Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1395 - 46: "From Now On, I Am Your True Friend.

Chapter 1395: Chapter 46: "From Now On, I Am Your True Friend.

When Su Ming’an entered the World Lord’s Palace, Qi Zhou was already gone.

A pool of blood remained on the ground. The World Master sat on the throne, Hui Chi beside him peeling grapes.

"...Where’s Qi Zhou?" Su Ming’an asked.

The truth of the world he just heard was indeed shocking. In brief, it was:

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[There is a will that wants someone with a similar mindset. Therefore, It created various instances for selection. Whoever can pass through smoothly and understand the solving ideas of all instances is the one It wants to choose and can receive the ’land deed’ It awards.]

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The number of instances is equal to the number of seals. For example, the Disciple Game has seven instances, that’s the "Seven Seals." The World Game has eleven instances, that’s the "Eleven Seals."

"Seal" is the "Perfect Clear Seal." If one grasps the strategy for clearing an instance, the "seal" will appear on the back of their hand.

Once all the "seals" are understood, the "land deed" can be obtained. In the Disciple Game, "land deed" means the World Origin held by the World Tree. In the World Game, it means the ultimate wish-granting right. In short, it represents an ultimate reward.

Theoretically, Su Ming’an is indeed the most deserving recipient of the "land deed." Whether or not he has Death Rebound, his acuity for instances is very high, his clearing approach always matches the system’s requirements, achieving 100% complete clears each time. Therefore, his way of thinking is very close to the existence that possesses the "land deed."

His perfect clears are always the deepest, so the marks of the "seal" on the back of his hand are the deepest.

This is like a game designer selecting the player who best understands their design thinking.

If this is the truth, then Su Ming’an is not completely alone. But so far, he hasn’t heard any news about the game designer. It must be above the Twelve Seats of the Organizers, who are just workers confined within the World Game, while it is the promoter, even the creator, of the World Game.

"...Is it human? Or High Dimensions... or not even alive?" Su Ming’an pondered.

This makes Boss Rabbit’s significance reasonable. Boss Rabbit was the earliest worker, responsible for conveying "that will’s" orders to the other workers, so Boss Rabbit’s permission is higher than other seats.

Will it protect him? How should he negotiate? Should he just shout into the air: "Hey! Game designer! I’m Su Ming’an, the player whose thinking aligns most with yours, I’m about to be eaten by your twelve workers, come save me!"

...Uh.

Su Ming’an had a mind to try. But there’s a possibility that the world truth said by the World Master is applicable only to Luowasha and not the World Game. These analogies are all wrong.

"You’re asking about Qi Zhou? I gave him a little insignificant punishment." The World Master ate the peeled grapes, lazily looking at Su Ming’an.

"Did you also dismember him?"

"A tiger, though fierce, will not eat its own cubs. This is my family matter, you needn’t worry about it. Moreover..." The World Master squinted, silver mask filled with a cold smirk: "Didn’t you not choose me earlier? Why have you come back?"

He was referring to Su Ming’an’s choice between him and the Black Water Dream.

Su Ming’an responded in the same tone: "Didn’t your head fall off earlier? Why has it grown back?"

A blush appeared on the World Master’s face, his gaze cold. After a moment, he smiled and extended his hand to Su Ming’an:

"I admire you, Number One Player."

"Both you and I can retain memories through endless resets, like two connected solitary islands... So, let’s cooperate."

"I’ve developed a set of codes you can memorize. If there are things you can’t say, in the next reset, use the code to communicate with me."

"I have status, power, and strength. You have the favor of the World Tree and the help of the players, together, we can save our respective worlds."

Su Ming’an thought for a moment, then nodded: "Alright."

They were already in a cooperative relationship, going deeper doesn’t hurt.

He memorized the World Master’s code, replacing the deeply ingrained one he used before.

That previous code was no longer useful.

The World Master looked at him, the silver mask covering his expression, his voice ethereal, leaving one unsure if he was sincere or joking:

"Su Ming’an."

"...From today onwards, I will be your true friend."

...

In the evening, Su Ming’an saw a black swallow.

The swallow seemed to have flown through many places, carrying the scent of seawater, snowflakes, willow catkins, and lilies. It lingered a moment at the palace, then flew away.

At this moment, the World Master flicked his fingers, a stone flew out, hitting the swallow’s belly. The swallow, hurt, struggled to fly away.

"What are you doing?" Su Ming’an didn’t understand the World Master’s impulsive act.

"I hate all birds, who’s letting it fly over my palace." The World Master snorted coldly: "Recently, I saw a giant crow fly over, I shot it down too."

This swallow was truly a victim of misfortune. Hit by a stone, severely injured, likely to fall and die soon.

Su Ming’an couldn’t be bothered with this lunatic World Master, he himself was sitting under a peach tree in the back hall, with Li Mingyue and Tao’er beside him.

The World Master pouted, seemingly not wanting to disturb them, turned and left.

"Senior, have a drink!" At the stone table, Tao’er poured wine for Su Ming’an, her black bun shaking: "Senior finally decided to rest? I haven’t seen senior all day, what were you busy with?"

Su Ming’an suddenly remembered, he had only met Tao’er yesterday, yet it felt like a long time had passed.

"Today... so much happened." Su Ming’an plucked the peach blossom from Li Mingyue’s sleeve.

"So, can senior rest now?" Tao’er’s big eyes blinked.

"Yes, I can." Su Ming’an nodded.

At least for tonight.

After tonight, it might very well be the last journey of his life.

"Have some tea, Ming’an, I remember you can’t drink alcohol." Li Mingyue’s soft voice sounded, moving away the wine cup, replacing it with a cup of peach blossom tea.

Su Ming’an looked into Li Mingyue’s eyes, words on the tip of his tongue—

Godfather, do you know? Su Wensheng also came over.

That was Su Wensheng who, after through hardships, gained happiness. He became an exceptional Great Mage, with a stylish summoned beast—a ginger cat.

But in the end, Su Ming’an held these words back. The purified Su Wensheng no longer remembered the Godfather, and the Godfather wouldn’t be able to meet Su Wensheng who died in the last reset.

The Great Mage Su Wensheng had eternally disappeared, leaving no trace behind. Even the bloodstains on the snowfield were erased by the reset.

Far fewer people remember him than those who remember the drowned Su Wensheng and earring Su Wensheng. Almost only Su Ming’an, not even textbooks noted his existence.

"..."

Su Ming’an and the Godfather chatted for a while, mostly about the Godfather’s experiences over the years. Climbing mountains, walking snowfields. Being a teacher, doing business. Going to the front lines, healing and saving people.

Ever searching for the three children until meeting Su Ming’an, finding a moment of peace.

"Have you met someone called ’Yuanyuan’?" Su Ming’an couldn’t help but ask.

"...." Li Mingyue shook his head: "I haven’t."

The sky gradually darkened, and a desolation filled Su Ming’an’s heart.

The deep blue night was studded with thousands of purple-red pearls, the full moon hanging high, he caressed the cat-ear book in his hand, standing up.

"Where are you going?" Li Mingyue asked.

"I must leave, Godfather." Su Ming’an said.

To the future.

Embark on his final journey.

It’s life, it’s death, it’s eternal solitude, or being forgotten, closing his eyes peacefully, or turning into flying ashes... all determined by this final path.

He finally had a vague realization that he might truly die. The hope of surviving was scarcely one in ten thousand, he felt both sorrow and dread, yet also subtle anticipation.

His fingers even trembled unconsciously. Because even if he died, Zhai Xing had a strong chance of being saved.

That was enough.

All he needed to do was finish walking the last stretch of his life.

"Senior is busy again?" Tao’er gently pinched his sleeve, her eyes sparkling: "Senior seems very powerful, but don’t forget, Tao’er and Shifu are your family."

...Family.

Su Ming’an smiled at her, then met the Godfather’s eyes cold as ice, like he was trying to remember something. After a moment, he waved his hand freely, striding forward:

"I’m leaving."

"Wait a moment."

Li Mingyue walked toward him, extending her hand.

—tidied Su Ming’an’s somewhat disheveled collar.

Then, her fingers moved downward, fastening the top button, smoothing the wrinkles on his sleeves, tidying the hem of his clothes...

Finally, she reached out, seemingly unintentionally... smoothing the young man’s black hair.

As if tidying a school uniform, tying a tie for a child going to school for the first time.

Su Ming’an’s nose felt a bit sore; yet another farewell like this, this scene reminded him of the lamentable past, when the Godfather last tidied his appearance in such a way. And the melted frost and snow from then... could it be today’s frost and snow?

Under the White Jade Pavilion, a robe embroidered with silver threads in jade color. A gust of wind stirred, jade pendants jingling, a frost-like person looking at him.

White hair fluttering in serene silence.

The river of time flowed between them, countless similar figures spread beneath their feet.

The vicissitudes of life, the changes across the sea and land.

A thousand years passed.

A long dream.

...

"It’s okay if you fail, it’s okay if you run away from the battle, it’s okay if you don’t want to die, and it’s okay if you don’t follow the set path."

"If you want to cry, come back to us."

"The Godfather will always be here waiting for you."

"Ming’an, have a safe journey."

...

Besides this, Su Ming’an also inquired about the others’ whereabouts.

Lü Shu was positioned too far from here, reportedly Lü Shu’s condition was not well, Su Ming’an sent the Scarlet Bird to deliver the message, but it’s unclear whether Lü Shu received it.

The Cloud City God continued to stay by Su Ming’an’s side, seemingly idle. Not being very familiar, Su Ming’an didn’t entrust anything special.

Lu became the Sea Emperor, seemingly having connected with Hui Bai.

Yi Song participated in the Flower Gathering Conference, involved with countless flowers, having deep sentiment with many noble ladies.

Boris continued diligently advancing the Lighthouse Church.

Mizushima Kawa Sora, under the guidance of Grandpa-in-a-pocket, constructed Mustard Space, creating her own small world.

Atlanda, with the help of Time Elf Ming Rui, discovered a way to cross epochs.

Isabella immersed herself in the Eden Project, researching methods to disengage from player IP.

Rimu Sheng joined Boss Rabbit, perfecting the Disciple Game together.

Mei Yani gathered weak players, leading them to level up together.

Anthony sought resources everywhere, preparing for constructing the player Sanctuary.

Ming and Hui Mo completely vanished, whereabouts unknown.

Yamada Machiichi had already been killed by his Rin Clan brother.

Bei Wang was happily asleep within Tian Yu’s body.

The Qing Zhu Clan’s Young Master Xiao Lü stayed with Lin Yin’s Panda Clan, living a joyful life.

Ever since being kicked out of the Main God World by the Shitposter Demon, the Jellyfish Emperor’s whereabouts have been unknown.

Noel continued to float in Black Water.

Xi Li, Wu Yi, Xiao Bai, Bairan, Shi Ying... continued on their own life paths.

Next time, maybe a completely different ending will arrive.

Next time... let’s give them a proper, official farewell.

As Su Ming’an was about to step into the Black Water Dream, a butterfly avoiding the wind and snow brushed against Su Ming’an’s fingertip.

After pausing for a moment, it flapped its wings and flew into the distance.

Su Ming’an raised his head, gazing at the twilight like a star sea. Under the heavy blue clouds, between the desolate deep blue velvet, the butterfly gradually faded like a spot of vibrant pigeon blood.

—Wensheng, is it you?

Have you come to say goodbye to me too?

...

Black Water Dream.

The lazy big bird still lay on the chair, looking like a corpse.

Upon hearing Su Ming’an’s footsteps, Sique sat up, returning to an elegant posture.

"Seems you are ready to embark on the next journey." Sique said, "Before that, choose your route."

"Ding dong!"

[After the next reset, please choose your route.]

[Disciple Game Line (Related characters: Xi Li, Wu Yi)]

[Excitement Level: ★★★★, Depth: ★★, Difficulty: ★★]

...

[Floating Life Like a Dream Line (Related characters: Hui Family, Xiao Bai, Su Liujin, Lin Hejin)]

[Excitement Level: ★★★, Depth: ★★★★, Difficulty: ★★★★]

...

[Human World Sufferings Line: (Related characters: World Master, Qi Zhou, Su Mianbao)]

[Excitement Level: ★★★★, Depth: ★★★, Difficulty: ★★★]

...

[Super Magpie Line: (Related characters: Bairan, Ocean Angel, Qianqin, Qiao, Dragon Emperor Ian, Elf King Huan Jiala, Blood Prince Xi Ge, Insect Queen, etc.)]

[Excitement Level: ★★★★★, Depth: ★★★★, Difficulty: ★★★★★]

...

"Can I choose?" Su Ming’an instinctively extended his finger.

"Oh, no." Sique laughed, "I just simulated the ’ding dong’ sound, these are four routes I organized for you, like a mind map. You must complete these key Luowasha plots all at once."

Su Ming’an: "..."

Among the transparent fish, the purple-haired youth lay back down weakly, hands placed on his abdomen, looking very peaceful. Though lying on a chair, it seemed like lying in a coffin.

As if he would never wake up.

Those golden eyes flickered, like condensing liquid gold. After a moment of stagnation, he looked at Su Ming’an:

"At the moment of parting..."

Pondering for a moment, seemingly having finally breached the threshold of his heart, making up his mind:

...

[(Sique Olivius) Favorability: 95 points]

...

"Mr. Lighthouse."

"Are you interested in looking at the stories I’ve experienced before?"

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