Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1363 - 14: The World Burns in My Colors (5)
[Eleven thirty at night.]
[Time remaining until world reset: thirty minutes.]
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A red figure walks across the ice field.
Various ornaments dangle from him... a pack on his chest, a Seven-Colored Divinity in his pocket, a cat-eared book pendant at his waist, a beautiful red flower on his shoulder, a blue-red earring by his ear...
Light red, dark red, bright red... the original color of the clothes can no longer be seen. Some bloodstains are fresh, some have long coagulated.
Like a struggling pilgrim, he stumbles forward, leaving a sparse trail of blood drops.
The wind and snow have frozen his eyebrows, and the mottled ice color climbs up his cracked cheeks, forming fish-scale-like ice particles.
Like a withered autumn leaf, he almost falls several times, yet manages to hold himself steady.
The Ring of Time on his fingers gains a new name.
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[Ring of Time (Gold Level, lv.17)]
[Current recorders: Tretiya, Xiao Bi, Yao Wen, Noah, Sen Kylstia, Beili Sier, Lin Guang T-0321, Alice, Hei Que, Su Wensheng, Li Mingyue, Su Luoluo, Chang Ge, Xiao Ying, Lotasha, Su Wensheng]
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For the first time, Su Ming’an sees a duplicate name on the Ring of Time.
As the Ring of Time levels up to 17, the equipment skills have changed:
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[Special Skill (Time Loop): Consumes Emotion Value, allowing you to choose a certain range within space and freely select to rewind time (within twelve hours). (This skill can be used on lower life forms such as leaves, butterflies, ants, earthworms, etc.)]
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The time rewind suddenly leaps from five hours to twelve hours, likely due to recording the Goddess of Life Lotasha, as the enhancement from a deity surpasses that of a human.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch."
Due to having devoured the nutrients from Su Wensheng’s heart, the bone fractures in his hand gradually eased, and Su Ming’an managed to grip the Phoenix Tree Magic Wand left by Su Wensheng.
The icy wind cuts relentlessly at his cheeks, slicing his exposed skin like a knife. He exhales a breath that quickly freezes and walks forward step by step.
The Green Gemstone flickers constantly, with a flowing breeze beneath his feet.
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[Occupation: Bai Shen]
[(Core Skill 4) Soul Ferry: When you seek consent from others while in an instance, you can condense and store their emotions and memories in your mind, and utilize their minor abilities. This only takes effect upon their death.]
[If you come into contact with more concepts, techniques, or authority related to ’soul’ or ’life,’ you may be able to ’revive’ them. As long as you alone live eternally, all the lives you store will ’live eternally’ too. You alone are a collective spirit of a race. But killing you would mean instantaneously killing an entire civilization.]
[Current stored individual: Su Wensheng]
[Stored skills: 1. Wind Element Control. 2. Big Orange Bread, come on!]
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"Swish!" Su Ming’an raises the magic wand, and a breeze flows out from the Green Gemstone.
He now possesses Su Wensheng’s Wind Element Control.
There are many occupations in the World Game, and just within the Mage Series, they are divided into "Elemental Mages, Curse Mages, Summoning Mages, Melee Mages," etc. Among Elemental Mages, there are further divisions into thirteen great series including "Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth; Light, Darkness, Wind, Lightning, Ice; Holy, Doom, Chaos." For instance, Eni is considered a Fire Element Mage, Bei Wang is considered an Ice Element Mage, though their occupation is strictly speaking superior to that of an Elemental Mage.
The Wind Element can accelerate, float, and blow. Though it’s "using another’s minor ability," it’s not as deft as Su Wensheng’s control, but it still counts as an additional skill. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Breezes swirl around Su Ming’an’s steps, and his accessories jingle.
——He walks forward, towards the distance.
The blue-purple Morning Star in the sky twinkles, like thousands of dangling crystals. The Blue Moon has a sheen like ink, making the world’s colors increasingly bizarre, like a dream about to vanish.
The hour hand gradually advances, pushing towards a time of renewal.
Eleven forty.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." The sound of wind and snow is relentless.
Finally, he stops his steps.
In front of him is pure white.
——The world’s boundary is here.
The bizarre scenery stops abruptly, with further areas rendered in blank white.
The world’s boundary is revealed as a blank, like an "unwritten" region, untouched by brush or ink.
Su Ming’an supports himself with the magic wand and walks towards the world’s boundary——
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[Kasadia brought Su Ming’an to the edge of the Main God World, a blank canvas.]
["From here, we can return to Luowasha," Kasadia said with a mischievous smile, pointing at the blank area.]
[As Su Ming’an harbored doubts, Kasadia suddenly extended her hand, touched Su Ming’an’s back, and pushed——]
[Su Ming’an was pushed into the world gap.]
[In the world gap, Su Ming’an unexpectedly saw a figure, the Supreme Lord, Tosolius.]
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Su Ming’an desires to meet the Supreme Lord—this is his reason for coming to the world’s boundary.
The World Tree, the Master of the End of All Things, Shadow, the Supreme Lord. Among these four, three have been born, and only the Supreme Lord has aided Su Ming’an, providing spoilers in the Second World and later disguising as a white goat to tell him the truth about world reset, showing a clear bias towards Su Ming’an.
In this dire situation, Su Ming’an hopes to seek the Supreme Lord’s help, but doesn’t know how to contact Him.
After contemplating, he recalls when, in the Main God World, Kasadia tricked him into entering the world gap, intending to trap him there forever. Yet, there he unexpectedly encountered the Supreme Lord. The Supreme Lord showed him numerous possibilities, like having his heart taken by Hui Bai, being skinned by Hui Bei, decapitated by Wu Yi...
Thinking back now, it seems the Supreme Lord was spying on him all along, thus being able to appear promptly to assist him when trapped.
By this logic, the world’s end in Luowasha should also have a world gap similar to the edge of the Main God World.
Sure enough, the scene before him confirms his theory—the world’s end in Luowasha indeed connects with the end of the Main God World, presenting the same blank canvas.
"Supreme Lord...! You’re here, right!" He opens his lips, his frozen lips cracking and pulling apart, tearing off flesh and skin.
"Bang!"
He stumbles towards the blank space but feels as if he’s hit an invisible glass wall, and a dull collision resonates from his forehead.
——He can’t get in.
Something is blocking his entry.
"...Supreme Lord!!"
He raises his battered right hand, knocking on the invisible barrier before him, yet no response follows.
He repeatedly called out, knocked with his hands, rammed with his head, pushed with his body...
"...Didn’t you want to read my story? Weren’t you curious about me? Didn’t you covet the authority I might possess? I can cooperate, I can collaborate with you, I can make a bet with you, I can bet myself on you... cough, cough cough...!"
The sound of the wind, the sound of the snow.
The cacophony covered his senses.
He had nowhere to go. Under the joint siege of the World Tree and the Deity Ming’an, the only place he could think of was here. In this vast world, among countless towering figures, only the Supreme Lord had ever extended a helping hand to him.
His enemies were too lofty; if he wished to greedily protect himself, he must leap between these figures, understand them, unite them, scheme against them, become them... until finally, surpass them.
Giving all his strength, he charged into the void, trying to knock open this door of hope.
"Bang!"
A violent recoil struck him, causing him to fall backward.
The Supreme Lord was not present, or rather, perhaps present but not responding to him.
The last shred of hope shattered.
——There is nothing at the world’s end.
This recoil was like the last straw that broke the camel’s back; the bones in his legs made a teeth-gritting "crack" sound. He couldn’t control his endangered body, collapsing under its burden.
The world around him seemed to continually distort. His heartbeat gradually weakened.
"Boom."
A muffled sound.
Finally, he fell.
In an instant, all his thoughts vanished.
A fierce wind swept up the snowflakes, like a golden-white lonely sunset spreading, white snow pressing down from the sky onto the mortal world.
He curled up in the cold, his limbs rigidly embedded in the snow, like unbearably heavy chains that couldn’t be lifted. The breath he exhaled immediately turned to frost, the world around him blurred.
His thinking began to slow, low temperature hallucinations swirling before his eyes.
——He saw a blue whale.
It flew across the sky, scattering blue and purple stars, its fins stirring, its tail swaying. Colorful fine sand swirled around it. Behind it followed other dreamlike blue whales, like a colorful neon band.
In such extreme cold, such bizarre and beautiful scenery appeared.
Involuntarily, he felt warm and started tearing at his clothes, trying to let his skin touch the cold snow to cool himself a bit.
In the extreme cold, he felt a deadly warmth.
His body felt as heavy as a stone... he struggled a bit but couldn’t get up.
At this moment, the bag on his chest jostled, making a "rumble" sound. A golden-haired head rolled down along his chest, leaving a small dent in the snow.
The eyes were open, those dull, blue eyes looking at him.
Long-lasting, eternal, silent... staring at him.
"...So is this the end?" Suddenly, the lips of the head began to move, and Noel’s head spoke to him.
More than thirty players, Lü Shu, Su Rin, Xiber, Su Wensheng... so many people bore all risks, sacrificing everything to escort you here, is this the end?
Bizarre stars danced, the sky seemed upside down before their eyes.
Those blue eyes smiled, like two deep whirlpools at the bottom of the sea. The skin was dry from being deceased too long, lips tinged with a blue-purple hue, cheeks pale and lifeless.
"...I have no choice." Su Ming’an hoarsely replied.
Lü Shu’s chest blood, Noel’s head’s blood, Su Wensheng’s heart blood... one drop, another drop, and another... turned into red ribbons around his neck, gradually tightening.
The ornaments on his body seemed to turn into heavy weights, dragging him down.
All along, he tried to find a glimmer of hopeful light, someone who could help him keep his memory. But there was no end to this path.
Gods? The gods would not help him; otherwise, they would have descended before him long ago.
Sique? If Sique could help him retain his memory, it would have been done in previous resets.
The Deity Ming’an and the World Tree even more relentlessly targeted him, forcing promises from him, or directly intending to consume him.
And behind it all... the organizers eyed him with a greedy gaze that never wavered.
In fact, he had guessed that he might not find the Supreme Lord, but he had to try and seize this bit of light.
The temperature of his body continued to drop, the cold like an invisible chain.
Thoughts in his mind flowed like a frozen river, slow and heavy.
"...But didn’t we agree to go to Yu Country to see the lavender?" That head looked at him, the blue eyes like the sky’s blue whale:
"Didn’t we agree to go to the hillside to see my Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix?"
"At the moment you made the bet, did you forget? Did you forget did you forget did you forget did you forget did you forget..."
The blue eyeballs swayed, slightly squinting:
"Did you forget? Did you forget? Did you forget?"
Su Ming’an felt his heart become a balloon on the brink of explosion, filled with too much oppression and sorrow, Noel’s words were like a needle piercing in, instantly breaching the floodgates.
"——I’m the one who should be questioning!"
After enduring for so long, he finally burst with sharpness.
After reading Yuanyuan’s will, he was silent. After hearing Lü Shu’s parting words, he was silent. Seeing Xiber’s departing back, he was silent. Receiving Su Wensheng’s heart, he was silent——
Silence was his extreme rationality on display, to calmly reach the end, he almost extinguished his human desires, consciously sculpting himself into a statue.
Until now, lying in the desolate snowy ground, facing the empty edge of the world, he could no longer remain silent——
The final abandoned time, an endless endpoint.
Even those occasionally wronged might want to shout and vent, if he didn’t go mad, he was going to explode.
But he still calmly turned off the live broadcast before speaking:
"And I wanted to ask you why you turned away, why only your head was left? Noel Agnini, I thought we would have a dignified farewell, not like this... you becoming my hallucination."
"If you wanted to go, I wouldn’t try to hold you back. I understand we’re allies, I wouldn’t bind you, nor would you forever depend on me. Why did you say goodbye in that awkward way?"
"And you—"
He extended his only remaining right hand, pointing to the empty ground beside him:
"Lü Shu...!"
Accompanied by his imagination, a pure white figure appeared there, silently watching him.
Lü Shu wore blood-red clothes, his face full of burn marks, his features blurred and obscured. It was his form at the moment of death.
"If you have something to say, say it timely! Always silence, always waiting... what if you never finish saying it?"
"Listening to your carefully prepared last words, do you think it would make us happy... cough, cough cough!"
