Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1369 - 20: The World Burns in My Color (11)

Chapter 1369: Chapter 20: The World Burns in My Color (11)

The Inorganic God was very clear in his heart that His "eating" and the Boss Rabbit’s "eating" were not the same.

The Boss Rabbit merely swallowed Su2, like a Little Greedy Cat satisfying a craving. But the Inorganic God’s devouring of Su1 was in the truest sense of the word. His essence was a cosmic junk adhesive, and His Authority was absorption and plunder; everything he swallowed would become nutrition for His body.

Therefore, the Inorganic God was aimed at devouring Su Ming’an’s Authority.

Now, time had not reversed, proving He was not wrong, indicating that Su Ming’an’s Authority had been devoured by Him.

Otherwise, why would He go to such lengths to secretly travel to Luowasha, just to trigger Su Ming’an’s rollback, only for Su Ming’an to guard against Him the next time? Of course, it was to be done once and for all.

Although the Inorganic God did not reveal anything, the Boss Rabbit noticed a hint, and moments later, the Boss Rabbit suddenly realized what the Inorganic God had done, and suddenly, their crimson eyes narrowed:

"...Spit it out."

"What?" The Inorganic God feigned ignorance.

"I asked you to spit out Su Ming’an!"

The Boss Rabbit’s gaze turned terrifying: "I just realized you want to monopolize him? You couldn’t wait for the bet to settle? Spit it out!!"

It had thought the Inorganic God was merely satisfying a craving, but it turned out the Inorganic God intended to defy the bet.

The Inorganic God did not pretend anymore: "Too late."

As early as when all three Su Ming’ans had died and the rollback had not triggered, everything was already over. The Authority would fall into the hands of the last Su Ming’an, and He had swallowed the last Su Ming’an.

No matter whether Su Ming’an truly held the Authority, everything about him had come to an end.

He could never appear again.

A light sound.

The Boss Rabbit’s figure instantly disappeared, and in the next moment, a white mass descended upon the Inorganic God, whose steel body began to disintegrate, quickly melting into a pool of molten iron.

But soon, the molten iron recombined, restoring the Inorganic God’s form.

"It’s useless," He said. "Once I’ve swallowed something, I cannot spit it back out."

Even if the Boss Rabbit attacked Him, it was ultimately not His true body, with many limitations. As long as the core energy within the Inorganic God’s body remained, this body would not die. And the Boss Rabbit’s attack was not enough to shatter His core energy.

The Boss Rabbit returned to its original place, its gaze becoming extremely cold:

"...After swallowing my dear Number One Player, just wait for the reckoning."

The Inorganic God was unconcerned, walking toward the center of the World Tree.

Countless branches and leaves madly obstructed Him, all swept aside by Him, as He bent down and dug out a seed emitting a faint glow from the tree root.

—This was Luowasha’s core: the World Tree Seed.

Luowasha had many World Origins. But the one most genuine and important to Luowasha was this World Tree Seed.

However, here was only half a seed.

The other half was in Su Ming’an’s heart.

In the early First Epoch, the World Tree split the seed in two, giving one half to the humans who migrated over, and it was altered by the human traitor Kasadia, steering Luowasha’s evolutionary style toward fantasy and danger. Later, for some unknown reason, this half-seed drifted to the World of Old Days, was exchanged by Su Ming’an, and entered Su Ming’an’s heart.

...

[Su Ming’an stared at the exchange shop for a while. Suddenly, he saw a grand prize:]

[World Tree Seed (Purple Grade): "A melancholic voice sang to me in the night:—’I love you.’"]

[Type: Special Part Heart Equipment.]

[Effect: Change your Innate Trait, granting you a Life force Affinity characteristic. You will more easily be favored by primordial spirits and the world.]

[Remark: The favored must bear great responsibilities, be cautious.]

[...]

[This item costs 30,000 Contribution Value. Su Ming’an had never seen a piece of equipment for the heart part, perhaps it had some subtle effect.]

[He exchanged for this "World Tree Seed," and upon equipping it, the shimmering blue light flowed into his chest, seemingly changing something imperceptibly.]

... 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Half the seed was in Su Ming’an’s heart. As for the other half, it was kept by the World Tree, buried under the central root.

Now, the Inorganic God robbed the World Tree and obtained this half-seed.

Coupled with having already swallowed Su Ming’an, it was equivalent to holding the complete seed.

He looked at it contentedly, about to toss the seed into His mouth. He only desired the nourishment, and if Luowasha were to be destroyed, so be it, what did it matter to Him?

"Stop."

In the next moment, a pale wrist tightly grabbed His body.

From the lush foliage, a pink-haired girl suddenly appeared, dressed in a plain skirt, her face shrouded in a veil of morning mist, her fingers firmly gripping His machine body.

The Inorganic God recognized this girl—she was Luowasha’s [Watcher], named Yijulai’er.

[Watchers], meaning guardians of a civilization, often beings transcending humanity but not yet reaching the High Dimensions. Most were constrained by some condition, unable to leave their homeland, thus they stayed behind to guard it.

Since they had already merged into homeland, they could harness the Power of Heaven and Earth from their entire homeland to resist foreign enemies, making them formidable, akin to local "warlords."

—To trade freedom for power, to live in solitary immortality on their homeland, this is the price they must pay.

"You cannot stop me." However, the Inorganic God was not afraid of her. At this moment, the Red Sun was descending, and the World was at its weakest state, Yijulai’er too was very weak.

The Inorganic God gave a vibration, forcing Yijulai’er to release her grip and retreat a few steps.

The Inorganic God held the World Tree Seed and tossed it into His mouth.

He hadn’t expected the attempt to be this smooth. Just as Luowasha was at its weakest, He successfully slipped through. Once He devoured this seed and gained the nourishment of Luowasha, perhaps even the Boss Rabbit couldn’t restrain Him.

The future where He became a High-dimensional Master was within reach!

He truly should thank Su Ming’an for depleting a significant amount of the World Tree’s energy, or else He wouldn’t have so easily accessed the heart of the World Tree. Additionally, He should thank the Master of the End of All Things for laboring to drain Luowasha for millennia, only for Him to seize the fruit in the end.

He truly triumphed over time, place, and human affairs.

When He devoured the World Tree Seed, the next moment, the Blue Moon in the sky underwent intense tremors.

Having lost its native World Origin, Luowasha began to disintegrate.

This was an apocalypse even more terrifying than the Red Sun.

Under the annihilating blue moon, Cang Mountain was dyed with endless dusk. At the mountain’s peak, deep red strange birds circled and danced, their wings burning like flames, tearing through the firmament.

The stars shattered, the earth tore apart.

Fragments of starlight spread everywhere, the world shattered like a mirror.

The network of words in the sky was gradually erased.

At the world’s end, a bright purple meteor fell.

—It was the fallen third-level god, Master of Abyss Lestory, ranked twenty-seventh in the sequence.

The World Origin was devoured, and the weakest third-level gods were the first to die. Their lives were rooted in Luowasha. With Luowasha’s foundation destroyed, they could not survive.

"Swish——!"

Then, the second emerald green meteor fell.

Ranked twenty-sixth in the sequence, Plague Demon Alykxia.

He bore emerald horns on his forehead, wings on his back like bat wings; his upper body covered in emerald green spider webs, and his lower body coiled like a serpent. He controlled the plagues and diseases of Luowasha, preventing life from dwelling in sickness-free happiness, spreading smallpox, the Black Death, and cholera, revered and hated.

"Swish——!"

Another meteor fell.

The sequence’s twenty-fifth ranked Ocean Angel Najasha had fallen, followed closely by the twenty-fourth ranked Disaster Demon Perlo.

He was the progenitor of the Demon Race and half-demons, governing Asass Hell and the Ancient Blood Prison. He once protected Su Ming’an for a time in the final stage of the first round of the Disciple Game.

The tall demon gazed at the direction of the World Tree, seemingly baffled by why it ended this way. He opened his mouth to speak, but annihilation arrived first, erasing him.

The lava of Hell rumbled brilliantly red, with tens of thousands of volcanoes erupting simultaneously on the Hell Plane, the intense volcanic ash engulfing the mortal world.

The rivers roared continuously, as if the sea had awakened a giant beast, roaring and rushing in all directions.

"Swish——swish——swish——swish——!"

One after another, falling figures, once high and mighty. Now, as they fell, they were no different from ants.

Pale pink, red, dark purple, golden yellow...

Ranked twenty-third, Luck Angel Lola. Ranked twenty-second, Love Angel Laf. Ranked twenty-first, Deceit Demon Evelyn. Ranked twentieth, Harvest Angel Candice...

The gods fell silently, turning into a shower of meteors, burning out in the Darkness. Each falling star wove an endless network of words, narrating the long and ancient legends of four epochs.

Like the world’s heart suddenly stopping, the vitality between heaven and earth vanished.

Yijulai’er lifted her head, silently watching the fall of the gods, her full head of pink hair rising with the wind, her simple white dress fluttering toward the sky.

Immense brilliance fell to the earth.

She witnessed the decline of everything.

Ranked nineteenth, Earth Angel Rodney. Ranked eighteenth, Dawn Angel Prance. Ranked seventeenth, Angel of Wisdom Darya. Ranked sixteenth, War Angel Kenini...

Forest of Moonlight, Sanctuary Mountain, Interstellar Gallery, Eternal Sea, Tower of Babel, Xila Island, Supreme Tower, Nalan Court, All Living Beings United, Machinery Group, Cloud Relics, Preserving Forest...

Everything dissolved.

Subsequently, the firmament shattered like a broken mirror, with tens of thousands of "Memory Clips" falling out—these were the foundation of Luowasha’s civilization, the bricks upon which the entire World was constructed.

Each "Memory Clip" was inscribed with a historical key point, such as: [The War of Independence Starts: War between Angel of Wisdom and God of Inspiration], [The Day of God’s Fall: Gods stripped God of Intelligence into God of the Internet and Steam God], [The War of Eden Starts: War between Goddess of Life and God of Oblivion]...

One piece, another piece, and another.

It was because they were arranged in a fixed sequence, with a clear order, that there was an unequivocal Luowasha, like a book with a set number of pages, where each event was clear and complete, what came first and what came after.

Now, all these Memory Clips had fallen off. Like rolls of film, they lost their original sequence.

Apart from the tens of thousands of clearly visible Memory Clips, there were hundreds of billions of tiny Memory Clips, falling to the ground like powder—these belonged to every individual of Luowasha, telling each person’s story. Stories of those who were not observed, those who did not appear before the protagonist, the stories of ordinary people.

Like sparkling grains of wheat on silk cloth.

Such as children in class dreaming of becoming Magic Girls, office workers at computers dreaming of promotions and raises, old people on hospital beds dreaming of rejuvenation... They longed fervently to weave their life stories into the larger story of Luowasha, to become a mere footnote in the vast historical book. Even if just a footnote, not expecting to be like Sique, woven throughout the entire story.

However, the Narrative Anchor Point would fall only on the protagonist. Only the actions of Su Ming’an and Sique took up the largest space, while others were the unremarkable "everyone," "they."

Now, Cang Mountain stretched endlessly, strange birds flew, gods fell, stars shattered.

All Memory Clips had fallen off,[The Day of God’s Fall]and[A 9-year-old Girl Dreams of Becoming a Magic Girl]stacked together,[The War of Eden Starts]and[A 34-year-old Office Worker Desires a Promotion and Raise]stacked together,[102-Year Battle of the Interstellar Gallery]and[Yamada Machiichi Wants to Eat Braised Pork Trotters Tomorrow]stacked together.

No distinction of size, significance, or status.

The world was completely plunged into the most terrifying chaos.

At this moment, a figure with long purple hair appeared between heaven and earth.

Sique wore a black beret like an artist’s, donned in a long robe, his face pale, body teetering.

"...Huh?"

He gazed at the terrifying scene before him, dumbfounded.

He never expected, after toiling to write out Luowasha’s reset data, just barely finishing before midnight, ready to relax and wait peacefully for the world’s reset.

Only to come out and find the world turned into this ghostly state!

What’s going on? Was it a problem with his opening method?

What happened to the promised "Rivers Unchanged, Glory for Ages"?

How could Luowasha be disappearing?

—Where did this Inorganic God come from, performing this divine machine descent? How did it swallow the World Tree Seed?

In this situation, he had no way out either. He certainly could write the reset Luowasha, but that was built on the existence of the World Origin. How could anyone expect a simple Magpie to directly confront the High Dimensions head-on?

"Is it finally going to end, after 12,300 years..." He gazed at the burning crimson sky, not approaching the World Tree, but instead found a place to sit down, finally putting down the feather pen in his hand.

At that moment of laying it down, he suddenly felt relieved, like something pressing in his heart had finally vanished.

...How long had it been since he put down his pen? Each reset, he wrote similar words.

Sometimes, writing even pained him, the initial passion gradually fading over repeated days, leaving only enduring fatigue and boredom. Only when writing small stories did he find joy again.

When a work becomes a production line of repetitive tasks, not even Luowasha’s great artist can endure it.