Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1360 - 11: The World Burns in My Colors (2)
[——〈Second Stick〉——]
[——〈Eighth World·Xiber·Zevan〉——]
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Under the red sun.
Two figures, one red and one black, sped through the dusky sky.
Xiber held Su Ming’an, using black tentacles as wings, swiftly sweeping across vast lands.
Beside her, the young man wearing a wizard hat smiled as he walked on the wind, holding a Phoenix Tree magic wand in his hand, with the green gemstone at the tip flashing continuously, as breeze after breeze blessed them.
The crystal blue earrings swayed, a splash of bright red circulating, like a beating heart.
"Wensheng, you..." Su Ming’an was overwhelmed with countless words, gazing at Su Wensheng.
He had heard the Shitposter Demon speak of Su Wensheng.
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[In the early First Epoch, Luowasha was not a complete planet, but half of one. Naturally, half a planet couldn’t live long, and after an eternal journey through the universe, Luowasha found another complete habitable planet and decided to collectively migrate to the new planet.]
[However, the Shitposter Demon and the World Tree secretly colluded, causing great changes in the evolution of the new planet—it evolved into an extremely dangerous fantasy world, the Luowasha we are familiar with today.]
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[Portraits appeared behind the Shitposter Demon, who casually pointed:]
["This one, is Su Wensheng, the same age as you. He possesses passionate righteousness but couldn’t even save a female classmate. If it weren’t for moving to Luowasha, having the chance to learn magic and becoming a mage of decent aptitude, with his physique, he would’ve been killed by city robbers by now..."]
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The Su Wensheng in front of him should be the one the Shitposter Demon spoke of.
Su Ming’an asked, "Wensheng... do you remember me?"
Su Wensheng turned his head and smiled: "I know you, you’re the Great Savior Su Ming’an of the World of Old Days, the benefactor of my hometown."
... It truly seemed to be the real Su Wensheng.
Su Ming’an’s eyes brightened, and he immediately asked, "Then why did you appear in Luowasha?"
In the howling winds, Su Wensheng explained his origins.
He said that one day, he felt an extremely strong summoning sensation. By then, the millennial plan had ended, Dieying had left dejected, the World of Old Days was safe, he no longer had any responsibilities, and was planning to study and prepare for the civil exams. But the road of civil exams was bound to be fraught with difficulties, unlikely to shake some deeply rooted darkness, so upon realizing the summoning sensation, he knew it was his opportunity and decided to respond to it.
The next moment, he appeared in Luowasha, as if he’d traveled through.
At first, he planned to gain enough power in this magical world, learn strong magic, and return home. He was quite talented in magic, his skills grew stronger as he learned. But when he wanted to return home, he found there was no way to go back.
Su Wensheng sighed: "Upon hearing the Great Savior Su Ming’an from the World of Old Days was here, I hurried over to find you. If you have a way, please take me back..."
Su Ming’an understood. This Su Wensheng wasn’t the one who drowned under the Blue Moon at the start, nor the earring Su Wensheng who disappeared in the Nine Serenities later. He was the reborn Su Wensheng after everything had ended, with no more responsibilities.
At the end of the Tenth World, as Su Ming’an was about to leave the instance, he saw this Su Wensheng dancing with Su Luoluo at the alleyway corner.
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["Little Blue Sky, what do you want to do in the future?" Su Luoluo asked.]
["I want to go to North Qing University, then get employed in the Union Government, and become a councilman." The boy’s eyes were bright: "Anyway, there’s always a path, I always have a way to improve this world."]
[Su Ming’an started walking, passing through the alley like every passerby, silently.]
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At the end of the Tenth World, in the epilogue, Su Wensheng’s ending was mentioned as [the youngest Union Government Councilman], with a realization possibility of [11.08%]. This meant that out of 10,000 world lines of Su Wensheng, only 1,108 world lines led to him becoming a Union Government Councilman.
Yet, the mage Su Wensheng before him did not follow the predetermined path of becoming a Union Government Councilman and instead came to Luowasha midway.
His life and death years thus became [810 years - ? year], breaking through the constraints of Destiny.
Perhaps it was the chaotic time stream of Luowasha that accidentally summoned Su Wensheng there. Or maybe a deity was composing a summoning formation, resonating with the World of Old Days... Anyway, Su Wensheng came over by chance.
The deceased are gone.
The moonlight on the lake has vanished, and the crescent imprint in the palm is long gone.
One must understand the past cannot be changed, but the future can be pursued.
He shouldn’t harbor overly expectant thoughts, thinking the dead could be resurrected.
But as he gazed at Su Wensheng, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.
... Wait, if this is Su Wensheng, then who is the World Master? Apart from the overly brutal personality, many aspects of the World Master fit the earring Su Wensheng’s characteristics.
"Great Savior, do you have a way to take me home?" Su Wensheng floated beside him, wizard hat swaying: "But even if you don’t have a way, consider it my thanks... By the way, I read in textbooks you have a habit of eating meal replacements, is that true?"
Su Ming’an was filled with black lines: "How does the World of Old Days commemorate me..."
After leaving, how did such baseless rumors spread?
Even as a Savior, he was subject to such gossip, who knows how Dieying, the Big Villain, was smeared in the World of Old Days’ history.
Su Wensheng said: "Of course, they found historical eyewitnesses to write down your remarkable achievements. Especially regarding you, it’s written very rigorously and truthfully. But some gossip inspires wild imaginations..."
Su Ming’an: "Who narrated the gossip about me?"
Su Wensheng: "The historical eyewitness, Zou Yuqing."
Su Ming’an: "..."
... It’s over.
No need to look, it’s bound to be written extremely peculiarly. Given Zou Yuqing’s tastes, it’s hard to imagine what bizarre things she’d narrate.
At this moment, Xiber suddenly furrowed her brows and looked back—
A massive white tentacle suddenly whipped over from behind!
"Watch out!" Su Wensheng immediately shouted.
"Whoosh whoosh—!"
Xiber reacted quickly, her black tentacles immediately burst forth, tightly entwining the attacking white tentacle.
Deity An appeared not far behind them, draped in rosy light, facing the dusk, like a death god seeking souls.
Her white hair fluttered, golden eyes fixed on Su Ming’an.
When facing Su Rin, Deity An never fought with full force, sparing Su Rin, letting the World Tree’s branches and leaves wear him down. When Su Ming’an ran out, Deity An quickly pursued.
She stretched out her hand, fingers spread.
"—Watch out for spatial vibration!" Su Ming’an quickly warned. He was more familiar with his own moves than anyone.
"Swish—!"
In an instant, the red robe rose.
Vast white hair spilled out, Xiber flung open the red robe, countless black tentacles burst from her spine, spreading, growing...
A massive long blade appeared in her hand, she held Su Ming’an with one arm, raised the long blade with the other, and swung with force!
"Whoosh—!!"
Rich blue-black mixed like plasma, surged up, seemingly causing a violent tsunami. As waves rolled, layers upon layers of spatial vibrations were heavily diminished, the flashing cross light engulfed by the spray.
The surrounding temperature is extremely high, as if soaking in scalding steam. Xiber’s face flushes due to the immense pressure, yet she still holds Su Ming’an tightly.
The sky, under layers of shimmering waves, increasingly resembles an intense watercolor painting, gradually transitioning from bright red to deep purple.
The aftermath of the spatial vibration is still present, continuing to surge towards them like an expanding frontier.
"..." Xiber furrows her brows, wipes the blood from the corner of her mouth, and swiftly retreats with Su Ming’an.
She has indeed become a deity, but most of her power was "sacrificed" to Qiongdi. Coming alone to Luowasha, she is not in a complete deity state. Facing God Ming’an, she may not be able to contend.
In comparison to true high dimensions, both sides are far behind.
As soon as she retreats, the air in the front suddenly gets drawn away, presenting a ripple-like vibration. Everything in front, including soil, grass, flying stones... is crushed into fine particles in an instant, dissipating into the air, without anything maintaining its original shape.
Under the vibration, all things perish.
If she hesitated for a moment, she might have endured such a tearing force.
"If I also became a deity..." Su Ming’an whispered.
"Don’t think like that." Xiber turned her head, her flushed face with bloodshot eyes, lips turning blue-purple: "Don’t cut off your future for the sake of temporary force, you cannot afford the cost of becoming a deity. I don’t want you to become a being like God Ming’an... Be fully prepared before you walk your path. We are here to protect you, don’t be afraid."
They are partners supporting each other; she is his contractor, and he is her traveler.
In the past, it was him who gave his all to help her, helping her transition from a weak heretic to the position of a deity. Now it’s the powerful her, reaching back to lend him a hand.
Su Ming’an’s eyes sparkled.
When he helped her back then, he never thought she would become his aid in the future. At that time, he only believed that an instance was just an instance, and once completed, it would never appear again.
But now, she has crossed countless worlds, traveled through the vast universe, as a person from the eighth instance, once again standing before him.
"Crackle, crackle." The sound of flames burning lingered on endlessly. Under the scorching red sun, she holds him, swiftly running through the blazing fire... Just like when he held her out of the fire when she was young.
God Ming’an remains relentless, still staring at Su Ming’an, lifting his wrist, the golden sword blade bringing up a dazzling spectacle of space light!
A mountain-like pressure bears down, as if solidifying all around them, the air trembles, laments, collides, and another spatial vibration is about to strike—
Seeing this, Xiber stops in her tracks, raises a shield, and looks down at Su Ming’an.
Her eyes are clear as the heavenly sea, her speech fast, as if we must make haste with time:
"Originally, seeing you, I thought there’d be time to talk with you."
"To chat about how you’ve been lately, how I’ve been. Maybe we can sit under the setting sun, have a cup of milk tea, and talk for a long time."
"In your eyes, maybe we were apart for a while, but in my eyes, we’ve already been saying goodbye for a long, long time..."
"Do you still remember? That day we sat in the tribe’s pavilion, you invited me to have milk tea, that sweet taste, I haven’t forgotten until now."
"I heard you gambled yourself away... Don’t be afraid."
"You saved so many people, you alone should not be abandoned."
"Don’t be afraid."
"...We will all help you."
"Take care of yourself next."
She kept repeating "Don’t be afraid," her firm voice floating in the blazing sunlight.
"We" is self-evident.
Su Ming’an’s gaze is fixed.
His gaze seems immobilized, unable to leave Xiber’s eyes, those blue eyes carrying comforting and distant emotions... just like the ocean she always longed for.
She said they all would help him.
They would try to use something to keep him.
So, no matter what happens, no matter how terrifying the enemy faced... don’t be afraid.
The red sun gradually sinks into the horizon, like a burnt wick, the girl’s gaze reflected in his eyes, akin to the rebirth of a blue full moon.
A sense of reassurance long unperceived flooded his heart.
A heart long accepted of the ending, once again had fresh water flowing through it.
At this moment, he realized—
It turns out those future engulfed in darkness—those options ABCDEFG that God Ming’an showed him—those futures taken away, divided, deprived of existence, forgotten by all, unable to return home, becoming a tombstone of civilization, eternally wandering in solitude—
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It turns out he truly was afraid.
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"Xiber..." He wanted to say something, but his voice was drowned out by the sudden explosion.
Cross light shattered around them, a spatial vibration was about to strike—
God Ming’an’s figure getting closer and closer, the golden sword in his hand shining brightly, gleaming with sharp cold gleam.
The girl’s blue eyes gaze at Su Ming’an, seemingly wanting to memorize his features, after so long, she almost forgot every inch of him, but now, she’ll never forget.
Under the apocalyptic dusk, the red sun like a dying heart, suspended at the end of the sky.
White hair billows in the scalding wind, spilling over with crimson colors.
Those blue eyes, have fields burning.
"...Su Ming’an." She lightly laughed:
"If there truly is a next time, let’s have afternoon tea together."
Amid the violent explosions, everything blurred, even Su Ming’an so close couldn’t hear her words, but he saw the wilderness in her eyes.
Next, just before the spatial vibration descended, she tightly held Su Ming’an, spun, and with a flick of her hand, threw—
In the next moment, the spatial vibration released by God Ming’an fell around her, enveloping her completely—
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"Su Wensheng, take the baton!"
"Boom---!!!
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The sorcerer took the next baton from the fire transmitter.
In the breeze, the green gemstone shone brilliantly.
And she stood still, covered by the spatial vibration, in the last second looking at him, seemingly saying—
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Go, Su Ming’an.
Go to the distance.
Go to the end of the world, to the end of the apocalypse.
—Go to wherever you want.
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