Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1374 - 25: "Boss Rabbit, Are You Trying to Help Him?
The candle flames flicker.
Under the boundless starry sky, ivory-white buildings and fragmented sculptures stand horizontally, filled with shadowy decaying structures.
Five figures with an amber texture, condensed on five pillars.
First Thrones, Second Thrones, Seventh Thrones, Eighth Thrones, Eleventh Thrones.
Most of their forms were shrouded in darkness, not revealing their appearances.
"(Why are there only five, where are the other seven?)" A voice came from the Eighth Thrones, a strange and halting signal collision, transmitted through the network of minds.
"(The Inorganic God ran away, the others are busy, did not come to the meeting.)" Seventh Thrones said.
"(Cosmic Adventurer, why have you come again, we don’t have a seat for you here.)" Eighth Thrones looked at the Second Thrones—a young man with blond hair and blue eyes standing on the pillar, the blue gleaming light of the starry sea transforming into his robe.
The Second Thrones never comes to meetings, so Dieying always occupies the Second Thrones’ position, inserting into their meetings. Clearly an outsider, yet more eager to join the commotion than anyone else.
Dieying snorted, standing with arms crossed, justifiably said: "(I heard a cosmic super joke—after me, another person was tricked by that guy. This made me laugh uproariously, unable to contain myself, I rushed from miles away to laugh at this.)"
Hearing that the Inorganic God was defeated by Su Ming’an and even gave away a super experience package. Dieying laughed heartily, feeling very balanced inside—this host team dared to mock him all along? Now it’s their turn, and they got countered by that guy. Really made him proud.
... No, why is he feeling proud?
Forget it, at least he’s much happier. At least it proves his failure wasn’t an accident, it’s really because Su Ming’an is too uncanny.
After listening, the Eleventh Thrones said lightly: "(The pot calling the kettle black.)"
Dieying, insulted by the world of old days for thousands of years, has long mastered an extremely thick-skinned, unflappable level, replied calmly: "(It would be the same for you.)"
The Eleventh Thrones said: "(I will never be his enemy.)"
Dieying thought this Eleventh Thrones was really pretentious, wondering what kind of face is under the darkness.
Boss Rabbit sat in the First Thrones’ position, twisted like gluten, and said with a grin: "(Alright, seems like no one else is coming. Shall we begin... the handling of the Sixth Thrones·Inorganic God?)"
At this moment, the blood-red scales on its belly flashed.
"(Inorganic God Theselotis. His two crimes—privately violating the Civilization Gambling Pact, privately escaping the World Game.)" Every time Boss Rabbit reported a crime, the blood-red scales would shine a bit brighter.
The red light blossomed, falling on the empty Sixth Thrones.
Dieying restrained his smile, and the other thrones remained silent.
In an instant, Boss Rabbit’s scarlet eyes turned to an inorganic glass-like state. Its voice also suddenly became mechanically cold, like the rules themselves:
"(—According to the rules of the World Game, punish him by ’removal of the World Game organizer position’ and ’death’.)"
Dieying squinted.
The lives and powers of the organizers were long bound to the World Game. To leave the World Game, they must forsake their power to leave, and a significant power reduction almost means death in the universe, so they cannot escape.
Over millions of years, some organizers have been searching for a risk-free escape method, but obviously, the Inorganic God didn’t find it. To avoid being divided and conquered by other organizers, he could only give up everything to escape.
With the falling of the blood-red scales, the position of the Sixth Thrones disappeared, that ivory-white pillar, along with the sound of wind and dust, slowly descended and disappeared.
The wind swept up the white relics of civilization, leaving only eleven pillars on the high platform.
"(Sometimes I really envy you, Dieying. Although you live in poverty and hardship, only supporting the operation of your small world by burning yourself... But at least you are free.)" The Seventh Thrones watched this scene and suddenly said.
Dieying: "(???)"
"(The Inorganic God just ran off with his power, in the dangerous universe, his fate is already sealed. If he didn’t run, maybe he wouldn’t necessarily be judged to death.)" Eighth Thrones said: "(Perhaps he was also suffering from the long confinement, willing to risk his life to escape from here.)"
"(He was too impatient. The operation of the World Game has already had problems, maybe soon...)" Eleventh Thrones’ voice was hidden in the darkness.
Maybe soon, they will all be free. But maybe soon, they will collapse along with the World Game.
Even they themselves didn’t know—how deep is their flesh and blood connection with the World Game? When the flesh and blood separate, will they welcome freedom or death?
This question, perhaps only Boss Rabbit knows the answer. All along, Boss Rabbit has been the intermediary between the World Game and them, passing on the rules of the World Game. Boss Rabbit was the first organizer at the start, while the other eleven thrones were gradually absorbed into the World Game, Boss Rabbit’s understanding of the World Game is deeper than anyone else.
After the judgment was over, Boss Rabbit quickly restored his mischievous expression: "(Alright, let’s get to today’s main topic...)"
With scarlet eyes squinting, Boss Rabbit’s tongue curled, like a murmur:
"(... About dear Number One Player.)"
In an instant, all the thrones reacted, either focusing or looking sideways. Even Dieying showed a meaningful expression.
"(I’ve always been watching dear Number One Player, from the First World, always watching in the dark... I will always be peeking at dear Number One...)" Boss Rabbit shyly held his cheeks:
"(This existence, which at first seemed like an ant, gradually became able to talk to us, threaten us, and make pacts with us... And now, he’s already able to counter-kill one of us.)"
"(He has the weapon of the Inorganic God and the Devouring Authority. Even the World Game has given him the title of ’God Slayer’, allowing him to remotely plunder our authority. It seems the World Game prefers him, more inclined to let him replace us.)"
"(His authority with an unknown origin... also makes you all break out in a cold sweat.)"
"(I want to know, what do you think of him?)"
"(Ying Ying, Ying Ying, Chu Miu.)"
Dieying shrugged, unceremoniously crossed arms and said: "(What do I think? I support him in killing you all.)"
The chilly wind lifted white stones, and no one paid him any mind.
The Seventh Thrones spoke: "(I think he should be killed as soon as possible. Preferably in the next couple of days, because in a dozen days, at his growth speed, he might really come knocking on our door.)"
The Eighth Thrones rasped: "(I suspect, the few other thrones who didn’t come to the meeting today, might already be sneaking into Luowasha, attempting to kill him. I heard the Ninth Thrones has contacted a Luowasha person named Wu Yi, preparing to act from there.)"
Although the Inorganic God failed, under normal circumstances, Su Ming’an could never defeat the High Dimensions. If they don’t block him in the Newbie Village now, in a dozen days, they might become Demon Kings pushed down from the heights.
Boss Rabbit squinted his eyes, his rabbit ears swaying back and forth, seeming to be contemplating something.
At this time, the Eleventh Thrones’ voice transmitted to his network of thoughts: "(Boss Rabbit, are you planning to help him?)"
Boss Rabbit’s ear twitched, and then he laughed out loud, leaning forward and back: "(Ha, hahaha, hahahaha! That is my dear Number One Player, what do you think?)"
Though he gave a positive answer, it was completely unclear whether he was sincere or joking.
The Eleventh Thrones said: "(I am constrained by nature, unable to stow away to Luowasha, but you seem to be able to go through the card drawing mechanism. Hope you take care, and don’t do sneaky things again.)"
Boss Rabbit didn’t answer, his rabbit ears still swaying.
The starlight grows faint, and they communicate within the web of thoughts, finally reaching a conclusion.
— Interception.
Approach by any means necessary, intercept the life named "Su Ming’an."
Although the Gambling Pact virtually seals his fate, who can say he won’t create a miracle? They’ve prepared the forks, but he won’t obediently walk onto the dining table.
Except for the Eleventh Thrones who clearly opposed, none of the other thrones had objections.
Dieying continued eating fries, not participating in their discussion.
...
"Bang—!"
Su Ming’an kicked the Cat Boss to the ground and walked toward the screen.
"Click," the screen opened, and he slipped inside.
"Friend... are we just leaving like this? What about the other contestants..." Xiao Su worriedly asked.
"It’s okay..." Su Ming’an paused halfway through his sentence.
If he left the third round of the Disciple Game just like that, it could be foreseen—serial killer Ruan Chun would kill many people, Xue Jiarui would find some unlucky passerby to commit suicide with, Fu Wenwen would have no one to protect her, Wang Xingkong would still watch helplessly as his grandma dies.
His departure would plunge many people into a mire of misfortune.
Su Ming’an gritted his teeth: "It’s okay, they won’t be in any trouble."
Just wait a moment, wait a moment... Everything will reset. This is merely a wrong timeline, a "discarded cycle" bound to be buried by Sique.
Xiao Su followed Su Ming’an.
Through the screen, unexpectedly, a dozen masked capitalists were already lying on the ground, sharp dining forks stuck in their chests, utterly dead, with a thick stench of blood in the air.
A young man with purple hair wearing a crimson beret sat at the dining table, wiping his arm and draping on a coat.
"Sique?" Su Ming’an remembered, last time there was only a group of masked capitalists; Sique never appeared. This time, Sique actually showed up here.
"Ah, Mr. Lighthouse, I’m enjoying myself." Sique turned his head to look: "What a wonderful dinner party, pity you came over, so I must rise."
Su Ming’an: "...Ah?"
He looked at the scene, faintly understanding what Sique was doing... Was this bird about to be eaten by someone?
It seemed Sique was even proactive, ready to serve, but Su Ming’an came over, so Sique didn’t want Su Ming’an to see him being eaten and thus slaughtered the group and sat up.
... What a psychologically disturbed existence this is.
Su Ming’an felt a chill. This Original is too perverted; he would never become such a person.
"You can continue being eaten. No need to interrupt, let me enjoy it too." Su Ming’an said.
"That won’t do. Can’t let Mr. Lighthouse see such a bloody scene." Sique rose, his form slightly swaying, as he walked over to Su Ming’an.
"Weren’t you previously only able to appear in dreams?" Su Ming’an inquired.
"Previously, I was busy drafting, so I wouldn’t leave the quiet dreamscape. I have many bodies in reality, ready for use anytime." Sique said.
"So you’re now here because you’re exhausted from writing and decided to ’relax’ a bit?" Su Ming’an said.
"Anyway, everything will soon reset, what’s wrong with indulging for a day?" Sique smiled: "By the way, Mr. Lighthouse, do you plan to leave the Disciple Game and go to the Dark Side?"
"Yes, I want to find Lü Shu and Noel, to confirm their situation." Su Ming’an said.
"No need for you to go personally, I’ve already confirmed, both are perfectly safe." Sique said: "Mr. Lighthouse, if you want to know the situation outside, you can contact me through Fang Tang. The Disciple Game is safer and more comfortable, no need to go outside."
Upon hearing this, Su Ming’an said: "Then I’ll return."
Sique nodded with a smile.
Su Ming’an pulled Xiao Su, stepped through the screen, and returned to the Disciple Game.
For a moment, a shadow flashed in Su Ming’an’s eyes.
... It seemed Sique did not want him to go outside.
So Sique specifically waited at the juncture between the screens, just to persuade Su Ming’an to come back.
What is Sique afraid of him seeing?
Su Ming’an immediately found Player Hua De, using the "Hand of Redemption" equipment to copy Hua De’s "Amplification" skill, amplifying his own "Spatial Concealment" skill, and once again stepped through the screen.
By the dining table, Sique was no longer there, only a black-and-white magpie guarded the table—Sique’s pet, likely to ensure Su Ming’an wouldn’t come out.
Su Ming’an, invisible, walked past, the magpie did not discover Su Ming’an.
Arriving in Luowasha, dawn broke through the clouds, the air was fresh.
The Red Sun descends at noon twelve, and now it’s only past five in the morning.
"Elusive Xiao Love, are you there?" Su Ming’an asked the air.
He was casually asking, not expecting Xiao Love to truly appear. The purple fox climbed up to his shoulder: "I’m traveling, why call me?"
"Can you find Sique’s scent? Where is he now?" Su Ming’an wanted to know what Sique was secretly doing.
"Hehe, you’re asking the right person, I’m best at finding people." Xiao Love swung her large purple tail, evidently becoming Su Ming’an’s canine pet.
Under Xiao Love’s Breath Tracking, Su Ming’an arrived at a sunlit region.
— Dragon Valley.
Dragon Emperor Ian was in slumber, while Sique wielded a sword, his body stained with dragon blood, surrounded by dragon corpses.
Sique’s cheeks were smeared with blood, his expression indifferent as he raised his sword, struck down, raised, struck down, severing the heads of Dragon Clan members.
After the massacre, Sique collected the Dragon Clan’s blood, proceeded to the Moon-shaped Forest, silently taking away the Moon-shaped Spring upon which the Elf race relied to survive. In an instant, the beautiful forest wilted, countless elves wailing, rolling on the ground.
Subsequently, Sique traveled through the Interstellar Gallery to steal the eggs of the Insect Queen.
