Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1387 - 38: Minecraft

Su Ming’an picked up the feather pen and attempted to swap the positions of [Fragment 5551028: Noel, from now on, we are no longer companions] and [Fragment 5551033: Go and write your own story].

He glanced at the plot summaries of these two memory clips:

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[Fragment 5551028: "Noel, from now on, we are no longer companions"] Plot Summary: Noel narrates his aspirations and decides to part ways with Su Ming’an.

[Fragment 5551033: "Go and write your own story"] Plot Summary: In the Black Water Dream, the Cloud City God intrudes. Sique gives Su Ming’an the World Book and teaches the method of swapping memory clips.

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What reaction would result if these two memory clips were swapped back to back?

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sique raised an eyebrow.

Su Ming’an paused with his pen, revealing a questioning look.

But Sique extended his right hand, making a "please" gesture, indicating that Su Ming’an could try as he pleased.

Su Ming’an put pen to paper and swapped the positions of the two glass-like, beautiful memory clips.

The ending of [Fragment 5551028: "Noel, from now on, we are no longer companions"] connected with the beginning of [Fragment 5551033: "Go and write your own story"], and the logic automatically connected—

The next moment, Su Ming’an witnessed with his own eyes—Noel’s body, which had drifted far away, floated back just like that.

"Swish, swish..."

The body seemed to rewind, drifting closer and closer.

The scene was somewhat amusing.

Su Ming’an had a hard time holding it in but still kept a stern face as he faced the drifting-back Noel. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Noel’s chest wound gradually healed as he slowly stood in front of Su Ming’an.

When Noel opened his eyes, both of them fell silent.

Sique stood with arms crossed, looking like a bystander.

After the order of the memory clips changed, a magical chemical reaction occurred—Noel had already died in the previous sections, and even the book "Noel Agnini" was still in Su Ming’an’s hands. But in this section, because Su Ming’an moved the memory clip where Noel was still alive to the back, Noel was resurrected.

Su Ming’an and Noel exchanged glances, and the atmosphere was very awkward.

Sique’s chuckle interrupted the awkwardness just in time:

"It’s like a previous example."

"For instance, you have three memory fragments: [The woman smiled], [A happy life], [The woman’s lover dies]. The story you end up with is: [The woman sees her lover and smiles sweetly. They live a happy life together until the woman’s lover dies]. This is undoubtedly a pure love story."

"But if you arrange them in the order of [The woman’s lover dies], [The woman smiled], [A happy life], then the story becomes horrifying: [After the woman’s lover dies, the woman smiled, and she continues a happy life with her lover’s corpse]."

"So, when you swap the order of memory clips, the world will strive to fill in logical gaps and blanks, trying to connect the plot as much as possible."

"But the logical gap caused by switching these two memory clips is too large, even the world can’t fill in the logical gaps. Because there’s no reason to explain why Noel could come back to life after death."

"In short: you ate the book."

Sique babbled on, while Su Ming’an and Noel looked at each other awkwardly.

Having read "Noel Agnini," Su Ming’an understood Noel’s hardships. But fundamentally, there really was an irreconcilable conflict between them.

"I..." Noel’s ocean-like eyes blinked, his demeanor slightly awkward.

"You..." Su Ming’an spoke simultaneously.

After a pause, they both fell silent.

Neither knew what to say or explain. Everything was clear, without room for argument or maneuver.

"What if I perform ’Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix’ for you once more?" Noel half-jokingly suggested, bringing up this irrelevant matter.

"Sure, go ahead," Su Ming’an touched his chin in agreement.

So Noel turned around and raised his hands.

"Swish!"

The next moment, Noel flicked his wrist, sharp puppet threads stabbing towards Su Ming’an, transforming into birds like sharp swords, pecking at Su Ming’an’s neck and chest.

Noel never intended to perform ’Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix’; since he was resurrected, he acted decisively this time.

But ahead of him—

"Swish!"

Scarlet claws once again pierced through Noel’s chest.

Su Ming’an and Noel shared the same thought. Both were wary with a thousand schemes in mind, neither holding any lucky or sympathetic notions.

"Swoosh—!"

Noel fell again, his chest gaping open, his blue eyes gradually dimming.

Su Ming’an retracted his claws, blood flowing down his fingertips.

"...Why do this?" Sique walked over: "Revived, only to be killed again."

"I was merely confirming the utility of the memory clips. My aim wasn’t to resurrect him," Su Ming’an wiped the blood from his fingers. He confirmed that swapping memory clips could resurrect people. He also confirmed that Noel’s first reaction upon resurrection was to kill him. If this was an act, the adventurer’s acting level was already at its pinnacle.

Noel lay amidst the black water, blood staining the surrounding flow red. He calmly gazed at the starry sky, saying nothing, and slowly closed his eyes.

Golden hair sank into the water, the body once again drifted away, their gaze like a fleeting flower.

"What are the consequences of eating the book?" Su Ming’an asked.

"Entropy increase," Sique shrugged.

"You sure speak lightly," Su Ming’an watched Noel’s body drift away.

This carefree increase in entropy was probably enough to make the Master of the End of All Things stomp in rage.

"I thought you should try it firsthand, right? Besides, Mr. Lighthouse probably wanted to see his true friend."

"...There’s no need," Su Ming’an said. "I’ve learned how to swap memory clips. Is there anything else you need to teach me?"

"Alright then," Sique said, "Finally—let’s enter your small world, and I’ll teach you how to create characters."

Su Ming’an’s gaze fell on the white pattern on the back of his hand. As he concentrated, he entered the small world.

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[Welcome, Creator Su Ming’an.]

[You can observe the overall situation of the small world from an overlook perspective. You can also experience the small world firsthand by embodying a body.]

[Current small world stage: Low Magic World]

[Current year: 5 years]

[Current population: 4 people]

...

Since obtaining the small world, Su Ming’an had never managed it, leaving it entirely to its own devices.

However, Demon Line Su Ming’an had entered a little after 6 AM and created four characters:

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["Building a character from scratch is too hard for a beginner. I suggest you start by imitating," Fang Tang said.]

["Imitating..." Su Ming’an picked up the pen.]

["For instance, imitate your friends. It’s much easier if you copy them," Fang Tang said.]

[Using Lü Shu’s template—Su Ming’an wrote a [Supporting Male Character].]

[Using Yuanyuan’s template—Su Ming’an wrote a [Female Supporting Character].]

[Using Dawn’s template—Su Ming’an wrote a [Walmart Shopping Bag Gender Character].]

[Finally, there’s the protagonist with black hair and black eyes.]

[This is the initial configuration of the small world’s protagonist group. They are the first humans in this world, faces filled with similar confusion.]

[Su Ming’an used up his last bit of physical strength to create some basic living supplies, then exhaustedly exited the small world, lying on his bed.]

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It is now a little past 9 a.m., three hours have passed. The time flow in the small world is much faster than that outside, several years have already gone by.

Su Ming’an hovered in the air, looking down in the posture of a creator.

On the vast wasteland, there were a few crude straw huts where four people lived together.

In this vast world, only the four of them were intelligent beings. Since they were personally created by creator Su Ming’an, they possessed high spirituality and robust physiques, surviving years by gathering and hunting.

"I remember the edible plants in the small world are scarce, it’s a complete wasteland. How did they survive?" Su Ming’an scanned the surroundings and suddenly noticed an extremely conspicuous scene.

—a bright red Cursed Fire Flower.

Fierce as fire, towering to the sky, flourishing and grand like a giant tree.

It grew, reaching the sky above, connecting to the earth below, like a giant red mountain between heaven and earth, blooming in a beautiful, fierce, and dazzling manner.

It was just like... the "World Tree" of the small world.

Su Ming’an was shocked that a small Cursed Fire Flower had grown into something like a giant tree. He immediately opened the interface to check:

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[Item: Cursed Fire Flower]

[Direction: Fantasy Side]

[Elements: Curse, Fire Element, Plant, Emotional Power]

[Estimated Growth Time: Long]

[Note: The Cursed Fire Flower casually planted by the Creator absorbed the Creator’s divine power and has become an immense entity in the world. Under its influence, some plants and animals evolve rapidly.]

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This was a flower casually planted by Demon Line Su Ming’an, which had grown on its own to such a state.

It seems he underestimated himself; for this small world, he is the "creator," and even the breath he exhales is divine power. A single seed he planted can grow into a sky-high entity.

Su Ming’an observed the movements of the quartet. At this time, it was evening in the small world, dusk was descending, the twilight dyeing the scene, straw huts glowed with a golden rim, the four dressed in simple clothes, were busy.

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[Current Population:]

[Su Mianbao (Female Protagonist)]

[Appearance: Black Hair, Black Eyes]

[Status: Exhausted]

[Currently Busy With: Cooking]

[Strength: 200]

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[Yue Ying (Female Supporting Character)]

[Appearance: Black Hair, Black Eyes]

[Status: Healthy]

[Currently Busy With: Hunting]

[Strength: 300]

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[Yu Zhu (Male Supporting Character)]

[Appearance: White Hair, Green Eyes]

[Status: Weak]

[Currently Busy With: Planting]

[Strength: 200]

...

[Li Li (Gender Unknown Supporting Character)]

[Appearance: White Hair, White Eyes]

[Status: Lonely]

[Currently Busy With: Daydreaming]

[Strength: 100]

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After five years, the four had given themselves names. Because they were imbued with the spirituality of the creator Su Ming’an, they had learned planting, hunting, and cooking autonomously.

If more people appear in the small world in the future, these four, as the first humans, would be seen as "Divine Sons" or "Divine Envoys" in the eyes of people.

"Doo doo doo..."

Steam rose as Su Mianbao sat outside the straw hut, cooking soup over an iron pot. Her features were gentle, meticulously handling the meat in her hands, wearing gray single garments, her shoes were coarse straw sandals.

Next to the straw hut was a fenced area with a few chickens and ducks.

Further out were a dozen neatly arranged fields, planted with potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, and other crops. Yu Zhu, with a thin figure, was watering with a kettle.

Even further was the forest area, Yue Ying carried a wooden bow, hunting, with several wild rabbit carcasses slung over her back, her bare skin covered with scars from years of hunting.

As for Li Li, they sat at home doing nothing, as if daydreaming.

All of this made Su Ming’an feel like he was playing a simulation survival game.

Before, when he played "Minecraft," it was the same division of labor with Bolong, Yuanyuan, and others. He was responsible for building, cooking, and organizing chests, Yuanyuan would mine and hunt with a torch, Bolong would gather and farm, and there was a classmate who knew nothing, just staying at home reading strategy.

The past was vivid, everything was clear in his memory.

"...Your small world is developing so fast, it’s the fastest I have ever seen." Sique marvelled: "When a creator reaches A-Level, the creation domain can become an independent space, allowing characters to live within it. But ultimately, it’s just space, not like your legitimate world. If your small world has enough time, it could develop into a complete world like Luowasha."

"That’s amazing!?" Su Ming’an was surprised it seemed his small world had such a high positional rank, with the potential to develop into something like Luowasha.

"Yes, ordinary creation domains can have up to tens of thousands of characters at most, yours might eventually develop to have hundreds of billions." Sique cast a glance: "It’s evening, they’re having dinner."

Su Ming’an looked down. The night was descending, Yue Ying came back with wild rabbit carcasses, Yu Zhu also returned with a basket of potatoes from the fields.

Under the sparse starlight, the four sat around the bonfire, tasting potato and rabbit stew with wooden bowls, speaking in broken phrases.

"...Today...potato...ripe..."

"...Wild rabbit...bow...dull..."

"...Tasty...munch munch..."

The language was extremely rudimentary but already sufficient for communication. If listened closely, it had a touch of the Dragon Country language style.

Created by Su Ming’an himself, they were like "children," reflecting traces of him in their every move. Whether in appearance, character, or language.

The flickering flames of the bonfire illuminated their faces, cheerful laughter floated in the air, this place was like an Eden without conflict, without killing.

"Lü Shu" farmed, "Yuanyuan" hunted, each person’s life was still long... like an unlikely dream.

"What should I do next?" Su Ming’an wondered, this tranquility made one reluctant to break it.

"Having only four people huddled together for warmth and living this way for a hundred years cannot be considered a human civilization." Sique said:

"You need to solve the most important issue of a world—"

"The population issue."