Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1376 - 27: "I Have Nothing to Hide.

[You have devoured the Dragon Emperor’s Blood.]

[You have gained the abilities "Dragon Breath," "Dragon Scale Armor," and "Dragon Clan Suppression."]

[Combat Power: 7105+50!]

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Next, Su Ming’an arrived at the Crescent Forest, his palm aimed at the Elf Blood flowing on the ground.

His ears grew sharp, and his eyes glowed a luminescent green.

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[You have devoured the Elf Blood.]

[You have gained the abilities "Natural Affinity" and "Forest Perception."]

[Combat Power: 7155+30!]

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He focused his attention on his face, and soon, both the dragon horns and pointed ears were retracted; these physical traits could be controlled by him.

These abilities might come in handy in specific situations. It was his first time enhancing his power autonomously, breaking free from the constraints of the World Game, like the infinite evolution of the Jellyfish Emperor.

"——Olivius." At that moment, someone was calling him.

Su Ming’an turned back, spotting a young man with purple hair and crescent eyes. The young man had his long purple hair braided into a bundle, hanging over his left shoulder, with pointed ears and wearing a plain robe.

Elf King, Huan Jiala.

Huan Jiala looked at the dried-up Crescent Spring and frowned at Su Ming’an: "Olivius, back at the first level of the Disciple Game, you told me you had lost your memory. I advised you to stay away from the power core and live worry-free. But why repeat the same mistakes and commit such brutal acts?"

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[The Elf King glanced at Su Ming’an: "Olivius, since you have found peace, do not appear in such dangerous occasions again. You have seen yourself, the Dragon Emperor and others will not spare you. Leave this game immediately."]

[Su Ming’an’s eyes brightened, he finally encountered someone with a gentle attitude, not shouting and killing right away. He seized the opportunity and feigned distress: "I don’t want to either, but I have amnesia. If I don’t interact with you, I can’t recover my memory..."]

[The Elf King responded blandly: "Remembering those things does you no good. Leave quickly, distancing yourself from the core of Luowasha is better for you."]

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Thinking of this, Su Ming’an immediately explained: "You’ve mistaken me for someone else."

He understood why everyone could feel the aura of Olivius on him at the start of the instance. It turned out that from being reset too many times, he and Sique were constantly mingling together, steeped in it. Thus, no matter how he explained, those Royals stubbornly believed he was Olivius.

Huan Jiala frowned slightly: "The aura of Olivius is so strong on you, yet you claim not to be Olivius?"

Su Ming’an explained his identity in detail to Huan Jiala, considering Sique’s theory of "every word leaves a trace," he didn’t explain Sique’s reasons for rampaging.

Upon hearing this, Huan Jiala’s expression softened a bit. He looked at Su Ming’an deeply: "The Original? So you are essentially the brethren of Olivius?"

Su Ming’an: "...It can’t be understood that way."

Huan Jiala placed his right hand over his chest, bowing slightly: "If that’s the case, it was indeed wrong of us to misdirect our anger onto you, very sorry."

Su Ming’an turned away: "Then I won’t disturb you, I’m leaving."

A pale white hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"You cannot leave."

Evidently, Huan Jiala was not going to let go of a person so steeped in Olivius’s aura.

Su Ming’an, having become the Jellyfish Emperor, feared not the Elf King. He immediately used the "Dragon Clan Suppression" ability; the combat power of 7155 accompanied by the spread of dragon might shocked Huan Jiala into releasing his grip.

"...Apologies." The first to apologize, however, was Huan Jiala.

After a brief exchange, Huan Jiala decided to let Su Ming’an go. Elves, being kind by nature, did not wish to wrong an innocent person; he would not forcibly detain Su Ming’an.

Su Ming’an bade him farewell and walked into the jungle, suddenly hearing——

"Swish!"

The next moment, a Blue Rose Scepter descended from the sky, piercing through Huan Jiala’s left shoulder, pinning him to the ground.

Above the skies, a golden-haired youth rode a jet-black crow, a bright red high hat bathing in the dawn light, fluttering like a blood-red robe.

——Noel.

At this point in time, Noel was actually in the Elf race, not having turned back from the Tower of Babel yet.

It had been a long time since Su Ming’an had seen Noel intact.

Noel hadn’t noticed Su Ming’an; he jumped off the crow, bent down, picked up the small bottle tightly held in Huan Jiala’s hand, and snatched the last bit of Crescent Spring.

"Give... give it back!" Huan Jiala coughed up a mouthful of blood, employing the Power of Nature, causing surrounding vines to viciously lash towards Noel.

Noel’s combat power was between 4000 and 5000, theoretically not a match for Huan Jiala. But then, behind Noel, a phantom suddenly emerged.

Su Ming’an’s eyes widened—He remembered when Alger summoned the Sixth Thrones·Inorganic God, a phantom also appeared behind him.

The phantom behind Noel was child-like, wearing a wreath of purple grapes and olive leaves, its body made up of Red Hearts, Spades, Clubs, and Square Cards, with starlight swirling like a vortex. It appeared almost humanoid, yet emanated a distinctly non-human aura.

The moment the phantom appeared, Noel seemed possessed, his aura skyrocketing, pupils turning into bright Red Hearts; he pressed his palm down, and with a "poof," Huan Jiala’s entire body burst open, deprived of life.

At that instant, Su Ming’an’s breath halted.

As if something rolled at his heart, bringing a coarse sensation that, moments later, crashed down with a thud like a giant stone hitting ground.

"Thud, thud, thud."

All that remained in his ears was the overwhelming sound of a heartbeat.

Even though he already had suspicions, witnessing them confirmed—it still shook his heart.

It turns out, Noel really did collaborate with the organizers.

The shadow, resembling a child, could it be the child-like voice from the meeting? It should be... the Seventh Thrones?

Noel could not possibly be unaware that such cooperation benefits the organizers in infiltrating Luowasha, thereby threatening Su Ming’an, yet Noel still collaborated.

Adding in the Master of the End of All Things, Noel simultaneously collaborates with two High Dimensions, both of which covet Luowasha, viewing Su Ming’an as either prey or the number one enemy.

"Besides the Moon-shaped Spring, what else do you need to consume to descend? The heart of the Blood Clan... I got it." Noel conversed with the shadow, stuffing the Moon-shaped Spring into its mouth, then turned away.

Su Ming’an followed in invisibility.

His breathing was slow, glancing at Huan Jiala’s corpse, gently closing Huan Jiala’s eyes.

Crescent Island.

The area inhabited by the Blood Clan, filled with the scent of luxury and decadence. Under the violet-black eternal night, blue-purple mandalas and black roses were like venomous snakes, blooming in every corner of the castle.

Noel sat high on the crow, fingers flicking, cards scattered like petals in the wind, transforming into vibrant explosives that fell.

"Boom — Boom — Boom —!" Flames rose one after another, the Blood Clan wailing in heat and agony, while Noel quietly sat on the crow, munching on crispy, golden fries.

His fingers were greasy; he casually picked up a piece of Blood Clan fabric fluttering in the hot wind, wiping his fingers clean inch by inch. Above the purgatory of the mortal world, his eyes held nothing but indifference.

"...Who are you!? Why do you attack the Blood Clan?"

At this moment, over ten Blood Clan figures flashed before Noel, scarlet eyes glaring at him hatefully.

Blood Prince Xi Ge, Duke of Blood Clan Lü Fu, Bloodline Minister Shi Ying, over ten Bloodline Marquises, and... Lü Shu whose eyes remained clear and green.

They seemed to have just had a lavish banquet, remnants of wine and crushed rose petals lingered on their bodies. With almost infinite lifespans, the Blood Clan’s life was forever indulgent, one party followed by another, just indulging in blood, dividing and conquering, wine tasting and unapprovable activities, their days spent in revelry.

However, Lü Shu stood among them, yet appeared out of place. His body only carried the clear scent of tea leaves, nothing more.

"Don’t block my way." Noel remarked indifferently.

The shadow behind him expanded, as the Blue Rose Scepter in his hand pointed at Xi Ge’s chest, a thorny red rose unexpectedly pierced through the skin, blooming with her heart’s fragments and blood.

Xi Ge spat blood, looking at the rose on her chest in disbelief, her vision darkening as she fell.

Rose after rose bloomed in the chests of the Blood Clan, the extremely flamboyant method of killing terrified them. But soon, as they died one by one, everything fell silent.

In the air, only Lü Shu still hovered, a pair of bright red bat wings unfolded behind him.

"...Hmm?" Noel’s scepter paused: "The technique of Yuritilola’s ’Heart Rose’ invokes the wicked thoughts deep within people, the darker one’s mind, the more vivid the rose piercing the heart. And your chest shows no reaction, it seems like you truly are as consistent inside and out."

Lü Shu clenched the knife in his hand, wearing a noble attire of the Blood Clan, the ruby bow tie on his chest stained with others’ blood. He smelled the scent of blood, his pupils reflected a tinge of bright red.

Noel steered the crow as a blue ribbon brushed past Lü Shu’s knife tip.

"Since you chose the Blood Clan, why suppress your appetite? I don’t understand what conflict you have, seeking to help everyone yet restraining yourself. Do you think this makes you unstained amidst the mud?" Noel turned his gaze:

"People never learn to unleash their desires, releasing the monster inside yet tidying their clothes at the same time. But, Lü Shu, whether releasing the monster or tidying clothes, both actions are to achieve a goal."

"Just like now... I know my ultimate goal with perfect clarity. And, I have a way to achieve it."

"Compared to you all who still wander in uncertainty... I am already clear and precise."

Noel extracted the hearts of the Blood Clan, feeding them to the shadow behind him, then continued forward. Moments later, he stepped back, pressing a small bottle of blood into Lü Shu’s palm:

"One must progress guided by one’s desires, not be confined by means."

"This is my gift to you, begin to enjoy. The essence of Luowasha is mutual devouring; don’t let yourself become a starving ghost. Don’t wait until you’re forced to consume divinity before learning to regret."

Noel left without looking back, leaving only a field of decay. Thousands of Blood Clan and Blood Servant corpses lay on the ground, and even this failed to evoke a shred of hesitation from Noel.

Soon, Noel arrived at the World Lord’s Palace.

The World Master leaned against the statue of the God of Inspiration, purple hair gently curled, cascading down, a silver mask hid the face, with closed eyes, as if resting.

Noel charged into the hall riding the crow, wings swept aside the blocking knights, like a storm.

"Swish!"

In the next moment, Noel instantly closed in on the World Master, the Blue Rose Scepter directly across the neck.

Feeling the sharp sensation, the golden eyes of the World Master opened briefly, waves rippling within.

"——Hand over the key to the Black Water Library," Noel said flatly.

Su Ming’an watched invisibly; the "Black Water Library" mentioned by Noel should be where Sique resides in dreams, used for the constitution of the reset Luowasha. Noel wants to enter, likely at the request of the Master of the End of All Things or the Seventh Thrones.

The World Master showed no fear, fingers brushed against his chest, as though feeling his heartbeat, then he chuckled lowly: "I just finished reading the ink stains left in my soul, remembered most things that occurred in the resets, but I am unacquainted with you. Who are you?"

"Oh? It seems you’re also one to retain memories." Noel chuckled: "I’m just an obscure adventurer; it’s normal for the World Master not to know me. I am aware you’re Sique’s most satisfied oc, you surely have the key to enter his library, hand it over."

Clearly, Noel retained memories from the previous round, knowing he had once lost his head, so this time his actions were particularly aggressive.

Su Ming’an silently watches everything.

At this moment, Noel felt somewhat unfamiliar to him, but it’s only because Noel had never shown this side in front of him before.

Su Ming’an has always known his teammates show him a tender and kind side. Behind the scenes, every one of them isn’t easy to deal with.

Lu appears gentle in front of him but is seen as a true harbinger of death by others, learning to shoot at a young age, skillful in various grey market trades. Isabella seems mature and composed as a researcher in front of him, but she worked in dark research institutes before. Lü Shu was taciturn in front of him, but whether as Ming Hui’s rebel army or Pulaya’s Soul Hunt, he’s utterly ruthless when carrying out his tasks.

Those who ranked at the top of the dark and cruel World Game and caught Su Ming’an’s attention weren’t pure good people. They are indeed good people, but their "good" is exclusively for acquaintances and hometown.

Besides Yuanyuan’s aura always being pure and clear, everyone else had shades to varying degrees.

Noel in front of Su Ming’an always appeared wise, spiritual, and reliable. But Su Ming’an had stumbled across Noel’s human experimentation scene; back in Pulaya, he witnessed Noel covered in blood — that cold, indifferent demeanor was no different from the Tulip Princess.

No one can be entirely idealized. Having both dark and light is what makes normal people. Now, Su Ming’an sees them from beneath the iceberg’s surface.

——Noel coldly pressing the World Master’s neck, the blood-red blade tip dripping with the blood of elves and Blood Clan.