Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1379 - 30: "Su Ming’an, Make a Bet With Me.
In the corner of the WORD document, there are some small words:
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[Resetting is not 100% retention. No matter how meticulously I transcribe, there will always be many people without any sense of existence who will not reappear.]
[With each reset, the number of people belonging to the word "public" will continually decrease. Only the brave ones with colorful stories can persist indefinitely.]
[Perhaps Wenjun is right. From the creator’s point of view, my perspective is always arrogant.]
[Arrogance is the original sin of the Creator.]
...
Noel’s gaze moved away, continuing forward as if none of this concerned him.
He had already found his goal and his path, no longer caring about others’ stories.
After a few steps, his story reappeared.
——Before him was a wardrobe in the moonlit classroom.
Having adventured all night and extremely tired, Xiao Su opened the wardrobe, hid inside, sat in the narrow darkness, and closed his eyes to sleep.
Soon after, a yellow-haired boy appeared near the wardrobe, opened it, saw Xiao Su inside, and moved his hand.
"Shush!" Puppet threads, fine as silk, sliced Xiao Su’s neck. Xiao Su’s head remained on his neck, but his breath completely vanished.
Su Ming’an watched the scene.
Suddenly understanding washed over him, unsurprising yet unexpected.
——It was Noel.
——Turns out, Noel had killed Xiao Su before.
No wonder the cut on Xiao Su’s neck was so thin... Only when Su Ming’an touched it did Xiao Su’s head fall off; indeed, threads could cause such an effect.
The reason wasn’t hard to guess; it was probably the Master of the End of All Things who had Noel kill him. Xiao Su was the protagonist of the Disciple Game, and Xiao Su’s death benefited the Master of the End.
"..."
The truth was glaringly obvious. Su Ming’an started thinking, once Noel completely left, who would be the next similar person? The burden on his shoulders is too heavy, not allowing him to continue waiting aimlessly for Noel’s answer.
Lu? Lu is very smart but hasn’t connected like Noel, plus the influence of the Ocean Angel, Lu’s state isn’t good.
Luna? Luna had died for him, so certainly there was no problem with trust, but she lacked the strength to keep up.
Su Rin? Su Rin is indeed very good, but always elusive...
"Su Ming’an, why are you secretly following me?" Suddenly, Noel spoke ahead. He turned his head, looking toward Su Ming’an’s direction.
Su Ming’an was taken aback but remained quiet, silently waiting.
Moments later, Noel withdrew his gaze, casually probing to see if anyone was following him.
He continued forward, now before him was a vast library.
——Black Water Library.
Rows of bookshelves settled in black water, with black water flowing at the bottom level, above which arrays of books were neatly placed. A rough glance showed hundred rows and columns of thousands of shelves, keeping silent amidst the swirling black water.
Noel stopped his steps.
This was the "Black Water Library" mentioned by the World Master, and the Triple Illusion Realm set by Sique didn’t manage to block him—shallow and boring.
The crystalline wind lifted the Blue Rose Ribbon, Noel lowered his hat, slightly raised his head, and transparent whales glided between shelves, billions of books sparkling like stars.
"Here is the place where Luowasha Great Artist’s collection is kept," Noel surveyed the surroundings: "There are quite indeed many books."
He casually drew the nearest one, opened it to look.
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["On Further Analysis of ’Milk Cola Economics’"}]
[Author: An economic teacher unwilling to leave a name]
[Document Number: Economics-Na-2918012]
[Document Time: Last hour of the 1127th reset]
["Author’s Foreword: In the last time, I will summarize academic results from recent years. Regardless of whether I exist after the reset, I will calmly accept the result. If I appear again, I will erase this foreword and conduct more in-depth academic research. Due to limited time, the author will not write according to strict paper format, I hope the audience can forgive."]
["The following text: The principle of cost-effectiveness is the root of all economic concepts. It proposes that only when the external benefit brought by an action exceeds the external cost should we do it. For example, if you want to eat a Banana Clan, and it costs 100 Shar Currency, you might tend not to eat..."]
...
Noel closed the book, this area was filled with all sorts of academic books, and at a glance, it was vast like smoke.
...So this is the collection left by people in a total of 3027 resets?
Every reset is not completely identical. It depends on the state of Sique and the World Tree. Some people will disappear with oblivion, some will appear with bursts of inspiration.
Among Luowasha’s 10 billion people, Sique couldn’t remember each one; he could only remember some distinctive ones, while the remaining 99% become fixed templates, resurfaced through brief transcriptions.
"1,200 Demons with crimson eyes, citizens of the Great Demon Perlo", "78 million Dragon Descendants, hybrid descendants left by the Dragon Clan", "420 million Humans who are intelligent but short-lived, adept at learning"...
They are composed only of these brief keywords.
Noel walked to another bookshelf, casually pulled out a book.
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["The Last 10-Minute Recording of the 1599th Reset"]
[Recorder: Anon]
[Document Number: AVI-382891]
[Document Time: The last 10 minutes of the 1599th reset]
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The book opened to reveal a disc.
Noel inserted the disc into the book’s built-in projector, and the screen emerged:
...
[In the screen, a bald man first approached the lens, waving a hand.]
["Hey, hey! Now it’s the last 10 minutes before the reset, everyone come up to the camera and smile!]
["Come, come, little Maya, don’t be shy! You look great today!" A very spirited old man pushed aside the bald man and brought a disabled little girl to the camera.]
[The little girl was somewhat shy and glanced at the camera.]
[The others hurriedly came up, showing their faces to the camera. A braided girl, a red-haired youth with a mole at the eye corner, a mother holding a baby, an elderly white-haired person...]
[Behind them, a setting red sun was near falling.]
[They stood atop the nearby tallest building, with people at the ground level walking leisurely, without last-day panic.]
[Before reaching 2000 resets, the Sique Association explained the reset to the Luowasha people clearly, and mobilized people to try "enter the book", not keeping secrets, thus people weren’t as panicked.]
["Lord Olivius said that this time, we will definitely end the endless cycle of resetting! He has told each of us the song of ’entering the book’, and as long as we recite it at the last moment, we will enter the Eden where no red sun exists!" The old man said spiritedly.]
["What will Eden be like... Will there be endless candy to eat and endless milk to drink..." The braided girl imagined.]
["That’s the New World created by Lord Olivius’s own hands! It must be perfect!" The yellow-haired boy with bandages on his face shouted passionately, raising his fist:]
["We’re going to the New World—we’re going to the New World!!"]
["There will be no suffering or pain, only flowing milk and honey! And golden bread!"]
His energetic voice filled the slum with laughter, as they had grown up together and would stay together till the end.
["But..." Maya in the wheelchair murmured, "I heard from Sister Nata who works at the research institute that according to the ’inspiration assessment system’, only those who meet the standards can successfully ’enter the book’. Many people’s inspiration can’t meet the mark... Besides, I heard that this time might not succeed, after all, we are the 1599th ones, and before us, there were 1598 failures."]
["Oh, my little Maya, don’t be so pessimistic! Lord Olivius said it would work this time! Why can’t we be the last ones?" Poni patted her shoulder.]
The yellow-haired boy laughed: "That’s right! I declare—from now on, the 1599th is the end! There won’t be any larger number!"]
["Only 3 minutes left!" Poni shouted.]
["Mommy Lisa, hold Little John tight, we’re stepping into the New World together, don’t lose him!" The red-haired youth steadied the woman holding the infant.]
["Does everyone remember the song Lord Olivius taught us? Don’t sing it wrong!" The nun in black and white clothes cared to remind.]
The braided girl raised her hand: "Of course, I’ve sung it countless times over the past days, the church choir sings it every day, and the loudspeaker in the square is almost broken from singing it!"]
["Then, everyone hold each other’s hands—"]
They surrounded each other, the elderly holding children, children holding youths, youths holding mothers, mothers holding girls, girls holding strong men...
Similar to them, every group downstairs, every distant person, the beings above the clouds... all looking at the red sun, ready to step into the New World.
[There—no doom and no red sun, only the milk and honey promised by Lord Olivius himself.]
[There—no pain and no sorrow, there is a brand new world inside the book, and all worries can be canceled out with a few strokes.]
["Ten, nine, eight—"]
People began the countdown.
The glow of the red sun arrived bit by bit.
Whether to cheer himself up or to pray, the old man with a raspy voice, and dim eyes glittered, suddenly shouted loudly: "This time it will definitely work, Lord Olivius said it would definitely work—!"]
Because, if it doesn’t work, if there’s another reset... these insignificant and humble people like grains of sand would disappear...]
The next time, there will be new names like "Nipang", "Xiao Yama", "yellow-haired boy", "very spirited old man" to replace their existence.
In the eyes of the observers, these are all the same terms.
But in their eyes... this is their self and their life.
In Luowasha’s grand story, they are small, traceless, insignificant, unable to take even a word, yet it’s their everything. The anchor of words never falls on them, they are fleeting among all living beings.
["Three, two, one—"]
At this moment.
People sang the song of ’entering the book’:
["Look up. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
I borrow the blue moonlight to write this universe’s unknown and vastness.
You borrow the dawn to give me eyes and tranquility.
Hundreds of midnights.
You mold a star from dust and mud..."]
["—!"]
The red sun descended.
The singing abruptly stopped.
A fierce red light covered everything, descended upon the whole world. Like sweeping tides and lava, it covered the people.
The last shot was a complete red, with vast words emerging from them, from the bodies of billions of beings, turning into billions of streams of text, like densely packed grayish-black rivers, converging into the sky.]
Above the sky, the net of words flowed.]
The purple-haired Creator sat high above the clouds, dominating in silence, all quiet under the heavens.
He silently bowed his head, looking at the quiet world, picking up the feather pen, erasing the latest line that appeared in the sky—]
[The 1599th reset (crossed out)]
[—The 1600th reset (newly written)]
["..."]
Eden was not completed, the song of ’entering the book’ was still flawed, unfortunately, this time was destined to fail. It would take a very long time... to have a chance of success.]
He indeed deceived the people.]
He was the proud and deceitful Creator, destined to let down those people full of anticipation.]
The purple-haired Creator silently sighed, waved the feather pen, once again writing new content.]
[—The Creator reopened the book.]
[The next story began again.]
The "click", an old camera fell to the ground, no one laughed and picked it up again.]
...
Su Ming’an watched the recording.]
—This is just a trivial 1 out of 3027 times.
It turns out this was what happened.
He walked forward, but suddenly heard an unexpected voice:
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"—Su Ming’an, would you like to read a book with me?"]
...
A scent of blue rose wafted by, the golden-haired boy, knowing not when, already had his gaze fixed on him.]
Su Ming’an confirmed Noel indeed saw him, then withdrew the spatial concealment: "When did you realize I was here?"]
Noel’s fingers moved slightly: "I have a habit of placing a puppet thread in your hearts, your thread’s vibration was too strong, I knew you were close to me."]
Su Ming’an said: "So you knew from the start."]
Noel said: "Yes."]
Amidst the stirring black water, he squinted his blue eyes, lowered his hat brim, and suddenly said: "Su Ming’an, make a bet with me."
Su Ming’an looked up, but no longer saw Noel’s eyes: "...It’s a bet on what?"
