Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1356 - 7: [The Story Continues]

"After all, rewriting a world with your own hands... even with existing data and templates, it requires tremendous effort. Even for the mightiest Creator, it’s very challenging."

"Many Creators are assisting him, working in collaboration. Some are responsible for rewriting the weather, some for the maps, some for the system of strength, some for the animals..."

"Luowasha, this vast and intricately complex world, is entirely constructed from text."

Suddenly, Su Ming’an heard a rustling sound and looked up.

The Red Sun continued to sink, the wind screamed with destruction, all things burned, mountains and rivers shattered, and all beings fell into the abyss of doom.

—Yet in the sky, an enormous web of text inexplicably rose.

"Ding—ding—ding—ding—"

Like a divine tapestry cast down from the heavens, every node of the web etched with marks of history.

They began to move slowly, every letter, every stroke, every symbol changing, reorganizing, as if a huge cosmic film.

Epoch after epoch, like fast-forwarding stories, swiftly traversed the cosmic curtain at this moment.

The First Epoch, the brave’s giant sword gleamed with radiance, the sound of iron and blood clashing resonated in the air.

The Second Epoch, towering churches rose to the sky, words turned into stone sculptures and stained glass. Following this, Da Vinci’s brush danced in the sky, reminiscent of Renaissance Italy, an era for the Creators emerged.

The Third Epoch, steam trains raced along tracks, words turned into the gears of machines and the sweat of workers. Meanwhile, at the other end of the net, the aura of sword masters gradually formed in the Ancient Eastern Country, the vigor and sword energy stirred endlessly.

The Fourth Epoch, the Blue Moon hung high, twenty-seven gods stood in dominance, endless shrines scattered across the Five Great Planes, everywhere marked by fantastical and magnificent strokes.

Each scene came to life vividly, as text and images intertwined, arranged, narrated.

Every transition was naturally smooth, every detail meticulously crafted.

Su Ming’an gazed upon this magnificent cosmic curtain, as if immersed in the long river of history.

Finally, the web of text slowly closed up, pressing towards the Red Sun.

This was the web of rewriting.

From Sique and numerous Creators.

—At the moment of reset, the rewriting web imprinted the entire world.

The romance of creation, the pinnacle of art.

This will allow everything in Luowasha, after the reset, to quickly return to normal.

Doom dissipates, the dead revive.

Until the Master of the End of All Things descends the Red Sun once again, all this will happen again.

Su Ming’an looked up, blood flowed down the rim of his eyes, his pupils reflecting the Red Sun and the white web.

"...Luowasha." He murmured.

Air, humidity, temperature, water source, large map, laws, force system, historical nodes... Creators spent their effort to rewrite a complete world.

From before the reset, to after the reset.

From the previous book, to the next book.

Every modification, every fine-tuning, every linkage of "Memory Clip", every dropping of "Narrative Anchor Point".

Creators walked the path of order, rewriting the rules since Luowasha’s autonomy. Just as the sun sets at a fixed time, and shares the sky with the moon at a fixed time, stellar astronomy all on the same path.

Step out of the primitive, bid farewell to ignorance, ignite the薪火.

Patiently adjusting historical nodes until completely replicating the original world.

Once, twice, again and again.

—They show the same smile, weave the same blue sky.

Yet at the next reset, at the moment the Red Sun sets, witness the demise of everything with their own eyes.

...

I create first, then erase.

First endow with a soul, then let it perish.

First attain the soul’s brilliance, then drive its life to extinction.

—First destroy, then "rebirth".

...

[—Why did they fall?]

[—And why do endless loopholes and sorrow persist in the world?]

[History is an ancient, real, engraved epitaph and mourning book above civilization. I do not dare to consider myself akin to history; I’m merely a base imprint maker of life, a thief of others’ lives, a ruthless executioner of discarded objects.]

[But at least, words depicted their burning ideals and fervor in downfall... before the library completely collapsed in the cosmos.]

[Sique, you are indeed cruel. Offering them hope, then giving them despair.]

[If you couldn’t bear it, you shouldn’t have picked up your feather pen in the first place.]

...

"Supreme Lord." Under the Red Sun, Su Ming’an spoke: "Can you help me with something?"

"Speak." The Supreme Lord replied.

"I am a Player, unable to accept such a party wipe ending. Sique has already discussed with me, providing a way to survive the Red Sun by ’building a small world and detaching from the Player IP’." Su Ming’an said: "I don’t want the next reset to leave me in the same situation today."

"You mean?"

"I want to try breaking the situation, to avoid today’s scenario from happening again. I’ve heard your kind excel at the art of slicing, can you try it on me?" Su Ming’an proposed: "Slice me into three parts, more than that I won’t be able to manage."

The Supreme Lord pondered: "Alright, but you need to consider one thing..."

—What exactly triggers Su Ming’an’s authority?

If Su Ming’an is only one, upon Su Ming’an’s death, Death Rebound will inevitably trigger.

But if Su Ming’an has three, then when one dies, will the Death Rebound trigger?

Su Ming’an speculated that perhaps all three of himself need to die before the Death Rebound triggers.

Having witnessed Dieying’s actions - Dieying, Little A’ba, Ba Axiao. Su Ming’an also wanted to try this feeling of slicing. To slice into three parts actually meant venturing three times on the same timeline, with each being a truly real experience, but the memories wouldn’t be shared. Until finally merging, only then would the memories of these three times return to the mind.

Fortuitously, in front of him was a High Dimension entity, willing to let him try, so he intended to give it a shot.

Soon, the Supreme Lord brought someone over.

Looking closely—turns out to be the Cloud City God.

This wasn’t the usual "Cloud City God" Su Ming’an teased Su Rin about, but a veritable Cloud City God. The kind not dethroned from the divine seat.

Slicing involved the soul, so the Supreme Lord let the Cloud City God wielding Soul Authority make the incision.

With Su Ming’an’s permission, the slicing was completed.

"After the reset, you remain in a normal state, and only upon encountering an unsolvable predicament, the slicing will trigger, and you’ll split into three parts." The Supreme Lord explained: "After resolving the predicament, you will return to normal. The opportunity is only once."

Su Ming’an thanked him: "Thank you."

He didn’t know why the Supreme Lord was so kind to him, but the Hundred Gods Profession allowed him to feel others’ emotions, and the Supreme Lord’s kindness towards him was high, thus Su Ming’an was willing to seek help from Him.

Su Ming’an inquired: "Then will we Players retain impressions from before the reset?"

The Supreme Lord said: "Theoretically, no, you will think the instance just started."

Su Ming’an held his head: "...This situation seems familiar, apparently some deity has used this."

The Supreme Lord: "..."

Su Ming’an: "Can you tell the post-reset me about everything from before the reset?"

The Supreme Lord: "Not this time."

Su Ming’an: "Why?"

The Supreme Lord wanted to say because if you quickly speed through, finish, and get divided by the Organizers, where am I supposed to watch your story?

The Space-time Record Body Su Ming’an left was such a great thing, not yet repaired, They still wanted to continue watching.

The Supreme Lord thought for a moment and lied: "This time, didn’t you promise the World Tree to become Luowasha’s protagonist?"

Su Ming’an nodded. After all, he entered the instance as the Rin Clan, naturally becoming the protagonist favored by the World Tree.

The Supreme Lord: "A protagonist’s every move influences the memory clip of Luowasha, which in turn affects the speed of entropy increase. Therefore, next time, I’ll let the Shitposter Demon interfere with your race selection, preventing you from born as the Rin Clan. As long as you’re no longer the protagonist, I can tell you everything."

"Furthermore, please be wary of the Main God World. Since the boundary between Luowasha and the Main God World is no longer distinct, you may encounter imitations by others. Whether you can distinguish the real from the fake depends on yourself."

Su Ming’an said, "Understood, thank you. If I ever ascend to High Dimensions, I will repay your guidance."

The white goat looked at him with complex eyes.

With a goodwill for the Protagonist, and a greed for Authority.

It is His desire to read the story that has delayed Su Ming’an’s progress and prolonged his suffering. If He were to guide Su Ming’an to a clear path now, Su Ming’an could quickly advance.

Given the current situation, there should be no next instance, and it will likely end with Su Ming’an being divided and conquered by the Organizers.

Even so, it fulfills Su Ming’an’s wish. This is the ending Su Ming’an is willing to accept.

He has long been in pain and full of scars, extending his suffering time. He feels a hint of...guilt and a strange pleasure.

"Although you will forget everything after the next reset, I will create a dream for you during the initial phase, showing images related to the Red Sun. How much you can truly recall will be entirely up to you."

"Please find a way to protect yourself quickly...you don’t have much time left."

He didn’t say much more, and soon disappeared. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Su Ming’an silently embraced the bones, watched the Red Sun slowly devour the earth, surrounded by the bodies of his companions...

He chuckled lightly:

"Indeed."

"The story will begin anew."

...

Su Ming’an opened his eyes.

In front of him was a space of pure black.

He had just had a dream in which "he" laughed wildly under the Red Sun, surrounded by the bodies of his companions...it was truly terrifying.

Goosebumps covered him, as if the heavy scent of blood still lingered at the tip of his nose, and the feeling of brain matter and broken bones remained on his hands.

"Huff...huff...huff..."

He breathed heavily, as the images repeatedly replayed in his mind.

...What he just saw, what was that?

It should have been the memory of someone named "Sique Olivius," but why did Lü Shu, Noel Yuanyuan, and the others get annihilated around Sique?

This person is too twisted; surpassing predecessors by millions of times, too frightening. He is determined not to become such a person.

"Tee-hee—" Laughter echoed.

A figure wearing a clown mask, with a body like fluid paint, approached him.

Su Ming’an calmed down a bit and looked at the Shitposter Demon.

Indeed, before the instance starts, he has to choose a race, but he hasn’t chosen yet and has seen such an apocalyptic scene, indicating the instance hasn’t truly begun.

"Su Ming’an!" Kasadia’s smile grew more brilliant, "What you just saw was the end of the world simulated by me! Scary, isn’t it? If you don’t want the world to fall into such a scenario, then strive hard!"

"So, that’s a possible future?" Su Ming’an said.

"Yes." Kasadia’s laughter carried a hint of expectation:

"If you don’t try to change anything, you will certainly head towards that scenario. Quickly, choose a race."

"The instance, is about to start..."

...

...

[Ocean Angel: "...Hmm, exactly the same expression. When you lied to me about writing about me, you had this expression...are you planning to deceive me again, sharp-tongued Magpie?"]

—Before the reset, you made that promise to me with this expression. After the reset, you maintain this bird-like appearance.

...

[Bairan: "I hate deceit...Sique once deceived me, at that time I swore, if I encounter another deceiver, I will make them die in the ugliest way."]

—Before the reset, you deceived me. After the reset, I won’t spare you.

...

[Xi Li: "Recently, the Tasang Flowers on the Gluir Plains have bloomed beautifully, will you take me to see them?"]

—Before the reset, you promised to take me to see the flowers. After the reset, will you fulfill this promise?

...

[Elf King: "Forgetfulness is appropriate. Remembering those things isn’t beneficial to you. Go away. Don’t approach Luowasha’s core or the World Tree anymore, best to hide where no one can find you, be a happy Jellyfish."]

—Before the reset, you worked so hard. This time, don’t go near the World Tree again.

...

[Wu Yi: "Choose me! Choose my storyline! My storyline is much more interesting than Xi Li’s."]

—Before the reset, you chose Xi Li’s storyline. This time, why not choose me?

...

[Pudding: "My name is Pudding, I was the original Heroine of Luowasha’s storyline that got overshadowed, I know what the future holds. But a person named ’Hui Bai,’ a scheming villain also learned the future storyline and overshadowed me, approached you. The original narrative of taking you on the Cat Car, using Divination Cards, seeing the World Tree...should have been mine."]

—Before the reset, I brought you on the Cat Car, we used Divination Cards, saw the World Tree. But after the reset, this person named Hui Bai also retained his memory, he knew you would become the Protagonist, so he deliberately approached you, replacing my original role.

...

["Olivius! You can’t escape!!!"]

["Olivius, wait for me!"]

["Olivius—!!!"]

["Olivius—I will find you—!"]

—Olivius, do you think resetting the world will make us forget everything? You didn’t expect that this time, we would remember everything, right!

...

All the Royal ones remember everything before the reset.

Filled with "emotional debts," thoroughly mournful.

And at the beginning of the story,

The innocent Lighthouse Jellyfish, on the first day at Luowasha, opened its eyes.

A smiling golden-haired youth pushed open the Jellyfish’s door.

"Come on, Liujin."

"Let me take you to...’first encounter’ this world."

...

Thus,

One generation, one generation, and yet another generation of resets.

Time does not flow, i.e., "Rivers do not turn."

Endless resets, i.e., "Glory of all ages."

Longevity equal to heaven, eternally enjoying joy.

Long Joy here, Chant For Our Lord.

Prosperity never fades, Blessings boundless.

...

—Rivers do not turn, Glory of all ages.

...

The Creator wields the pen,

At the pen’s tip, all things bloom.

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