha..."
Su 1 directly reached out, adjusted Cat Boss’s expression with a hand movement: "I detest riddle people who just keep laughing without talking, hurry and give me the reward."
Cat Boss’s lips twitched: "Reward, you’ll see the reward... once I die, you’ll have it..."
Su 1 furrowed his brow slightly, unsure whether he should kill Cat Boss. After all, only when the host died would they truly win.
Just as he hesitated, suddenly "swish," a silver bright knife pierced Cat Boss’s heart.
A swift and clean kill.
A young man with blonde hair approached, withdrew the knife, carefully wiped it clean, and placed it in the inside pocket of his clothes. Then he grabbed a ribbon with one hand and re-tied his ponytail.
"Liujin, see what rewards are there?" Hui Bai smiled.
Su 1 looked down, Cat Boss had already lost his voice, the young man lay on the ground with closed eyes, chest stained with blood resembling a rose, the cane rolled aside, as quiet as if he had fallen asleep.
...
"Ding-dong!"
[You have obtained (Life is as bright as summer flowers, dying quietly like autumn leaves)]
[Life is as bright as summer flowers, dying quietly like autumn leaves (Red Level): "Endless reincarnation... this is not the first time, nor will it be the last."
Physical Defense Value: 5 points
Mentality Defense Value: 5 points
Type: Special Part Ear Equipment
Skill (Summer Flower · Autumn Leaf): After activating the skill, it consumes 100 Mana Points to create a summer flower, which will undoubtedly block an attack with less than 6000 Combat Power. At the same time, weapons touching your body will scatter like autumn leaves, and this state lasts for 3 seconds. (Cooldown Time: 60 seconds)
Skill (Soul Storage) (Sealed): This skill is temporarily sealed, please consult someone skilled in the Power of Soul to unlock it.
Note: This equipment is non-transferable, non-saleable, non-transparent.]
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A pair of black cat ears appeared in Su 1’s hand, evidently the cat ears worn by Cat Boss.
Su 1: "..."
Phoenix leaned over: "I think they suit you."
Su 1: "...No, thanks."
He put the cat ears away. The earrings he was currently wearing were "Kingfisher (Red Level)," with the effect, "People who have dialogues with you more than five times round-trip will continuously be mentally impacted. The deeper the conversation exchanges, the stronger the mental impact," which he obtained in the Tenth World, and it was quite useful.
Unfortunately, wearing cat ears seemed too odd, easily marking one as not a normal person. If not for the rule requiring visibility, it could be worn continuously; now it served as temporary on-demand equipment.
At this time, the other people gradually gathered around.
"The host is dead; the instance should have changed." Qi Zhou suggested lazily: "Let’s search around."
Everyone present was smart; Lü Shu had long since started flipping over bodies, Hui Bai was searching every corner, Phoenix was looking in the trash can, but Wang Xingkong sat on the chair with red eyes, seemingly still not over his grandmother’s death.
"Liujin, there’s something here." Hui Bai suddenly spoke, squatting at a corner of the auditorium, fingers tapping; there was an intangible and formless barrier there, like glass.
Su 1 walked over and knocked hard.
A blood-stained prompt suddenly popped up in front of him:
...
"Ding-dong!"
[This is a screen, you can’t pass through.]
...
"...Screen?" Hui Bai muttered: "What does that mean?"
His fingers touched this formless glass, and he saw his reflection in it. He blinked, suddenly realizing: "This is a screen... wait, could it be that the Disciple Game... is being broadcast live? Then who is watching?"
Such a cruel and brutal killing game having a live broadcast was quite normal. Settings like this have appeared in many films and dramas. But the problem is, the Positional Rank of the Disciple Game is already very high, so the people who can watch it... who are they?
"There are writings here, look." At this point, Lü Shu pointed to the top of the screen, where some small words were floating indistinctly.
Several people crowded over to look and found rows of floating text:
...
[Does anyone like Number 10? Number 10 is bad, but bad to my heart; I feel he can win at the end.]
[I like Number 17, Number 17 really is a bright and sunny little puppy. No one cares about the old woman, thinking she’s destined to die, only he always protects her... unfortunately, she was still killed by this Xiaobai who popped up from who knows where.]
[Where did this Xiaobai’s Deus Ex Machina come from, just breezed through? Missing something? Many contestants’ stories haven’t even been seen yet.]
[Number 15 has been protecting Number 13, they have such a CP feel, does anyone else think like me?]
[I recommend number 23! I’ve been following him; he’s handsome, gentle, and considerate, and his combat power isn’t low. I predict he’ll win in the end.]
[Stop hyping number 23 every day. You’re really attracting hate for your favorite number 23 by constantly mentioning his number! Why not look at the clever little blue hair of number 22, full of cunning, clearly not simple.]
[Try praising and degrading me at the same time again??]
[I once thought number 21 was pretending to be weak, so I put all my money on her. But she turned out to be genuinely weak, and I lost everything.]
[I bet number 2 will win in the end! His persona is a Phoenix! How could an ancient race be simple? I feel like he’s been hiding his strength and will surprise everyone eventually!]
[Is no one mentioning number 3? He seems quite silent, but he should be very smart. He might be a dark horse, so I’ve placed my bet on number 3.]
[Number 1 is probably the most extraordinary one, surrounded by several high-popularity figures, with the most popular 21, 22, and 23 being centered around him.]
[Number 1 hasn’t fought seriously, what strength could a jellyfish have? He’s just someone hugging a powerful ally. I favor number 19, with golden eyes clearly indicating a dragon, easily crushing number 1.]
[Am I the only one who feels like number 23 is hypocritical? A "poor innocent" white lotus, fooling who knows how many people, a real scumbag central air conditioning.]
[Where did these moralists come from? In a battle royale game, why can’t you deceive people? Are you just going to wait to be violently cut down?]
...
"Pa!"
Su 1 directly punched, creating several cracks on the glass.
"This is..." Everyone was still in the shattered shock of their worldview.
"Since it’s a screen, breaking it should allow us to see what’s on the other side." Su 1 pressed his fingers against the glass, activating space perception.
Finding the weakest point, he suddenly exerted force, his fingertips flashing with annihilation, and pierced through hundreds of cracks. Following a kick accompanied by the sound of cracking, he smashed the glass!
A gaping black hole appeared before him, with faint light emerging.
As he intended to step inside, his shoulder was suddenly grabbed as the pink-haired girl silently appeared beside him, eerily like a ghost.
"...You can’t go." Her fingers tightened, forbidding him from advancing.
She belonged to the World Tree, responsible for maintaining world order and wouldn’t allow them to pry into such secrets.
Meanwhile, Xiber also stepped forward, holding Xiao Bai’s shoulder, calmly saying: "Let him go."
Xiao Bai didn’t move, and Xiber didn’t release her grip.
Then, Qi Zhou strolled over leisurely, patting Xiber’s shoulder: "Let go of him. As far as I know, this pink-haired girl’s identity is not simple, so don’t ignore her advice."
At this moment, Qi Zhou was holding Xiber, Xiber was holding Xiao Bai, and Xiao Bai was holding Su 1, with none of them letting go.
Su 1 felt his shoulder aching more and more, as if these people were performing acrobatics.
"Swish!"
He directly activated his spatial displacement, squeezing in.
Xiao Bai immediately tried to grab him, but a black tendril swung down instead.
The pink hair flickered, and Xiao Bai opened her arms, directly tearing the black tendril apart!
A light, wide giant blade, with water drop-like mist swirling around it, appeared in Xiber’s palm. Dozens of dancing tendrils supported her, wildly fluttering, forming a fierce wind!
Raising the blade, she hacked down!
The sharp blade edge aimed straight at Xiao Bai’s forehead!
Xiao Bai looked up with indifferent eyes, donning a pair of pink and white gloves at some unknown point. Her right hand loosely gripped, and it seemed as if invisible force in the air halted Xiber’s descending longsword. Her left hand pulled back, triggering a countdown to a nearby explosion!
Three, two, one!
"Boom——!!!"
In the violent explosion, Hui Bai and others, sensing danger, quickly retreated to the corner of the hall.
The icy wind ruffled their hair and clothing, with shards of ice cutting through skin and drawing blood.
The temperature plummeted, revealing that Xiao Bai’s explosion wasn’t fiery but an unexpected ice blast!
In an instant, the ice chip-laden gale swept through, covering the surrounding chairs and floor with frost, creating an ice rink, while a few passing ants turned into tiny ice grains and shattered in the gale.
Hui Bai’s arm transformed into soft blue and pink light gauze, blocking the incoming ice shards. Even the aftermath was not to be underestimated.
"Crackling, crackling——"
Freezing sounds emanated from the stage center—a large ice sculpture was emerging within the icy wind, with flowing white hair frozen in distinct strands, blue pupils, descending giant blades, and rising red robes...like a crystallized work of art.
Xiber was frozen.
The frost coated the face of the pink-haired girl, her pupils trembling slightly. She exhaled a white breath, wiped the blood from the side of her face left by the blade edge, thinking the battle was decided.
However, the next moment!
"Crack—"
The sound of shattering ice abruptly rang out—
Cracks rapidly appeared, spreading like a spider’s web, and with a loud noise, Xiber broke free from the ice. Her skin glowed with freezing pale blue, and her expression had turned fiercely wolf-like. Xiao Bai’s attack had incited her.
"Swish!"
A sacred, ancient symbol appeared behind her, the markings of a tribal shaman. The jumping black lamb, flying black crow, and writhing black python...even with only partial divine power, she remained fearless.
"Why do you obey the World Tree?" Xiber questioned.
"..." Xiao Bai remained silent, her eyes unwavering, raising her hands again with gloves gleaming with radiant light.
"Swish!"
Like black arrows piercing the air, the two figures crisscrossed swiftly like knights charging at each other, creating a long cut, with bright red blood spurting out...
...
Su 1 dashed into the black hole.
Along with him were Phoenix and Qi Zhou.
Passing through the screen, they landed in an ancient western-style banquet hall, with a long dining table covered in white cloth, adorned with red rose petals, and flickering candlelight. Ten masked figures turned to look at them.
Dog ears, fox ears, bear ears, tiger ears, deer ears...all ten people wore animal ears on their heads, and a screen behind them was showing the scene in the hall.
At that moment, the person with tiger ears stood up, tall and slender, with a gloomy gaze.
"Contestants, how did you get over here?" the person asked coldly.
"Who are you? Are you having fun with the Disciple Game? Is Cat Boss one of you? Is your real aim not to replace the World Game?" Hui Bai asked a barrage of questions.
The tiger-eared masked person sneered, without answering any questions: "If you know what’s good for you, you’ll go back immediately and act as if you saw nothing, continuing with the Disciple Game. Perhaps this year’s champion will be among you. If you become the champion, I might answer your questions, and you might even become one of us."
He was using the champion as bait, intending for Su Ming’an and the others to return the way they came, concealing the existence of the screen.
