Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1345 - 1338: Angel Route 1 – "Cloud City God
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[Three Su Together Note Arrangement (by.T-0321)]
[Su1 (Appearance Su Liujin):
Alias: Su1
Route: Angel Line (Light Side)
Cause of Appearance: Automatically generated Su Liujin appearance upon entering the Disciple Game.
Experience: After Hui Bai’s scalpel dropped, Su Ming’an didn’t die, continued to live on in Su Liujin’s body → Traveled with Wu Yi, killed Xue Jiarui → Broke the screen in the hall → Entered the Dark Side → Placed the lens of the God of Oblivion into the Tower of Babel]
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[Su2 (Appearance Su Wensheng):
Alias: Su2
Route: Angel Line (Light Side)
Cause of Appearance: Formed by wearing "Su Wensheng’s Black Earrings."
Experience: After Hui Bai’s scalpel fell, Su Ming’an died, his consciousness transferred to the cloning Shadow. To prevent the face from being too noticeable, wore Su Wensheng’s Black Earrings and showed the appearance of Su Wensheng → Continuously watched surveillance alone in the hall → Drew the Boss Rabbit by mistake → Entered Shen Xue’s Story Domain in the hall]
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[Su3 (Appearance Sique):
Alias: Demon Su/Dark Su
Route: Demon Line (Dark Side)
Cause of Appearance: Did not enter the Disciple Game, still in the "First Perspective Sique’s body."
Experience: Did not enter the Disciple Game → Went to the Tower of Babel with the World Master, picked up the lens Su1 left behind → Red Sun Descending, jumped off the building to reset, entered the second cycle → Searched for Yamada Machiichi → Kidnapped by the Black Robed Man in the Second Epoch → Saw Poisonous Lin Hejin at the banquet → Met Ran Bo at the Experimental City → Pursued by the Rin Clan’s younger brother → Eaten by the World Tree (BE)]
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Su Rin stood not far from the Tower of Babel.
He wore a bright red scarf, swaying with the wind.
The red sun resembled a burning phoenix, dragging a flaming tail, gliding across the sky. With each breath, it exhaled a light intertwining gold and blood red. Mountains, rivers were coated with a layer of scorching gold foil, struggling in agony.
"...You divided his soul into three?" Su Rin asked.
A figure appeared beside him, indifferent pupils identical to his, replied: "Yes."
"Cloud City God." Su Rin chewed on the term, as if calling out to an acquaintance, yet addressing a stranger: "You are my card. You should discuss before acting."
Cloud City God glanced at him, seemingly disdainful: "..."
Moments later, He said: "I heard echoes from the future, is it the future Su Ming’an...? That’s the name, right, he requested this from me."
Su Rin faintly frowned: "The future Su Ming’an asked you to divide his soul into three? Why? What’s the point?"
Cloud City God replied: "Who knows."
Suddenly, Su Rin looked up, feeling one soul dying.
He had marked Su Ming’an’s soul, vaguely sensing when Su Ming’an died.
"...Su Ming’an jumped off a building and killed himself?" Su Rin’s eyes widened: "...Why?"
Many thoughts flashed in his mind, his body swayed, walked towards the Tower of Babel, saw the corpse, bloody and indistinct on the ground.
The crowned Sea Emperor stood next to the corpse, collecting. The scorching sunlight falling on the skin, crackling, even the Sea Emperor couldn’t withstand the temperature of the Red Sun.
The apocalypse loomed, all creatures silent, everywhere the scent of burning corpses.
Su Rin gazed at the corpse on the ground, Su Ming’an’s fallen body no longer recognizable, limbs bloodily muddled together.
"..." The face of the Sea Emperor, always with a gentle smile, now lifeless, he picked up a piece of Su Ming’an’s flesh, unexpectedly shoved it into his mouth!
"What are you doing!" Su Rin immediately stopped him.
Blood flowed down the fingers, staining the lips rosy. Lu slowly said: "He died once in the sea, but after I ate him, he grew back. So if I eat him again, will he grow back this time..."
"Dead, how can he be reborn? Besides, he no longer has the Hydroid Form now." Su Rin said.
"He might, maybe..." Lu said.
Watching the semi-delirious Sea Emperor, Su Rin frowned, a sudden flash of inspiration crossed his mind.
This inspiration flashed briefly, almost elusive.
But this time, he finally caught it, then a hypothesis enlarged in his mind...
Su Ming’an was fragile, yet always fearlessly audacious.
Su Ming’an never treated his own life as life.
Su Ming’an didn’t call for him this time, directly jumped off a building to kill himself, obviously not yet at the point of despair.
Clearly, Su Ming’an was dead, yet, in Cloud City God’s mouth, there still existed the "future Su Ming’an."
"..."
At this moment, his eyes lit up, seems he suddenly understood something.
Like a heavy mist torn apart by sunlight, everything became clear. He laughed lowly, while the Sea Emperor looked at him, puzzled.
"...So that’s how it is, so it is..."
His eyes slightly bright, he walked forward.
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Su1 gathered all remaining surviving players.
Mizushima Kawa Sora, Atlanda, Alger, Luna, Isabella, Boris, Lü Shu... About thirty people.
People were restless, some even cried out; they never thought they’d face such despairing end, already so many players dead, humanity was destined to lose.
Su1 raised his hand, signaled everyone to quiet.
"Su Ming’an, we can’t hold on much longer. If not for Tian Yu leaving us a frost barrier, we’d be completely annihilated." Mizushima Kawa Sora pointed above. They survived because of an ice-blue barrier overhead, formed through Tian Yu’s life sacrifice. Naturally, Bei Wang, sharing body with Tian Yu, had also fallen asleep completely.
Outside the barrier, corpses piled up, blood ocean. Mizushima Kawa Sora could hardly imagine many players left alive, roughly estimating no more than two digits. This number would completely disappear as temperatures rose.
The sickening burnt smell lingered, despair spread.
"Su Ming’an, even in this situation, can you turn the tide?" Mizushima Kawa Sora caressed the trickster demon’s divinity. If she swallowed the divinity, she’d survive, but her solo survival contrasted humanity’s defeat.
Her sister, likely never able...
Alger frowned: "My Time Elf Ming Rui can help us traverse time a bit, but only for a few of us, can’t change the overall situation... Has humanity truly lost?"
He clenched his fists, sorrow surfaced.
No one expected, originally set to descend on the tenth day, the Red Sun suddenly advancing to the sixth day? They weren’t prepared, overwhelmed by a face-hitting big move, defenseless.
Su1 scanned around, gazed at each player.
Luowasha meant all players competing together, communal success or fall. Apocalypse arriving, all vanish together, no escaping chance.
But this also meant, all glorious players, would fight desperately until the end.
These days, Lu’s progress was quite fast, became Sea Emperor, advancing towards Third-level God.
Alger encountered a trace of the God of Chaos’s soul, aiming to ascend through this.
Mizushima Kawa Sora started the path of cultivation through Grandpa-in-a-pocket, her strength rapidly growing, she even began forging Mustard Space, hoping to imitate Su Ming’an’s small world.
Isabella is committed to researching the experimental data left behind by Ran Bo’s parents, aiming to find a method to confuse player IPs and help people escape the world game.
Boris’s Lighthouse Church is flourishing, and the massive faith he gathers has vaguely touched upon the authority called "Saint." He is collecting the enormous faith of Luowasha to offer to Su Ming’an.
Aylan, through the Time Elf, has mastered the method to return to the First Epoch, intending to contact the artificial time authority researched by Sique years ago.
There are many, many players that Su Ming’an has not yet seen, all desperately striving... some small, yet great.
In such a grand and magnificent supreme world, the players’ power is skyrocketing as if riding a rocket, even faintly touching upon the gods and high dimensions.
Facing everyone’s panic, Su1 demonstrated a strong leader’s aura, lightly raising and pressing his hand:
"Believe me, your efforts will not end on this day."
"Since you all understand that we have failed this time—then at least we need to gather some information for the next use."
His words quickly caught the people’s attention.
"Next time?" The people asked in confusion:
"What next time?"
Su1 calmly said, "I believe the mechanism for the eleventh instance has a ’multi-loop reset mechanism.’ If we can’t get through this Red Sun, we should return to before the Red Sun, allowing us to try again."
"This way, it explains why there’s clearly 25 days of instance time, yet such an ultimate doom is set on the tenth day. The extra 15 days are meant for our reset."
"The first failure is quite normal. What we need to do is to find enough information before this ultimate failure, so we can speedrun the second time."
His words were simple and clear.
"Oh right, why are there an extra 15 days?" The people realized:
"Deserving of Number One Player, one sentence and I understood."
Actually, what Su1 said wasn’t very deep; thinking carefully, one could understand. But people dared not think this way, nor dared gamble.
What if there’s no reset? Wouldn’t that be joking with the lives of all humanity?
Yet Su Ming’an dared to gamble.
At the moment he said it, no one disbelieved Number One Player.
Even though knowing this could be forced comfort, like palliative care, people still chose to believe Su Ming’an. Even if it was the end of their lives, they would leave it to Su Ming’an to coordinate.
"Tell us what to do, Number One Player." Anthony said calmly, raising the large sword in his hand.
"Even if you’re deceiving us, we believe you... let’s consider it compensation for previously not trusting you." Eve said hoarsely, "You’ve been through too much grievance, Number One Player."
"Alright, follow my lead." Su1 announced the next plan.
The action was simple—everyone rush the tree together.
Suicidal assault, exerting all efforts to chop down the World Tree, and see what happens.
If successful in one go, then no resetting is needed, directly clearing Luowasha and overturning the table.
Even if they failed the charge, at least they would know how they died.
The simple and easy-to-understand command needed no twisting and turning.
"Directly charge the BOSS?" Andre expressed surprise, "Isn’t that a suicidal assault? Once we start moving, this frost barrier won’t hold for long, and many will die along the way."
"Using bodies to pave the road..." Hua De, the Alliance Hierarch of Holt Wizard Alliance, understood Su Ming’an’s idea: "This is truly... a brutal and unforgiving idea. Number One Player, you plan to use our lives as fuel for progress."
Their survival so far depended on Tian Yu’s frost barrier and Tian Yu’s sacrifice.
If they still wanted to live, it would depend on sacrifice, only sacrifice.
Next, player skills must assist the main force in advancing, exhausting mana points, and then switching to another player. Facing a predicament, they would block suicidally... like a fireball advancing with the outermost ants dying constantly, escorting the innermost ants out of the flames.
Until they reached... within the World Tree.
"Don’t worry, everyone, Su Ming’an said so, didn’t he? We’ll still live after the next reset." Luna blinked and smiled, comforting.
Thinking of this, the players weren’t afraid. After all, it was Number One Player who said it, surely there’s assurance.
They were prepared; no one backed down, because nowhere could they escape now.
The atmosphere was relatively relaxed because they knew they could try again.
Only Lü Shu quietly stood beside Su Ming’an and whispered:
"...You’re not sure if there’ll be a next time, right?"
Su1 still wore a comforting smile but whispered quietly:
"Yes."
He was indeed deceiving the players.
He was completely unsure whether Luowasha had a "multi-loop reset mechanism." His confident claim was solely to unite the players at the last moment to help him rush into the World Tree.
He was a despicable person.
He used the players’ last lives, deceiving them, making them surround him. Making them willingly sacrifice for him.
He was a great liar.
Lü Shu nodded silently, then said:
"...It’s okay, you’re right."
...Is it?
Su1 looked into the distance, the World Tree’s lush branches seemed almost within reach.
"Do you want me to win?" Su1 suddenly asked.
"I want you to live." Lü Shu clenched his fists:
"Live."
"...Alright." Su1 said.
Lü Shu tightened his fists, and inside his fists seemed to be something colorful: "Don’t worry, if it doesn’t succeed... I’ll take you in, I’ll be your backup."
His eyes held a hint of melancholy but also the determined resolve to go all in.
It’s like using this item would lead to irreversible death.
"Okay." Su1 chuckled. Even though he didn’t understand why Lü Shu was so confident, he nodded.
People started moving.
At this moment, Su1 suddenly felt a pain in his head, as if his heart sensed something.
Su2, who entered Shen Xue’s story barrier... seemed to have died.
Among the three Su’s, only he remained.
This was a feedback resembling telepathy; he clutched his chest, knowing this information.
"It’s okay, it doesn’t matter." He muttered. Su2 probably got tricked by Shen Xue, but it’s not important.
He picked up the bag always left on the ground, bulging inside was Noel’s head. Because he needed to convene the players, holding Noel’s head to talk wasn’t convenient, so he wrapped Noel’s head.
Now, he could finally take it along.
He talked to the bag as he walked:
"...Noel, why aren’t you smiling anymore."
"When we meet the World Tree later, I’ll ask if it has any strawberry pudding, I’ll get you one."
"Look, you surely haven’t tasted anything sweet for a long time."
"It’s been a bit too bitter, have something sweet, we’ll all be a bit happier, right..."
