Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1342 - 1335: Angel Route 1 - "You’re Really a Good Person.
Sique was ultimately saved by a blue-haired girl.
Her name was Najasha, from the sea, with a heart of justice, and she could not stand bullying.
After bringing Sique to a safe place, Najasha looked at Sique’s eyes with pity: "Stranger, why do they bully you? Tell me, and I will seek justice for you."
Sique shook his head: "They did not bully me, they are seeking revenge. Justice is not on my side, but in their hands."
While stopping his bleeding, Najasha comforted him: "You don’t need to be afraid, just tell me the truth, no one can threaten you now. Tell me, why are they bullying you?"
"They did not bully me, I was the one who first wrote the sins." Sique still did not change his words and did not argue for himself.
Najasha still thought Sique was lying. Sique didn’t look like a bad person, he must have been coerced, which is why he wouldn’t defend himself.
But soon, she realized she was wrong.
The person she saved... really was an evil person.
Because at that moment, Sique suddenly raised his head and smiled at her.
Even though his eyes were shattered, and blood flowed down his cheeks, looking terrifying, this smile penetrated Natasha’s heart abruptly.
"You really are a good person," Sique smiled and said, "Do you want to be my accomplice? I promise, I will give you everything."
Najasha instinctively wanted to refuse: "I was just passing by..."
Sique whispered: "You don’t want to? It’s okay, I won’t force you, but I am now alone and helpless, I can’t see anything or move. Can you stay with me for a few days? I’ll reward you."
Najasha thought about it and realized she couldn’t just leave this seriously injured child unattended, so she nodded.
The next scene was at the execution site, where Sique sat on a high platform, his eyes still not healed, wearing a deep red blindfold mask, and the crystals hanging from the mask were like bloody tears.
Below, countless people roared Sique’s name, cursing him with extremely vile words. And he just tilted his head, the crystals under his eyes clinking against each other sharply.
His limbs were empty, a large scarlet robe covering him, the sleeves and pants flapping in the wind, only his torso was there.
Anyone who saw him like this would think he was a cripple, yet here he sat, atop a high platform of power, lazily hanging his eyelids, listening to the dying people’s curses.
Najasha stood behind him, her expression completely different from when they first met, unaware of what potion Sique had given her. She quietly pushed Sique’s wheelchair, feeding him when he wanted dessert, bringing tea to his lips when he wanted to drink.
"—Sique Olivius! You failed your adoptive father’s expectations and became a complete demon! May you die a miserable death!!" People screamed.
"—Doesn’t your conscience hurt? With no hands, feet, or eyes, you still write tragedies! We should have removed your tongue too!!!"
"—Why did the World Tree favor someone like you? Such scum!!"
Sique finished a pudding, glanced sideways at Najasha.
Najasha took out a handkerchief to wipe the moisture from his lips.
Sique raised an eyebrow, yawned:
"... The wind is really strong today; I can’t hear what they’re saying."
He wore a blindfold, and Najasha couldn’t see if his eyes truly showed indifference or concealed sadness.
"Be careful not to catch a cold." Najasha draped a long coat over Sique: "After dealing with these rebels against the World Tree, go back and rest, I’ll make you a cup of forty-degree black tea with a rose petal."
The curses continued below, the venomous gazes fixed on Sique.
Meanwhile, Sique ate the bright red strawberry pudding, his vacant gaze suspended.
One after another, he swallowed, the pudding sweet and soft.
Bright red heads fell rhythmically on the execution platform.
One, then another. The severed heads collided, hair sticky with blood.
The curses grew quieter, bodies increased, turning the blood into an ocean. The bright red pudding shattered in Sique’s mouth, the blood-like juice dripping down his chin, staining his collar.
He wanted to wipe it off, only to realize he had no hands, and the juice continued to fall as if the people’s blood was flowing over him, from his neck to his heart, spreading and opening a scarlet path on his chest’s fabric.
A dull pain arose along the juice’s path, with hidden injuries still on his previously ruptured internal organs.
Only then did Najasha notice the juice and hurriedly took out a cloth to wipe it: "Sorry, it’s dirty here, I didn’t notice."
Sique looked at his bright red clothes.
"Dong—"
At that moment, an ancient bell from a distant bell tower rang, startling a group of white birds. They flapped their snow-white wings high above, a dozen pure white feathers falling around him, but not one landed on him. It was as if heaven did not want to kiss him.
Amidst the softening curses, his eyelids drooped:
"Yes, it’s dirty here."
The red mark spread wider, like a vivid rose.
He looked at his red-stained heart, muttering, uncertain of what he referred to:
"It’s dirty here..."
...
But so what?
He had become filthy flesh in this beautiful world, breeding distinct decay, creating the tragedy people fervently despised.
He was the source of fear, the corrupter, blood-red juice.
He was someone who would stop at nothing for art and inspiration, even writing tragedy without regret. If always thinking well of him, believing he must have a reason... it would be wrong.
He was never a Savior.
He was Luowasha’s Demon—Sique Olivius.
...
"Boom—!"
After watching the Memory Clip, Su 1 acted without hesitation, spatial vibrations blasting toward the masked figures.
Regardless of whether Sique was good or bad, these masked figures deserved death.
After the explosion subsided, ten corpses lay on the ground, Su 1 tore off their masks, most were High Level races of Luowasha.
The whole incident’s cause was Boss Tu painstakingly making the game, and these capitalists came to pick the fruits. The goal of the Disciple Game was always to replace the World Game, but it was meant for 2021 players like Xiao Su to play. It was the capitalists who brought in the Luowasha people for gambling interests, causing a difficulty imbalance.
Su 1 remembered Lü Shu’s words from 2021:
...
[Supervisor Lü Shu looked down and said: "I am the Plot Corrector of the Disciple Game, wielding the blade to amend ’mistakes’—transcenders must not alter significant nodes. You should not interfere with the [Protagonist] of the Disciple Game."]
[The 2021 edition of Xiao Su is the [Protagonist] of the Disciple Game, while the Dragon Emperor Elf King and other Luowasha people, including Su Ming’an, are the transcendents whose combat power doesn’t fit the instance.]
[Now, someone has come to correct the intrusive transcenders.]
...
No wonder Siyi had Supervisor Lü Shu attempt to assassinate Su Ming’an back then. Siyi was roped in by Boss Tu, and in her eyes, Su Ming’an and these intruders were sent by the capitalists. Killing Su Ming’an’s group would cause the capitalists’ gamble to collapse.
"Boss Tu initially said the Disciple Game had more than a dozen instances, but in the end, there were only six. It seems some instances were cut by the capitalists, maybe because they weren’t profitable in their eyes," Phoenix said casually.
"The investors are dead, but the Disciple Game will continue," Su 1 said, looking at the corpse on the ground: "The World Tree must support this behind the scenes. Even if I kill this batch, soon another group, driven by greed, will be pushed forward to wear the same masks, sit in the same banquet hall, and show the same smile."
Human desires never end. The passionate rabbit ears, the salvaging cat ears, the hopeless tiger ears... they’re all just broad symbols, not limited to specific people.
"But at least not so soon," Phoenix said. "The World Tree should consider your feelings."
Su 1 thought about it. The World Tree’s attitude towards him wasn’t bad for now; it kept saying it liked him, loved him, and hadn’t overstepped any bounds.
They searched the banquet hall a bit; it was a separate little space, not connected to the outside.
After a careful search, Su 1 discovered a large gift box, tied with a blue-purple bow, with small words written:
...
[A gift from the Mechanical Race to outstanding contestants, distributed at the end of the third stage.]
...
"Live stream reward?" Su 1 touched the gift box. This gift box was originally intended to be delivered into the hall, but with the masked figures all dead, it stayed here.
The higher species watching the Disciple Game might already have noticed the contestants disappearing from the camera, though they might not have thought the contestants went to counter the investors.
"Let’s open it and take a look," Qi Zhou walked over leisurely.
"Did you receive any rewards in the first round?" Su 1 asked.
"Hmm... received a few times. Mostly some food, medicine. There were also some rather special gifts..." Qi Zhou’s words trailed off with an implied hook.
"What kind of special gifts?" Su 1 had a vague sense of unease.
"What do you think the audience loves to watch?" Qi Zhou asked.
"Bloodshed, violence," Su 1 replied.
Everywhere, people love strongly visual scenes. In Danganronpa, people also most loved the execution scenes.
"You’re right, but you’re still young, so you missed what people love the most," Qi Zhou said.
Su 1 looked at Qi Zhou, puzzled, but Qi Zhou only said: "The kind that can’t get past the censors..."
Su 1 still didn’t understand: "What?"
Qi Zhou laughed: "Well, keeping innocent is a good thing."
"Can’t you explain more clearly?"
Qi Zhou shrugged: "I’ll be direct then, back then, I received a very revealing outfit... I won’t go into the details. I was almost freezing to death then, so even the skimpiest cloth had to be put on for survival. The moment I saw the gift, I understood what that group’s intentions were—they liked seeing people supposed to be high and mighty, forced to compromise for survival, making a spectacle of themselves."
Su 1 frowned deeply, realizing that if even Qi Zhou felt this, it would be worse for the weaker ones: "Did you wear it?"
Qi Zhou said: "No, I tore the outfit to pieces and used it as kindling."
...Smart.
Su 1 relaxed his frown. Suddenly, a bad premonition surged again; what if what’s inside this gift box is also degrading content?
"Let me open it, you don’t have to watch." Qi Zhou unraveled the last ribbon.
Qi Zhou peered into the gift box and let out a light "Oh": "It’s not bad stuff."
He rummaged a bit and found an acrylic stand of Su Liujin and some miscellaneous merchandise.
On it was labeled: [Contestant No. 1 Su Liujin 60cm stand, priced at 1500 characters, 27381 pieces sold], [Contestant No. 2 Phoenix square transparent card, priced at 300 characters, 19281 pieces sold], [Contestant No. 21 Xi Li 55mm rainbow holographic badge, priced at 400 characters, 9278 pieces sold]...
The Disciple Game’s industry chain is exceedingly complete. Tickets, gambling, rewards, merchandise, all were readily available. Coupled with the World Tree’s marketing and story rankings promoting contestant popularity, profits reached their peak.
Reading stories costs money, voting costs money, buying merchandise costs money. And this money ends up flowing into the World Tree.
Clearly, it’s an entire complete profit chain from start to finish.
The World Tree only needs to produce some summoning tickets for contestants, and it can engage in risk-free lucrative business.
What would Boss Tu think if he saw his game turned into this—pleased or saddened?
But even more surprising was—
Phoenix squatted in the corner of the banquet hall and knocked.
"Su Ming’an, come over here and see," Phoenix breathed sharply: "Here... seems like there’s another screen."
—Another expert!?
Su 1 looked up, shocked.
He had already broken a screen, but turns out they were inside another one? 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
"Crack—!" Su 1 kicked through this screen and passed through.
Qi Zhou and Phoenix followed immediately.
A warm yellow light graced their eyes.
The inside wasn’t a viewing hall but a cozy room, with a girl hugging a pillow, sitting on the bed. She stared at them in terror. She wore pajamas, her hair messy, clearly yet to get up and wash her face.
"Ahhhhh—!" she screamed: "How did you—how did you come out of the screen!?"
Su 1 looked around. It was a cozy room; behind him was a computer screen playing the Mingxi campus auditorium stage.
"You’re the audience!?" Qi Zhou grabbed the girl’s collar fiercely: "It was people like you who took our lives as amusement, incessantly coming up with disgusting game ideas, watching us struggle in the game from outside the screen, and even condescendingly rewarding us with gifts!? You never thought we’d come through the screen for retribution!!"
The girl went pale with fear: "I... I didn’t know! Are you... are you real people!? Aren’t you a virtual game live broadcast of Battle Royale??"
Qi Zhou’s heart tightened, vaguely realizing something.
"You viewers don’t know we are real people? You thought we were filming a show!?" Qi Zhou’s tone turned even more terrifying, his pupils trembling violently.
