Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1385 - 36: Cosmic Cat Study

["Sique Olivius."]

["——You are the great artist of Luowasha, every stroke of your brush is more important than anyone else’s."]

["——You only need to gaze towards poetry and the distant horizon, unleashing your talent and romance."]

["In everyone’s impression, that’s what they say to me."]

["They say, I am a genius, while they are mere mediocrities. Not even a million mediocre people can compare to the contribution of a single genius. Each era of humanity is led by a few geniuses, and only these few geniuses’ names are recorded in history, while the other billions are merely ’the public’ in history..."]

["Truly, I am favored by the heavens. Ever since I picked up a pen in my youth, it felt as if all the words in the world were coming to me. Those flashes of genius, those touching phrases, those intricate plots... some might never be able to write them in their entire lives."]

["I have seen people who dedicatedly created thousands, tens of thousands of stories, but could only earn a meager living."]

["I have seen people who never dared to pick up a pen their entire lives, they confine stories to their minds, never writing a complete one."]

["But this is not about hierarchy, perhaps they were simply born at the wrong time. Or maybe, they are bound by various real-life factors."]

["After I saw through all the threads of words, the world became boring before my eyes, I began to predict hundreds of developments for each plot. The colors I perceived started to fade, the flames in my chest began to die out — I realized an emotion called ’losing passion’."]

["I started to be aware, how long have I been burning like a flame, throwing myself wholeheartedly into creation, forgetting to turn back and see the people in reality? Or perhaps, viewing everything in the world as sources of inspiration, losing the ability to empathize, even seeing a tragedy just thinking of jotting it down... how long have I been in this state?"]

["How long has it been since I’ve smelled the fresh flowers in the park, how long since I’ve indulged in the beauty of a sunset?"]

["Let the story end here, let the World Tree anchor everything... it might not be a bad result. I have toiled till now, I should live for myself for a few days."]

["But soon I deeply realize, if I choose to end it, the first to destroy me wouldn’t be myself, but those who pride themselves as ’mediocre’."]

["They have longed for me to fall from the throne for too long. Some even go to great lengths to vilify ’Olivius’, fabricating rumors, stabbing me in the back."]

["And those who yearn for me... they cloak me in golden robes, embellish me with gold leaf, anticipate my future, and forge a hell for me."]

["’Since you’re a genius, you must do what a genius should do.’ Therefore, as Olivius, as the greatest Creator, as the one favored by Inspiration — I have never been a little magpie for a day."]

["Until the day Su Ming’an arrived, everything is destined to come to an end. The 3 trillion, 187 billion, 962 million, 785 thousand, 546 words I’ve written, a total of 4.69 million Chapters... finally coming to a conclusion."]

["I remembered the oath I took at the beginning of creation, the one Qiao made me swear—"]

...

I solemnly swear.

——I shall wholeheartedly feel every spark of Inspiration, I shall depict the sincerity and beauty within my heart with my pen, I shall not fear failure and doubt, and persist in the original intention of creation.

——No matter how winding the road ahead, I shall embrace passion, pursue dreams, I shall explore the unknown, dare to transcend myself, burning my life and soul in the world of creation.

——I am deeply aware of the power of creation, it can awaken hearts, connect worlds, I shall forever learn and grow with a humble heart.

——I promise, not to betray this mission of creation, to turn every idea into reality, in the endless possibilities, to create my ideal paradise.

...

["I have fulfilled my promise, creating my Eden with my pen."]

["Now, just a step away, Su Ming’an."]

...

The purple-haired youth leaned on the recliner, his swirling locks encircling the stone platform like proliferating vines.

He held a cloth, coughed a few times, bright red blood stains appeared on the cloth.

"Mr. Lighthouse, I trouble you... to give me a hand."

Su Ming’an helped support Sique.

"Are you ready? I will tell you everything." Sique said.

Previously, Sique did not speak, because Su Ming’an’s memory could not be retained to the next time. But now, Su Ming’an was qualified to know everything.

"...Are you entrusting this to me?" Su Ming’an said, "What about all your OCs?"

"Mr. Lighthouse, I must correct your words... I don’t like..." Sique said, holding on with effort.

"Alright, what about all your comrades?" Su Ming’an said. He supported Sique’s back, even through the fabric, he could feel Sique’s skin cold as ice.

Sique showed a pale smile: "I don’t trust them."

He said this with extreme certainty.

Even those, penned by his hand, whose life paths he knew thoroughly, he still did not trust.

"You don’t trust them, but you trust me?" Su Ming’an said.

"What can I do." Sique’s fingers supported his forehead: "After all, it’s the Original."

"You are nothing like my Original, I am not an M."

"Just that the time hasn’t come."

"...Something like this would never be possible."

"It’s only a matter of time."

Sique’s fingers tapped his temple, then patted the recliner beside him: "Care to sit down?"

"Speak your mind." Su Ming’an sat down.

Under the boundless starry sky, a purple and a black figure sat facing each other. Only then did Su Ming’an realize, after entering the dream, he had restored his own appearance.

The two Watchers of the world sat exploring the Dao in the silent night. Transparent whales glided past them, the mottled starlight falling on their shoulders.

For a moment, Su Ming’an felt like he was facing Acto’s lecture during the last time in the Ruined World. The core of The Original was indeed all the same, with the stance of the Guide and the stance of the Pioneer appearing before him one after another, assisting him in moving forward.

"The mechanism of the World Origin is the unique and innovative system of civilization," Sique said.

Sique’s first words made Su Ming’an open his eyes wide.

"If the universe is compared to a cat, the evolution mechanism of the universe is like the blood purification mechanism of a biological entity: keeping the useful and erasing the useless. Over long years, the cat will automatically decrease the useless organs... like a civilization without uniqueness." Sique said:

"The creativity and diversity of Inspiration surpass everything, and civilizations without uniqueness gradually lose vitality and die out, getting ’purified’ by the universe."

"Therefore, every civilization you’ve seen so far is vastly different. Only civilizations with uniqueness can survive. For instance, Ming Hui’s unique characteristic of the Evil Dragon, Qiongdi’s unique characteristic of Jiu Shen, the Three Dimensions characteristic of the Ruined World, the world line characteristic of The World of Old Days."

"You must have wondered—why did Pulaya’s World Origin disappear?"

...

[Su Rin never knew who took away Pulaya’s World Origin.]

[It is said that after thousands of autumns and countless years in The World of Old Days, civilization underwent an undeniable evolution. Deities disappeared, everyone in the Holy City naturally perished, and the World Origin couldn’t endure the long years, soon exhausting.]

...

"In fact, it wasn’t exhausted," Sique calmly said:

"—The reason is that Pulaya didn’t generate any remarkably new characteristic."

"Both the Ruined World and The World of Old Days created a World Origin. Pulaya didn’t fail to create one, but it didn’t differ much from The World of Old Days."

"The emotional power system of The World of Old Days is still continued by Pulaya. Pulaya still uses the Holy City left behind by The World of Old Days. Without enough creativity and diversity, the World Origin gradually disappeared."

Su Ming’an’s eyes widened: "So that’s how it is..."

He silently mused, realizing his Cosmic Cat Study truly had some theoretical basis.

Sique nodded: "That’s why Luowasha has many World Origins—its characteristics are simply too numerous."

"It’s an overly abundant civilization. It possesses interstellar insect race, blood clan demon, elf dragon descendants, and Eastern Peach Blossom Immortal... A hundred flowers bloom; everything is available."

"Other civilizations only have one worldview. Yet Luowasha is the worldview of millions of Creators combined, and every additional Creator enriches the worldview a bit more."

Su Ming’an said, "A world co-created by millions of creators."

Sique smiled: "Yes, that’s right. It’s like a never-ending update mod, where creators are counted in millions, and when one generation ends their life, the next generation joins in."

Su Ming’an sincerely remarked: "No matter how many times, I always feel that your world is extraordinarily romantic."

Even fantasies in the mind can become reality through the tip of a pen.

Everyone becomes Divine Brush Ma Liang, crafting the world in their hearts, planting flowers amidst the vast wasteland.

Devoting themselves to creation for a lifetime, truly changing the world with their pen instead of mere lament. From youth to old age... seeing their creations gradually grow, burning with passion for a lifetime.

Sique wiped bloodstains from the corner of his mouth with a cloth: "Indeed, from this perspective, it’s really wonderful, I truly like it."

His hair was mixed with snow-white feathers, like suspended osmanthus leaves, growing scattered on his body.

"...I once read a book with a sentence in it: [The purpose of studying hard is to transform from a chicken into a goose, and then hope your descendants can turn that goose into cattle and sheep. Studying isn’t the only path to take, but if ordinary people don’t study, they can’t even become chickens]," said Sique:

"In this world, the gap between races is more severe than any disparity. Monkeys eating bananas is innate, pandas eating bamboo leaves is instinct, and chives must be cut in bunches when they grow. The class structure of the world is fixed from birth, with chickens and ducks unable to beat tigers throughout their lives. Some people rely on squeezing the surplus value of others to live, extracting the last drop of blood from others, and can oppress others for a lifetime."

"Mr. Lighthouse, you’ve seen the history of the First Epoch. Luowasha wasn’t supposed to be like this; it should have been a harmonious, calm, and non-violent world, a perfect Utopia. It was the ’human traitor’ Kasadia who altered the World Origin, injecting a large amount of Otherworld fantasies, which led to Luowasha evolving into its current form, filled with dragons, demons, angels and other fantastical elements—do you think Kasadia was wrong?"

Su Ming’an shook his head: "He wasn’t correct, but he wasn’t wrong either."

Dark waters surged between them, echoing loudly.

Sique continued gazing at the starry sky, speaking and gasping:

"I share the same thoughts as you. If Kasadia hadn’t successfully altered it back then, and Luowasha evolved into a No Magic World as desired, with only rudimentary technology, and only humans as an intelligent race, could Utopia really be born?"

"Without the Dragon Clan, there would still be dragon-like greedy humans. Without the Celestial Clan, there would still be human arrogance like the Celestial Clan. Without the insect race, there would still be human layers exploiting and devouring others like the insect race..."

"And by then, how would the lower class resist? They’ve lost the chance to defy destiny, unable to change fate through wondrous magic, with their only option being to comment on the internet."

"Corporate competition, faith conflicts, wealth disparities, polarization..."

"History is an endless circle. As long as ’humans’ exist, they will repeat the same mistakes."

"On the surface, Luowasha seems extremely predatory, yet in reality, the predatory situation of a No Magic World is more frightening, being invisible, unobtrusive, deeply rooted, and unchangeable."

"Reflected at the dinner table, the conference table, the interview podium, in every time of smiling and accommodating."

"...What I am grateful for is that we comprehended the Creation System."

"The hands usually wounded amidst war and smoke now grasp not guns, but feather pens, manuscripts, and ink."

"It gave ordinary people the chance to rise, and provided a platform for the masses to refuse mediocrity, making the numb All Living Beings start lifting their heads, looking to the starry sky, perceiving the beauty of art, and beginning to understand the colors of dusk and evening, to taste the first drop of dew in the morning."

"Do you know, Mr. Lighthouse, in the First Epoch, Luowasha was like The Dark Forest, with bloody cannibalism everywhere. You devour me, I devour you, madness and terror pervasive throughout the world."

"Until the Second Epoch, when the Creation System emerged. Only then did the situation you admire occur—everyone becoming Divine Brush Ma Liang."

"At that time, I wanted to change such a situation."

Sique paused, his golden eyes glowed slightly:

"I was very arrogant."

"...I wanted to transform such a cruel, bloody, numb, terrifying, class-solidifying, war-stricken, chaotic, malicious world... into a Paradise."