Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1354 - 5: "The World Doesn’t Need a Living Savior.
The process went very smoothly, as people fled in agony under the Red Sun.
As the Red Sun descended, scorching lava surged forth, evaporating mountains and rivers completely. People fled like ants, their eyes filled with helplessness and despair.
The Master of the End of All Things watched coldly over it all, unshaken, showing no pity.
Indeed, no High Dimensional beings came out to stop Him.
—But the one who stood against Him was a nineteen-year-old young life.
Under the Red Sun, the sky was full of glowing colors.
The flames of destruction raged. The screams of people mixed with explosions and fireworks, the glow of flames reflecting their faces full of despair.
—Yet a purple-haired youth moved against all living beings.
As if mimicking the actions of a protagonist from literature, this purple-haired youth stood under the burning Red Sun of Luowasha, raised his head, and stared at the fiery sky, shouting loudly:
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"—Destroyer above the stars, I am Sique Olivius, a native of Luowasha, and I request a conversation with you!"
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The Master of the End of All Things above the stars lowered His gaze.
No one had ever spoken to Him in this way.
The purple-haired youth walked against the current, alone.
"...Is this person mad?" People screamed when they saw Sique’s action. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
"...I recognize this person, he, he’s my neighbor, a writer, he’s just a madman!"
"...Haha, crazy, crazy... everyone will die!!"
Yet Sique continued to look at the sky, indifferent to the criticism.
"—Destroyer above the stars, listen well." Sique raised five fingers, his fingers already cracked from the burns:
"—Five sentences, and I will make you stop the Red Sun."
The Master of the End of All Things couldn’t be bothered to respond, this person seemed as small as an ant in His eyes.
...Five sentences? Who does this person think they are? Just a tiny ant, and yet they dare to speak so boldly.
In the past, the Master of the End of All Things encountered some such arrogant beings, but they all perished, and this person would be no exception.
He looked at this person indifferently.
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"—I know that it must be Luowasha that has offended the Rules, which is why destruction is upon us." First sentence.
Sique pressed down the first finger.
"—Listen carefully, I have read hundreds of civilizations’ ’Space-time Record Bodies,’ all stored in my mind. If I die, these last traces of hundreds of civilizations will disappear too." Second sentence.
Sique pressed down the second finger, the flames crackling and burning upon him.
"—If I write down all the ’Space-time Record Bodies’ of these hundreds of civilizations, their entropy reduction rate will certainly exceed Luowasha’s entropy increase rate." Third sentence.
The flames climbed to the ends of Sique’s long hair, the bright colors gradually turning to ashes.
"—I am willing to write down everything in my mind and give it to you. In return, you must spare Luowasha!" Fourth sentence.
Sique pressed down the fourth finger, wholly engulfed in flames.
His voice became hoarse, his throat blackened with burns, and through the intense pain of scorching, he managed to utter his final words:
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"—If you have... any intention of negotiating with me, please cease the descent of the Red Sun!"
Fifth sentence.
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Stilled.
The world seemed to come to a halt.
In people’s shocked gaze, the Red Sun gradually faded away. The fierce red light turned into a weak afterglow, finally dissolving into the dark curtain.
The Red Sun on the horizon was devoured by the deep night, leaving only the long darkness and cold silence between heaven and earth.
"Swish!"
Suddenly, a pair of vast, boundless green eyes opened abruptly in the blazing hot sky, spanning the wide world, like a clear spring in chaos.
The eyes stared coldly at all living beings, as if everyone under the eyelids were ants.
The appearance of the eyes stunned the entire world, everyone was awed by this scene, holding their breath.
The Master of the End of All Things had no physical form, He had taken the form of a pair of eyes so that Sique could see Him.
"..."
He admitted, Sique’s words had made Him hesitate.
If He had no thought, no matter what temptation Sique threw out, He would have descended destruction without hesitation. But with thought, there is deliberation, He began to consider Sique’s words.
In the panicked crowd running, the purple-haired youth moved forward against the current, his golden eyes full of calm.
The ground was littered with burnt corpses, all living beings stared in shock at the purple-haired youth, not understanding why his brief words to the sky could temporarily pause the apocalypse.
The purple-haired youth raised his head, his purple hair flying.
"Your words have three doubts." The Master of the End of All Things said indifferently: "If you cannot answer any of them, I will kill you instantly."
"Please speak." Sique answered without humility or arrogance.
His entire skin had turned red and black from burns, his flesh crisscrossed, no different from most of the wretched people. Yet his eyes were pure, without a hint of fear.
His voice was very hoarse, the burns already damaged his throat.
But even the sound like a broken bellows had become the only sound in this world.
No one dared to speak at this moment.
—Only he, only him.
"You are just a small life, from where did you get these hundreds of Space-time Record Bodies you mentioned?" The Master of the End of All Things said.
"I am friends with the World Tree, the World Tree taught me how to perceive the Space-time Record Bodies in the Universe. And my spirituality is very high, through mental resonance, I have perceived and read over a hundred Space-time Record Bodies. I can share them with you." Sique said calmly.
Had the Master of the End of All Things had no emotion of shock, He would have been astonished now.
—Over a hundred! All perceived by oneself?
The Universe is vast, Space-time Record Bodies floating in it like tiny dust, some High Dimensions may not find one even in hundreds of years.
"...You perceived over a hundred alone??" The Master of the End of All Things asked.
"No, it’s not just me alone." Sique shook his head: "There were many predecessors too. I am just the one who perceived the most."
"Second question, how will you deliver these Space-time Record Bodies to me? Aren’t you afraid that I’ll destroy you once I have them?" The Master of the End of All Things asked.
Sique laughed: "Have you heard the story of ’One Thousand and One Nights’?"
The Master of the End of All Things understood Sique’s meaning: "You mean..."
Sique said: "I have 133 Space-time Record Bodies in my mind. Every 100 years, I’ll tell you one. Even if you want to destroy Luowasha, at least you must wait until 13,300 years later, and by then I would certainly have found a way to counter you."
His words were full of pride.
"...Judging by your appearance, you should belong to the Magpie Clan. You are just a short-lived species, how do you guarantee living over 13,300 years?" The Master of the End of All Things asked.
Sique took off his hat and smiled: "I forgot to mention, I recently transformed into the Witch Race, ascending to an Eternal Species. Now I’m of dual race, both Magpie Clan and Witch Race. If not for Yuyu, I would not end my life, you can rest assured."
"...Good. You must give me 10 Space-time Record Bodies first as proof." The Master of the End of All Things said.
Sique: "Alright, consider it a down payment."
After the transaction was established, the Master of the End of All Things gave Sique a complicated look.
"But if Luowasha’s entropy increase accelerates further, faster than the entropy reduction rate of over a hundred Space-time Record Bodies. At that time, I will still destroy you." The Master of the End of All Things said.
Sique smiled, his eyebrows slightly curved: "Hmm. Entropy increase cannot be reversed, Luowasha’s entropy increase rate will only get faster. So the day you destroy us will come sooner or later."
The Master of the End of All Things didn’t expect him to understand so well: "You’re right. Even if you slowly give me over a hundred Space-time Record Bodies, it’s just a slow death."
Sique laughed: "It’s okay. I’ll try to solve it."
The Master of the End of All Things found it ridiculous, how could such a matter be resolved? Unless Sique killed everyone causing chaos, erased all chaotic and disorderly parts of the world, and changed the underlying logic of Luowasha into a single orderly world. Otherwise, entropy increase would only accelerate.
But changing the entire world, how could it be easy? It’s even harder than killing everyone.
Moreover, Sique was just a 19-year-old young life, merely a human, not even a deity. How could he change the whole Luowasha?
He was so weak that even a high-class race could easily kill him.
The Master of the End of All Things said: "You can tell me how you wish to change it."
Sique spread his hands and smiled:
"I am recently researching the concept of the ’Space-time Record Body’:"
"[When a life form’s positional rank is high enough, or due to other special reasons, the traces left by this individual in the universe’s long river of time silently form a ’Space-time Record Body’. It records the individual’s birth, experience, and death in real-time.]"
"[’Space-time Record Body’, once emerged, appears without any warning, often floating between the star seas of the universe, like cosmic debris invisible to the naked eye.]"
"I am curious about how such a thing is formed in the universe. Since its function is to slow down the entropy increase of the universe, if it could be replicated to create something similar in Luowasha, it could slow Luowasha’s entropy increase."
The Master of the End of All Things said: "An interesting idea, but hard to achieve."
Yet Sique smiled:
"How would we know if we don’t try?"
"If successful one day, I plan to name the replica ’Memory Clip’."
"Just as the universe automatically creates ’Space-time Record Bodies’, one day Luowasha will also automatically create ’Memory Clips’."
"If the ’Space-time Record Body’ can slow the universe’s entropy increase, then the ’Memory Clip’ can slow Luowasha’s entropy increase."
"I look forward to the moment when the concept of ’Memory Clip’ truly appears in Luowasha."
The Master of the End of All Things listened and thought Sique was too arrogant, daring to replicate a Space-time Record Body? Impossible to achieve.
"...Alright, I will erase all your memories about me." The Master of the End of All Things said. Since It did not plan to destroy Luowasha for the time being, Its existence could not be exposed, It only appeared during the destruction of civilizations.
"Go ahead." Sique nodded.
Subsequently, after communicating with the World Tree, the World Tree helped erase everyone’s memories about the Master of the End of All Things, leaving their memories at the moment when the Red Sun descended.
In people’s memories, in the next moment, the Red Sun inexplicably disappeared.
They only saw a purple-haired young man, covered in burns, standing quietly under the gradually vanishing Red Sun.
The purple hair blew with the wind, the shoulders bathed in bright light, his golden pupils concealed stories enough to save an entire world.
The Secret Keeper of 133 stories, the high-dimensional dialoguer, the Compensation Person for the world, the Creator who would guard Luowasha for 12,300 years—Sique Olivius. This year, he was only 19 years old.
"It’s him..."
Survivors of the disaster spoke with trembling voices, eyes full of confusion and wonder:
"...The Red Sun disappeared, was it him who saved us..."
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In fact, Sique hadn’t initially planned to extend Luowasha’s life.
He originally intended to exchange over a hundred Space-time Record Bodies in his mind to have the Master of the End of All Things help him with Dimensional Ascension.
But seeing the magpie brooch gifted by Siyi on his cuff, he changed his mind temporarily.
...He wouldn’t pursue Dimensional Ascension; instead, he decided to save Luowasha.
That night, he had a dream.
The Master of the End of All Things descended into the dream and conversed with him.
"You are the most unique life I’ve ever seen, Sique Olivius."
"Thanks for the compliment." Sique offered the Master of the End of All Things a bag of chips.
The two sat in the void of the dream, crunching on chips, seemingly forgetting the stark difference in essence between their lives.
"However, you must remember if one day, the rate of Luowasha’s entropy increase exceeds the benefits you bring me, I will still destroy you, and the Red Sun will descend again."
"Go ahead."
"When that time comes, whether it’s triggering a Demonization Crisis or disrupting the Narrative Anchor Point... I will try everything to destroy you."
"Go ahead."
"Your selflessness, courage, and resolve, willing to give up your opportunity for Dimensional Ascension to save Luowasha, earn my admiration. No matter how many stories I’ve seen, a great Savior like you always shines brightly."
"...Oh, are you misunderstanding something?"
"Misunderstanding?"
The purple-haired young man tossed the feather pen in his hand, eyes full of gentleness, yet never looked at the scarred humanity, but focused on the feather pen in his hand:
"I just think... if everyone dies, where will my inspiration come from?"
"Floating alone in the universe, who will read the books I write?"
"My entertaining words, without an audience to read them, would be a pity."
"So, regardless, I will save them."
"In this entire salvation process... I am sure to gather plenty of material to complete a grand and epic novel..."
For the first time, the Master of the End of All Things felt that there existed a non-human sense in life stronger than Its own.
It finally understood why people then would call Sique a madman.
...Madman.
...Truly a madman.
He had no love for the world, as if everything were his words.
"But, you are an interesting madman!" The Master of the End of All Things mimicked human laughter and burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha..." Sique laughed along with It.
Like two monsters laughing towards the apocalypse.
Before the void’s obliteration, before the destined fall of Damocles’ Sword,
—The young man laughed aloud.
Like a nightingale singing on a branch, like a crow pecking at chips on a dock, like a lively magpie.
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Sique Olivius.
Secret Keeper, narrator, protagonist, creator.
A madman.
Yet a madman that even high-dimensional beings kept at a respectful distance.
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—The spirited 19-year-old youth did not yet know that what awaited him was a silence and solitude lasting for millennia.
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"[...That morning, fallen leaves covered the ground,]
[Two roads unspoiled by footprints.]
[Ah, leave the other road for another time to find...!]
[But I know the path stretches endlessly,]
[I’m afraid I may never return.]
[I’m afraid I may never return...!]"
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["Master of the End of All Things" Memory Clip, reading complete.]
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Su Ming’an opened his eyes.
God looked at him with a tilted head.
