Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1386 - 37: Go Write Your Own Story

"As for what happened later, you already know. Due to the emergence of the Creation System, Luowasha’s feature bloomed like a hundred flowers, and it wasn’t purified by the Cosmic Cat."

"But it also brought about disasters from excessive development."

"The Cosmic Entropy Destruction Law—the Master of the End of All Things has set sights on us."

Hearing this, Su Ming’an felt helpless: "It’s really hard to stay alive. Without features, we’ll be devoured by the cat; with too many features, we’ll be targeted by the entropy law."

Sique shook his head: "It’s truly Luowasha that’s too chaotic. A few worldviews are fine, but with a few million creators’ worldviews crammed together, the rate of entropy increase is extremely terrifying."

At this moment, Sique suddenly sensed something and turned his head—the sight of a white figure appeared among the black waters.

Black braids fluttering, dressed in a snow-like white robe, an indifferent expression, golden eyes silent.

—Cloud City God.

Not Su Rin; Su Rin’s gaze isn’t like this.

Sique’s brow furrowed slightly, his forefinger pressing against the feather pen, his posture somewhat defensive: "... This dream of mine is really popular; another uninvited guest has arrived."

The Cloud City God stood indifferently, only looking at Su Ming’an: "Su Ming’an, I still remember."

Concise and succinct. The Cloud City God remembered everything that happened last time.

"Where’s Su Rin?" Su Ming’an asked.

The Cloud City God’s eyes moved slightly and nodded: "I am here."

Su Ming’an corrected: "I’m not talking about you... I mean the Su Rin I’m familiar with, the one drawn from you?"

The Cloud City God’s eyes showed slight confusion.

Su Ming’an recalled that in order to hold back the World Tree, Su Rin and the Cloud City God had fused. Could it be that the fusion state hasn’t been lifted yet?

At this point, Sique spoke: "This uninvited guest, Mr. Lighthouse and I have important matters to discuss. Please excuse us for a moment. There are many books nearby; feel free to browse and pass the time."

The Cloud City God said nothing, turned and walked to the bookshelf, picked up a book, and began casually leafing through it without disturbing them.

Su Ming’an, sharp-eyed, saw the book title, seemingly ’Plano’s Navigation Journal’, which should be from a civilization with a name similar to Pulaya. Sique really did have all kinds of books here.

"... Now, back to the main topic." Sique waved the feather pen, writing words in the air.

...

[Que’s Glossary]

[① Time Concept: The Chain of Time Stories. Time is formed in blocks, divided by "nodes", continued by "logic", and anchored by "choice" to determine a unique time, becoming an established fact. The essence of the world is "one anchor and the next anchor", "one memory clip and the next memory clip".]

[② World Book: Substantiate, visualize, and textualize the "possibility" of the world. Simplify from complexity, reducing from a three-dimensional to a one-dimensional plane, cut into sections of text Chapters. Contains millions of memory clips, can be combined at any time to form a novel world.]

[③ Creation: Essentially, the significance of creation is a kind of "future positioning". The pen is a mediating tool of positioning, allowing the things that flash through your mind to be positioned from the future, becoming a fixed module (memory clip), imprinted into reality.]

[④ Disciple Game: In the universe, similar concepts will compete, with one being eliminated. The Disciple Game, as a pirated game, relies on this rule, striving to create more perfect instances to encompass the World Game. The advantage of pirated versions lies in the ability to infinitely copy and paste, deploying into the universe, advancing ahead of the World Game’s devastation of the next civilization for occupancy.]

[⑤ Creation System: Preliminary judgment is that the Creation System emerged because the World Tree distributed the Authority of the "creation" planet to every person in Luowasha, returning the hope of self-rescue to the people.]

...

Sique raised his hand.

A book glowing with golden light appeared in his palm.

In an instant, it seemed as if only Su Ming’an and Sique were left in the world.

The black water roared, waves surged up, almost swallowing them. Su Ming’an felt as if he too had become words, standing amidst boundless white paper, with ink slowly dripping from his head, chin, chest, limbs, dripping gently into the water.

"Splash, splash, splash—" a gentle sound arose.

Under the glimmering blue Star Field, fish grazed past Sique’s fingertips. His gaze fell, his eyes reflecting complex emotions, as if he was witnessing something he had long protected and cherished being sent away.

"World Book..." Su Ming’an’s heartbeat quickened.

The name of the World Book was widely renowned.

Even when he first entered Luowasha, he had heard of this legendary treasure.

...

["Rumor has it that before Sique disappeared, he used all his Spiritual Energy and Wisdom to create a treasure known as the [World Book]. Whoever owns the [World Book] will touch the deepest mysteries of the world and understand all truths," Lü Shu explained.]

["Sique had once written twelve of the most perfect stories. It is said that each story revealed the past and future of the world, guided by the Supreme Lord, carrying profound significance. Whoever comprehends all of the [Twelve Stories] will obtain the [World Book] and become the next power holder of the world."]

...

Su Ming’an once thought that such a treasure would require him to cut through thorns and endure tribulations to obtain.

Never did he expect that a super lazy bird would just hand the treasure to him like that.

The World Book contains millions of memory clips, capable of altering Luowasha’s history. For example, moving the Second Industrial Revolution before the First Industrial Revolution; time in Luowasha is block-like, its sequence can be changing freely.

Having this thing indeed equates to becoming a power holder of the world.

"Mr. Lighthouse, I can’t accompany you anymore." Sique, holding the book with both hands, walked to Su Ming’an amidst the endless black ink.

"No longer a guide, no longer a pioneer, nor someone competing with you for the spotlight. You’ve become the sole protagonist of Luowasha, no longer will I, The Original, steal the scene from you."

"You can rest assured, no one will buzz in your ear again."

"Go and write... your own story."

The book glowed with golden light, making Sique’s face look even paler.

Su Ming’an felt a slight pain in his heart, his voice somewhat choked: "... I will remember you, Sique Olivius."

Sique showed a hint of surprise.

Then, as if he thought of something, he glanced at the Ring of Time on Su Ming’an’s finger, and laughed: "Mr. Lighthouse, what are you thinking?! Hahaha, hahaha hahaha... You don’t think I’m about to die, do you?"

Su Ming’an rarely saw Sique with such a joyful expression. Considering everything as inspiration, difficult to empathize, Sique hadn’t genuinely smiled for a long time.

Su Ming’an was also bewildered: "Huh?"

He had already begun to feel sad, feeling almost in reminiscence mode... Didn’t expect Sique wasn’t going to die?

"Sorry, sorry... too many farewells, my tone might have sounded like a last word." Sique shook his head with a smile, suddenly becoming serious:

"Mr. Lighthouse, Su Ming’an."

Sique finally called him by his full name.

Thousands of memory clips gradually emerged around them, reflecting the lives of billions.

"I entrust the World Book to you," Sique said:

"If I encounter an accident or can never awaken again... you will become the next ’Luowasha Great Artist.’

If you are unwilling to take on this responsibility, you can pass the World Book to someone you trust."

"May you... triumph."

Su Ming’an extended his hand, feeling the solid weight between his palms.

Sique’s fingers slowly released, and finally, the last finger left the World Book.

The golden eyes closed briefly, concealing a trace of regret.

...

"Ding-dong!"

[You have obtained the "World Book (Gold Level)"!]

[From now on, you can freely alter the arrangement of Luowasha’s memory clips.]

[The power holder must bear great responsibility, the lives of the twenty-seven Gods, and ten million two thousand and three hundred people are in your palms, please proceed with caution.]

...

As if it weighed a thousand pounds in his hand.

"Come, lift the pen." Sique raised the feather pen.

Su Ming’an mimicked the action, raising the feather pen.

Where the tip was aimed, unfolded a dazzling array of memory clips, numbering over five million.

"These are all the key memory clips of Luowasha, each representing a crucial historical node," Sique said: "But you don’t need this much detail, you can say: ’Open catalog mode.’

Su Ming’an said: "Open catalog mode."

In the next moment, over a million memory clips merged together, gradually solidifying into 1389 memory clips.

"This is a more condensed presentation. Just now was a micro-adjustment, this is a macro adjustment," Sique said: "But it’s still too detailed, you should say: ’Open the simplest mode.’

"Open the simplest mode," Su Ming’an said.

In the next moment, 1389 memory clips merged together, transforming into 12 memory clips.

From front to back, they are: [Chapter One: Planet Migration], [Chapter Two: Dark Era], [Chapter Three: Genesis Ignorance], [Chapter Four: Golden Wheat Ear], [Chapter Five: Lighthouse Jellyfish and Sunfish], [Chapter Six: Independence War], [Chapter Seven: The Day of God’s Fall], [Chapter Eight: War of Eden], [Chapter Nine: Prosperous Era of Gods], [Chapter Ten: Under the World Tree], [Chapter Eleven: Black Water Dream], [Chapter Twelve: Dream Weaving Elegy].

"...Wow."

This overview is quite striking, it truly feels like reading a book.

No wonder they say Luowasha feels like a book.

Su Ming’an clicked [Chapter Eleven: Black Water Dream], instantly, a flood of information rushed into his mind—Sique waking, sleeping, waking, sleeping in the black water, vivid colors assaulting his brain.

"Be careful," Sique immediately grasped Su Ming’an’s wrist, bringing him back to clarity: "Do not casually read these memory clips, they are too vast, containing thousands of years of narrative. Your life is too brief, it could easily be overshadowed. You wouldn’t want to become like the Deity Ming’an."

Su Ming’an steadied his head, indicating he was fine.

These enormous memory clips, like reels of film, floated before them.

Countless shadows overlapped, spreading into a two-dimensional plane.

The vast sea of images and text, like insects in amber, condensed within each clip.

All redemption and destruction, rebirth and death, greatness and humility, joy and grief... all squeezed into these twelve memory clips. In organized arrangement, they become frozen reality.

"It’s almost like... books." Su Ming’an’s gaze swept around, he felt his heartbeat quicken, the truth of the world laid bare before him.

Sique showed him the three presentation modes of memory clips, like different book concepts.

These 12 memory clips resemble the 12 volumes of a book.

Presented in more detail, becoming 1389 memory clips, like the 1389 Chapters of a book.

Presented in even greater detail, becoming over five million memory clips, like the over five million words of a book.

—Volumes, Chapters, word count.

No wonder they say Luowasha feels like a book.

It gathers every detail of the over ten million lives, each person’s journey.

"Where we stand is the eleventh Chapter, within the Fourth Epoch," Sique pointed to [Chapter Eleven: Black Water Dream]: "And [Chapter Four: Golden Wheat Ear] describes my story in the Second Epoch. If you switch the order of [Chapter Eleven: Black Water Dream] and [Chapter Four: Golden Wheat Ear], a magical result occurs—"

"At that time, who would be teaching you wouldn’t be me, but the previous bearer of the World Book. And I suppose I’d be napping in the wheat field."

"Everything would undergo terrifying and unpredictable transformations... therefore, unless it’s life-threatening, I don’t recommend swapping such large memory clips. I advise using the initial presentation mode for micro-adjustments instead."

"Alright." With Su Ming’an’s operation, the memory clips returned to the presentation mode of over five million, because of the abundant quantity, each memory clip’s narrative would be minimal, convenient for micro-adjustments.

Without Sique’s words, Su Ming’an found a series of memory clips closest to them.

...[Clip 5531028: Noel, from now on, we are no longer companions], [Clip 5531029: I made an eternal promise with Spring], [Clip 5531030: "Noel Agnini"], [Clip 5531031: The text is complete], [Clip 5531032: Cosmic Cat Study], [Clip 5531033: Compose your own story (current location)]...

"We are just on this one," Sique pointed to the last clip.

"Turns out memory clips automatically update." Su Ming’an leaned in to see: "This is our last memory clip."

"Indeed." Sique coughed a few times: "The World Tree automatically records everything happening, forming memory clips in real-time, automatically integrating them into the World Book for my use."

At that moment, Su Ming’an saw new memory clips forming, like a budding sprout.

This beautiful glass-like object gradually solidified at the end of the over five million pieces of glass.

"What’s this?" Su Ming’an touched it, feeling its icy texture.

"It’s a new memory clip being automatically generated," Sique explained: "Each memory clip has limited capacity. This indicates that where we currently stand on this memory clip: [Clip 5531033: Go Compose Your Own Story], has reached its final word."