Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1393 - 44: "I Saw the Lamb Open the Second Seal.

Chapter 1393: Chapter 44: "I Saw the Lamb Open the Second Seal.

For a moment, he thought that rather than letting Su Mianbao continue to distort, it would be better if she didn’t exist from the start. But he quickly realized the horror of his thoughts.

Rationally speaking, a person like Su Mianbao is actually beneficial to the promotion of civilization’s development. Her eyes only see the goal, because once this goal fails, she will lose the deity’s "favor" and be unable to protect this world.

Emotionally speaking, he couldn’t forget the humanoid beings Su Mianbao had locked up, nor could he forget the scene of her biting Su Jingtang’s heart.

— If the leader were to be replaced, what would happen?

In that instant, he sensed the ruthlessness deep within his heart; for peace of mind, he actually evoked the thought of abandoning her. So this is the "hypocrisy of a creator."

Su Mianbao seemed to have sensed something, tightened her arms, and cautiously opened her mouth:

"... Have I made you unhappy?"

Su Ming’an pushed her away.

"When I was young, my mother read me a book." He looked at the bloodstains on the wasteland, the wind blowing through the grass, and the tribesmen kneeling quietly, not daring to look directly at him:

"[Child, whether you are willing or not, I will impose upon you the same arrogance that was once imposed upon me, my mother, my grandmother, and my great-grandmother: this imposition can trace back to the first person brought into being by someone else.]"

"[Perhaps if he or she had the opportunity to choose, they would have answered out of fear: I don’t want to be born. Yet who ever asked for their opinion? So they were born, they lived, and after giving life to others, they die.]"

"[For thousands of years, everyone has been in the same situation until it came to us. Every time, it is through such arrogance that we are born into this world; without it, I imagine we would not exist at all.]"

Su Mianbao listened quietly.

"Do you want to come into this world? Will there be a day when you angrily cry out at me: ’Who gave you the right to let me come into this world? Why did you bring me to this world?’" Su Ming’an lowered his eyelids:

"But how could I know abandoning you would be better? How could I assume you truly do not wish to return to silence?"

"Back then, I thought I’d only understand these profound words when I became a parent. Later, I found out I might never get to become a parent. And now, unexpectedly, I discovered I understood these meanings ahead of time."

"Su Mianbao, when I created you, I didn’t ask your opinion. I’m sorry."

...

"Qi Zhou, I will not ask for your opinion, nor will I apologize to you." The World Master’s index finger tapped the throne lazily:

"You will never escape me."

...

"Father God, even if you asked me, I would still choose to be born." Su Mianbao’s voice was clear as she raised her head:

"You want me to fight, then I will fight. Whatever you want me to do, I am willing to do anything for you!"

...

"If I had a choice, I wouldn’t want to be born in this world at all!" Qi Zhou trembled as he held the long sword, the sword pointed at the World Master:

"I don’t want to do anything for you—I am utterly fed up with you, Su Wenjun!"

His legs were shaking, teeth chattering.

Blood dripped onto the ground, blossoming into a vivid red like a Manzusha Flower.

...

"In that case, I’ll give you two choices. One, to give power to others and be an ordinary person. Two, to accept my emotional resonance," Su Ming’an said.

Emotional resonance is the Ninth World’s method of reading others’ memories, causing intense emotional shock. In resource-rich Luowasha, Su Ming’an could attempt to restore emotional resonance, embedding his own emotions for Su Mianbao to experience.

However, doing so would squeeze Su Mianbao’s original emotions, so Su Ming’an gave her a choice.

Perhaps this is the hypocrisy of a creator, wanting to shape the world into his desired form, regardless of the characters’ will. Su Ming’an could not bear for a crazed Su Mianbao to continue being the ruler.

"I choose the second," Su Mianbao nodded without hesitation:

"I am willing to be the way you want me to be."

...

"—I’m telling you, I don’t want to be the way you want me to be at all! I’m utterly sick of your hypocritical and ugly face!" The purple-haired youth screamed frantically in anger.

This was the first time Qi Zhou erupted in such pain, like a howling wolf.

His hair was disheveled as he raised the sword blade, rushing towards the high throne of the World Master—

This is a character’s rebellion against the creator.

This is a creation’s rebellion against the creator.

This is a lamb’s rebellion against the deity.

The World Master supported his chin, and sighed.

...

Very soon, Su Ming’an created a red hose, allowing Su Mianbao to experience emotional resonance.

He didn’t implant his particularly private memories and emotions, only those widely known, yet the pain he superficially experienced made Su Mianbao writhe in agony.

"Ah ah... ah ah ah..." She clutched her head, wailing endlessly. Just experiencing a part of Su Ming’an’s experiences was enough to make her, who was exceedingly strong, nearly collapse:

"Don’t look at me like this... don’t maliciously speculate about me, all you high and mighty spectators..."

"Boss Rabbit, stop targeting me... Mizushima Haru, why are you doing this, do you know..."

"Edward, don’t, don’t do this... I will kill you all... kill you all..."

"The rain is so cold, so cold..."

In extreme pain, Su Mianbao tried to commit suicide.

Su Ming’an did not stop her, watching her like a deity standing on the clouds. His expression was almost compassionate, his demeanor much like the deity from the World of Old Days, watching humanity suffer without joy or sadness.

So this is how humanity is gradually erased.

Too many things are above a single life.

"Huff... huff... huff..." At the instant the blade cut open her neck, the cold touch alarmed Su Mianbao, and she actually maintained her rationality, put down the blade, and did not commit suicide.

Her gaze extended afar, towards the rooms of Yue Ying, Yu Zhu, Li Li, and others in the village, as if there were anchor points pulling her, stopping her from collapsing.

Sweat slid down, black pupils filled with blood streaks, knuckles turning blue-white.

"Half left." Su Ming’an said. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"I can still go on... come on... Lord Father God..." Su Mianbao’s whole body seemed to be immersed in cold water, yet she still gritted her teeth and reinserted the red hose.

...

"[When the Lamb broke the Fourth Seal, I heard the fourth living creature say: "Come!" I saw a pale green horse, its rider named Death, followed closely by the Netherworld. They were given power to eliminate one-quarter of all humanity using sword, famine, plague, and wild beasts.]"

...

Qi Zhou died.

The World Master’s sword pierced through his throat, blood flowed.

Daylight bright, the dispersing gold filtered through glass, spilling onto shiny tiles reflecting pure white light.

The World Master tossed the sword, walking slowly to Qi Zhou’s dead body, the hem of bright red robes dragged a bloodstain.

"... Qi Zhou, you are very much like me." The World Master clapped his hands in lamentation:

"But the difference is, I understand well that Sique Olivius is invincible, I cannot find any way to kill him. But you are different, you know I am mortal, so you always try to kill me."

"I am the wicked creator, the giant mountain spread out from you, the ever-lasting shadow."

"But do you know this?"

The World Master took out a feather pen and made a few strokes on Qi Zhou’s corpse, and the next moment, the dead Qi Zhou reopened his eyes, returning to breathing.

Golden eyes met each other, and Qi Zhou’s eyes finally showed distinct despair, while the World Master’s gaze was already like a puddle of dead water. The World Master laughed miserably and clapped his hands, casting a shadow as if a towering giant mountain:

"—The Creator can grant you life with a stroke, and death with another."

"I’ve already done exactly what you did, picked up the blade and slashed at Sique."

"And at that time, it was also Sique who wielded a few strokes to resurrect me."

Qi Zhou’s lips rubbed together, emitting a faint sound: "Why on earth... won’t you let me walk towards a peaceful death... why do you... have to write so many characters..."

The World Master bowed his head, remembering that years ago, he too questioned Sique this way—Sique Olivius! Why did you write down so many characters!? Aren’t the Luowasha people numerous enough? Why do you write so many people and then abandon them? Why is this?

Past events seem fresh, replayed today. Only the protagonists have changed.

Facing Qi Zhou’s trembling gaze, the World Master answered Qi Zhou with the words Sique once spoke to him:

"Have you heard... the story of the Lamb and the Seal?"

...

"[When the Lamb opened the Fifth Seal, I saw an altar, and beneath the altar were many souls, slain for bearing witness to God’s word and truth.]"

...

Su Mianbao died.

Despite trying her hardest to accept Su Ming’an’s emotions, she couldn’t hold on.

The emotional accumulation of a 19-year-old youth was as heavy as a thick green mountain, crushing a person to death.

Su Ming’an silently overlooked Su Mianbao’s corpse, the black-haired girl lying on the ground, her expression fixed in madness, fear, grief, and numbness, her body already cold and stiff.

He hesitantly picked up the feather pen and sighed.

"Sigh..."

A moment later, he lowered the pen, crossed out the line "Su Mianbao died," and resurrected Su Mianbao.

When Su Mianbao awoke, she looked at him with fear.

—It was fear of an incomprehensible existence.

She couldn’t understand why anyone who had gone through so much could maintain a normal mental state. She couldn’t grasp why he could heal himself again and again, pull himself from the mire repeatedly, and walk out into the sunshine after being drenched in rain again and again. His heart was riddled with holes, dragging her into a bottomless abyss.

But a moment later, her expression became humble, as she placed her right hand on her chest:

"...Lord Father God."

"Your lamb understands your intention, comprehending you completely."

She admired Father God.

Only a deity can be tough enough to withstand such painful experiences—her Father God truly was a genuine deity.

"Father God." Su Mianbao embraced Su Ming’an.

...

"World Master."

In the hall, Qi Zhou placed a hand on the World Master’s shoulder.

...

"I will become your most loyal lamb." Su Mianbao bowed her head.

...

"I will be your most hated enemy." Qi Zhou raised his head.

...

"Could you... accept my invitation? I’ve prepared a lavish dinner." Su Mianbao said softly.

...

"Could you... shut your mouth? I don’t want to hear any stories about the Lamb and the Seal." Qi Zhou said coldly.

...

"[They cried out loud: ’Holy and true ruler, how long must we wait? Why do you not judge those on earth who murder us, to seek justice for us?’’ At that time, white robes were given to them, and a voice told them to wait a little longer, until the number of their fellow servants and brothers slain like them was complete.]"

...

Su Ming’an accepted Su Mianbao’s invitation and came to her tribe. Now her tribe has grown to six hundred people, while not far away Su Qing’s tribe has over two hundred. After going through emotional resonance, Su Mianbao shouldn’t grow deranged.

At the banquet, Su Mianbao served only Su Ming’an, without letting him meet anyone like Yue Ying or Yu Zhu.

"This is cabbage stew, fried strawberries, oil-edged ginseng, jellyfish skin sashimi, all cultivated within the tribe." Su Mianbao gently introduced.

After Su Ming’an tasted it, the flavor was indescribable, evidently Su Mianbao didn’t inherit his culinary skills. He pretended to swallow it but secretly spat it out, very alert.

After dinner, Su Ming’an returned to the empty room, ready to leave, but discovered someone sneaking into his room.

—Unexpectedly, it was Su Jingtang.

Su Jingtang wore a felt hat and embroidered clothing, the beads swayed:

"Lord." Su Jingtang saluted and said gently: "Today the one killed was my skill—cloning. Today, I performed a scene for you, to reveal Su Mianbao’s true nature."

Su Ming’an was surprised.

Su Jingtang showed such righteousness, willing to enter the plot himself, preferring to sacrifice a clone just to let Su Ming’an see Su Mianbao’s brutal side. In fact, the plan was very successful; Su Ming’an was indeed shaken today and even let Su Mianbao die once.

"Her spirit should be normal now." Su Ming’an expressed gratitude: "Thank you. For specially showing me such a scene, allowing me to timely save her from distortion."

Thankfully, Su Jingtang was there, preventing Mianbao from completely blackening. Su Jingtang was truly loyal and selfless.

However, upon hearing his gratitude, Su Jingtang wasn’t happy, but rather disappointed.

Su Jingtang’s voice deepened: "So... Lord still favors her. You haven’t been disappointed with her?"

"Hm?" Su Ming’an replied puzzled.

Su Jingtang sighed, stepped closer, his eyes deep:

"Lord... can’t you choose me?"

He pointed to his own heart:

"What Su Mianbao can do, I can too."

"I can also... become your most loyal lamb, replacing her."

...

Su Ming’an fled the small world with his belongings overnight.

Who could have thought, originally meant to alleviate Su Mianbao’s pressure, Su Jingtang became the second Su Mianbao!

The small world is truly terrifying, this Su family of Originals did indeed prove identical.

At two in the afternoon, Su Ming’an returned to the Black Water Dream. The Cloud City God was still waiting.

"Done?" The Cloud City God lifted his head.

"Yes, I won’t need to go to the small world for a long time." Su Ming’an said. As a deity, he didn’t need to descend frequently. Now everything is on track; he just waits.

"If so, follow me to a place." The Cloud City God said.

"Where?"

"World Lord’s Palace."