Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1343 - 1336: Angel Timeline 1 – "Synthesize the Great Ming’an.
"Ah? Who would have thought the ones inside the screen were real people!" The girl trembled as she covered her neck: "It hurts! It hurts so much, stop pulling..."
"Nonsense! If you didn’t know the ones inside the screen were real people, why were you watching so intently? Even gifting us rewards?" Qi Zhou raised his voice.
"But... but giving gifts to virtual characters isn’t unusual, is it? If I knew you were alive, I wouldn’t have been able to watch you die in peace. It’s only because we thought you were acting that the audience suggested so many cruel ideas. We just wanted to see the effect of the show, to see the exciting story developments..." The girl coughed a few times, trying hard to explain.
Qi Zhou slowly, slowly let go of his hand.
He stood silently in place, his expression almost desolate. His values completely collapsed in an instant, and he didn’t know what to do or where to go. The old hatred and long-pent-up anger had no outlet when faced with the girl’s bewildered expression.
How was he supposed to be angry?
To whom could he vent his grief?
To this clueless audience member? She always thought this was an art piece, and the rewards were just out of support and affection, hoping this battle royale broadcast would continue.
Or to Boss Tu, who had long since died? Perhaps she was an accomplice, but this was not her intention either.
As for those investors? Those kinds of people are endless. Actually, as long as there’s a chance to get rich quick, most people would become like that; who wouldn’t like money?
In the end, Qi Zhou stepped back step by step, thinking of the friends and family who died in the first Disciple Game... He had promised to avenge them. But now, his desire for revenge suddenly had no direction.
"No, wait." At this point, Su 1 calmly questioned the girl: "The Disciple Game is well-known in the Fourth Epoch; you should know the participants are all real people. Why did you think this was an act?
The girl blinked: "Disciple Game? What do you mean?"
She seemed completely unaware of the Disciple Game.
Su 1 realized something and immediately asked: "What era is it now?"
The girl looked confused: "The Second Epoch."
Su 1 and Qi Zhou exchanged a glance.
"I see, we’ve arrived at the [Dark Side]." Su 1 said: "So the other side of the screen is the [Dark Side]. That makes the audience’s ignorance reasonable."
Outside the screen of the [Light Side], it was the [Dark Side].
No wonder, if the people from the [Light Side] watched the broadcast of the Disciple Game, it would surely cause outrage, especially since Ian was a participant. If the Dragon Clan learned that Ian was being mocked, they surely wouldn’t let it go. But if the people from the [Dark Side] were the audience, there wouldn’t be much reaction.
Especially letting simple audiences like this girl think it was acting; once the bloodthirsty viewers know the truth and target them specifically, they can extract enormous profits.
At this moment, after the girl’s panic subsided, she turned surprisingly happy and tugged Su 1’s sleeve, whispering: "Umm... I really like you, you’re especially handsome."
Su 1 looked at the girl baffled, not understanding why she suddenly became happy.
"Hmph." Qi Zhou stood with arms crossed: "The ’virtual character’ inside the screen suddenly breaking through and appearing in front of you is thrilling enough, right? These entertainment-to-death types."
It’s like a paper person suddenly becoming real and crossing the screen.
Only then did Su 1 notice the girl’s room was filled with a massive collection of memorabilia, most of which were of him. Acrylic stands, star laser badges, flowing sand mahjong... walls covered with posters, all of him.
Su 1: "..."
The girl’s eyes were firmly glued to Su Ming’an, unwilling to let go for fear that once she did, he might vanish. Then she would be stuck staring at paper figures, imagining his existence.
She whispered: "I want to help you; is there a way?"
"There’s no need, it’s the World Tree’s plan. A child like you can’t do much." Qi Zhou said lightly. Although he was very angry, after calming down, he didn’t make things difficult for this girl.
"Then let me be your guide, I know the area well," the girl said.
The girl was called Qian Mo, a member of the Celestial Clan, a typical carefree rich girl.
During their exit, Su Ming’an was stunned by her fanaticism. The house was filled with his memorabilia. The walls plastered with posters, and the floor covered with badges, numbering in thousands by a rough count. She called it her "pain room," using the whole house to store memorabilia and lived in another house.
This was the Sky Plane, mostly consisting of small to medium Floating Islands, with flying the main mode of transportation. The architecture was in Ancient Greek style with white towers, the sky cerulean and spotless.
The four marched toward the World Tree, with Qian Mo chattering nonstop, confessing to Su Ming’an.
After flying for more than ten minutes, they halted in their tracks.
---At some point, the surrounding sea of clouds turned gray-black.
The gray-black Cloudsea gradually spreads, like rolling sediment, as a figure slowly descends, with a broad physique, long hair flowing, holding a long blade.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it opens its dark blue eyes and warns:
"Go back, please. You do not belong to the [Dark Side], and this is a forbidden crossing."
Su 1 doesn’t recognize which god this is, and Qi Zhou slowly speaks: "This is the God of Oblivion, Klimens..."
Su 1 is not afraid at all: "God of Oblivion, do you intend to stop us? What if I refuse to go back?"
At this moment, Klimens’ gaze sharpens, the extremely long blade bends with a line of arc light, and a cold gleam shines, with the black Annihilation Power clinging to the blade.
The blade is held level, a mighty force rises as though lifting a giant mountain.
"Please retreat," Klimens’ voice booms like thunder.
Su 1, unhurried, directly takes out Sique’s Feather Pen.
At the instant of seeing the Feather Pen, Klimens’ expression is greatly shocked: "You, how can you have Sique’s Feather Pen? Are you Sique?"
Su 1 points the pen nib at Klimens, thankfully Klimens is also Sique’s original character, making rewriting very easy.
The text unfolds before him, compared to the Goddess of Life Lotasha, Klimens’ story is very short:
...
["You are the most satisfying character I’ve written recently, but I have some matters to attend to, so I’m leaving for now. Your only duty is to guard the gap between the Light Side and the Dark Side, preventing any unauthorized crossings." After writing Klimens, Sique dropped this line and left.]
[As the God of Oblivion, Klimens is mild tempered. Apart from being a guard, he hides at the top of the Tower of Babel, sleeping all day like a recluse.]
[Occasionally waking, Klimens would think of Sique’s departing figure that day, muttering with some grievance, "When will you come back for me..."]
[But Sique never returned, seemingly having forgotten him.]
[Until the Third Epoch, when the Deceit Demon Evelyn enslaved the Black Dwarves to forge the Holy Sword, intending to unleash Asasi Hell’s million wraiths onto the surface, she pinned the blame on Klimens, claiming the God of Oblivion incited this War of Eden. The Goddess of Life believed it, and attacked.]
[Klimens felt only wronged, he just wanted to sleep, why involve him. Fortunately, the Shitposter Demon stole the Holy Sword to use as a fire poker, ending the war, or he would have really found it troublesome.]
[He continued to sleep soundly. During brief awakenings, he dealt with some unauthorized crossings effortlessly.]
[Until this day, once sensing someone crossing unauthorized, he rushed over, only to see... Sique?]
[He believed his sole purpose was to prevent crossings, yet now, Sique was crossing unauthorized himself, extending the Feather Pen towards him...]
[Does Sique... no longer need him?]
...
"Since it’s you, I won’t stop you." Klimens lowers his blade, moving aside.
Just as Su 1 breathes a sigh of relief, Klimens suddenly raises the blade!
Su 1 instantly prepares to defend, only to discover—
The long blade is held across Klimens’ own neck.
"My duty should end as well," Klimens says calmly.
Ever since the Master of the End of All Things descended, Klimens felt a magical force begin to corrode his heart. When the Goddess of Life Lotasha was the first to lead a rebellion, Klimens adhered to his own self, unwilling to undergo demonization.
Although Sique had never cared for him since his creation, he still regarded Sique as a father.
He was not like the Goddess of Life Lotasha, who transformed into Qi Jue and contacted too many people, having a strong rebellious consciousness. While Klimens slept all day, hardly interacting with anyone, his heart remained childlike and pure.
After learning that the demonized Lotasha had been killed by Sique, Klimens made a decision.
Before undergoing demonization, he would end himself to avoid becoming an enemy to his father.
"Klimens, there’s no need for you to commit suicide," Su 1 hurriedly says: "You can continue sleeping soundly, I won’t bother you."
Klimens shakes his head: "Father, as the opposing god of Lotasha, since Lotasha has been demonized, I can’t hold on much longer either. Since you’ve erased my duty, I should also end this prolonged struggle."
This too is his release.
"I only hope for one last favor from you," Klimens fixes his deep blue eyes, taking out a Memory Clip: "Please place this Memory Clip at the top of the Tower of Babel for me."
Su 1 took it: "What is this?"
Klimens: "In this memory clip, I placed the reason for my death. Another ’you’ doesn’t know the reason for my death yet, and he’s about to head to the top of the Tower of Babel. I want him to know."
Su 1 looked up: "You mean there’s another ’me’ in the [Dark Side]?"
Klimens: "Yes."
Su 1 was surprised: "So altogether, there are three ’me’s?"
Klimens: "Correct. The [Light Side] has two: one is you, and the other is the one in Shen Xue’s Story Domain. The [Dark Side] has one, which you haven’t seen yet. You don’t need to worry; they should all be future slices of you. Although I’m not sure of the reason, you should know in the future."
Afterwards, Klimens handed a long knife to Su 1, asking Su 1 to kill him.
Under the gaze of those quiet dark blue eyes, Su 1 silently ended His life. The gray-black cloud haze gradually dissipated, and a simple soul vanished between heaven and earth.
After slaying God, a flurry of system reward notifications sounded, but Su 1 had no time to look.
He rushed to the top of the Tower of Babel and laid down the memory clip.
At this moment, he heard the elevator sound coming from downstairs.
"Quick, hide." Fang Tang floated out from his pocket: "That ’Su Ming’an’ and the World Master are coming up in the elevator. The World Master is in cahoots with the Master of the End of All Things, don’t let the World Master find you, or you’ll be detained by the Master of the End of All Things."
Su 1 said: "What about that ’Su Ming’an’? He’s with the World Master, won’t he be harmed by the Master of the End of All Things?"
Fang Tang said: "He’s fine. You can understand him as [Dark Side] Su Ming’an, and you are [Light Side] Su Ming’an."
"To you, the World Tree is good, and the Master of the End of All Things is bad."
"But to him, the Master of the End of All Things is good, and the World Tree is bad."
"You don’t need to worry about the Master of the End of All Things harming him; he will be fine."
Su 1 understood that perhaps future him encountered trouble, which led to him being sliced into multiple parts—one part placed in the [Dark Side] and two parts placed in the [Light Side].
Maybe, if both sides act simultaneously, only then would there be a good ending.
The screen... from another perspective, isn’t it also a mirror?
He broke through the screen, in reality, breaking through the mirror, encountering another part of "him."
"Looks like I need to be cautious of the Master of the End of All Things, while this Dark Side Su Ming’an needs to be wary of the World Tree..." Su 1 thought: "But it’s probably fine; he likely won’t go meet the World Tree on purpose."
Su 1 didn’t rush to leave but stood invisible at the edge of the Tower of Babel, wanting to take a look at his dark-sided self.
At this moment, the elevator door opened, but it wasn’t Su Ming’an and the World Master who came out first—it was Noel.
"What is Noel doing here? This must be [Dark Side] Noel..." Su 1 stared at this Dark Side Noel; the Light Side Noel by his side was still flying in the sky.
Apparently, it’s not just him; many players have also been sliced into two parts. Except for him, he’s unique, being sliced into three.
Noel walked to the throne and discovered the memory clip Su 1 had just placed down. Noel picked up the clip and looked at it, learning of the news that the God of Oblivion had already died. He had heard that the God of Oblivion had a good nature, so he came to check it out, but didn’t expect that the God of Oblivion was already dead.
Coincidentally, Noel was somewhat tired, so he directly sat down on the throne, crossed his legs, and muttered to himself: "...Sorry Klimens, for taking your spot right away."
At this moment, another elevator door opened, and this time it was Su Ming’an and the World Master.
...
["You go ahead, the God of Oblivion only likes clean people; I’m not suitable to step into His temple." said the World Master.]
[Su Ming’an walked out of the elevator, confronted by the gray-black sea of clouds, the haze like thick ink. A statue of the God of Oblivion stood amidst the sea of clouds.]
[Su Ming’an heard a sound:]
["...Sorry Klimens, for taking your spot right away."]
[Su Ming’an paused and walked around to the front of the throne—surprisingly, it was Noel.]
[Su Ming’an didn’t expect to meet Noel here.]
["I didn’t successfully enter the Disciple Game at dawn; instead, I fell unconscious until this morning, so I wanted to find a god to ask the reason." Noel pointed underfoot: "But as it turns out, the God of Oblivion is already dead. No one killed Him; it seems He committed suicide."]
[Su Ming’an glanced at the ground, where there was a memory clip.]
[He picked it up, inside still lingering with a trace of the God of Oblivion’s consciousness.]
["God of Oblivion, why did you commit suicide?" Su Ming’an looked at the clip.]
["Heh, hehehe..." the God of Oblivion laughed:]
["After Lotasha was killed by you, I foresaw my outcome—I would be killed by you. Ever since your creation of me, I have known that my life and death were at your whim."]
["I am not rebellious like Lotasha. So, I choose self-conclusion... even if I do not understand why you wish to kill us. But your pen bestowed me life, and I should return it to you."]
["This way, will you remember me more?"]
...
[Soon, the last consciousness of the God of Oblivion dissipated, and the clip went silent.]
[Su Ming’an put down the clip, leaned on the chair back, and slowly sat down: "Noel, I’m going to take a nap."]
[Noel’s eyes slightly widened: "Now?"]
["Yes." Su Ming’an nodded. Although he previously stabbed Sique’s neck, the situation is complex now, and he must inquire about Sique in his dream.]
[Noel just watched as Su Ming’an tilted his head and dozed off by the throne.]
...
Watching Dark Side Su Ming’an doze off by the throne, Su 1 whispered to himself:
"What will future me encounter..."
"Magpie doesn’t know~" Fang Tang said.
"What should I do now? Should I go find the World Tree?" Su 1 asked.
"Just act according to your usual thought process." Fang Tang said.
"That simple?" Su 1 asked.
"Yes, because you are in the [Light Side], you can act according to your usual thought process. But the other you is in the [Dark Side], many things are opposite, so he must use reverse thinking, and his way of doing things will be quite different from yours." Fang Tang said:
"For example, if your first reaction now is to go find the World Tree, then his first reaction now would be to find the Master of the End of All Things."
"And if you want to save someone, he would want to kill someone."
"Your every action will be subtly influenced by light and dark, because Luowasha’s essence is a mirror, the Light Side and Dark Side reflect each other; only a positive and a negative can achieve balance, using order to prevent chaos’s entropy increase. If you truly don’t understand, then think of it with the ten thousand world lines of the World of Old Days."
"Perhaps, Luowasha is acting on both sides; none can be neglected."
Fang Tang’s words were already clear, and Su 1, no longer a simple, foolish college student, soon understood.
Su 1 jokingly said: "Then to put it figuratively, since I am diametrically opposite to him. I save people, he kills people. I do good, he does evil—if I am an angel, in my eyes, isn’t he a demon?"
"Yes..." Fang Tang floated a bit, flapping its little wings.
Its sugary heart melted a little more:
...
"You are an angel."
"He is a demon."
...
Just then, Su 1 heard the wind sound.
He looked up and saw Noel by the throne raise the rose cane.
"Swipe!"
The bright red tip of the blade aimed at the just-asleep Su Ming’an.
