Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1396 - 47: "He Smiled Happily in the End.

Su Ming’an immediately said, "Look!"

Sique’s past, not looking is a waste, it must be quite "exciting."

Sique chuckled, "What I activated wasn’t memory retrieval, but true time flow reversal, commonly known as... ’quick travel.’

"Since I have time authority, watching my memories from different points in time is equivalent to you personally going to that point in time. So if you do something different from history, you’re effectively changing history directly."

"You can call it ’Sique’s Growth Plan,’ it’s an interactive memory retrieval."

"The remaining twelve stories basically exist in my memory, let’s see if you can gather them all."

"I won’t see anything inappropriate for children, right?" Su Ming’an hinted. Who knows what kinds of "wild" things are in Sique’s past.

"If you want to see, that’s private matters of a ’secret bird,’ it’s an extra price." Sique smiled mysteriously.

"...There really is." Su Ming’an was shocked.

In the next moment, black water swallowed him, the scene before him dazzling with colors, time flowed around him, pulling him into the memories—

Sique leaned against the lounge chair, slowly closing his eyes, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth:

"Mr. Lighthouse, now we can finally be completely honest, and then, we can say goodbye..."

...

["The boy pried open the first window. ♪"]

["Outside was a pitch-black forest, greedy eagles, reckless bears, lazy lions, treacherous tigers, insidious wolves, hypocritical deer, cruel snakes, despicable spiders, selfish rabbits, stubborn butterflies, sly foxes, jealous sharks. ♪"]

["He carried an oil lamp, draped in a bright red cloak, carefully pushing aside the wheat ears, walking outward."]

["’You are fortunate.’ ♪"]

["The butterflies in the forest told him:"]

["’As a young child, you have been chosen by civilization.’ ♪"]

["’Happiness and fortune have descended into your palm.’ ♪"]

["Twelve animals sang aloud:"]

["’As long as you keep walking in the forest, no harm will come to anyone.’ ♪"]

["Is that so? Then no one will get hurt."]

["The boy picked mushrooms, added oil to the lamp in his hand. ♪"]

["He sang loudly:"]

["’As long as the white maiden walks towards the marriage altar, loneliness will never occur.’ ♪"]

["’As long as the airship flies into the clouds with cheers, there will be no pain.’ ♪"]

["’As long as the flowers wait to bloom in the mud, there will be no regrets.’ ♪"]

["’As long as the World Origin is poured into the pure white system, there will be no sadness.’ ♪"]

["’I want everyone to be happy.’ ♪"]

["He reached out, dipping his hand into the lamp oil."]

["He lit his pinky, walking forward."]

["The Sword of Damocles no longer hovered above (Sword of Damocles). ♪"]

["He lit his palm, walking forward."]

["Prometheus stole the Fireseed (Prometheus). ♪"]

["He lit his arm, walking forward."]

["Don Quixote defeated the windmills (Don Quixote). ♪"]

["He lit his chest, walking forward."]

["Sisyphus pushing the boulder. ♪"]

["He lit his legs, walking forward."]

["The Allegory of Plato’s Cave opened the skylight (Allegory of the Cave). ♪"]

["He lit his head, walking forward."]

["The Ship of Theseus reached its end (Ship of Theseus). ♪"]

["Ah, ah, so happiness is such a simple thing. ♪"]

["’I have already seen everyone achieve happiness.’ ♪"]

["The Red Cloak Boy forgotten by all living beings, smiled happily in the fire one last time... ♪"]

[—Sique Olivius Twelve Stories Part Four ’Red Cloak Boy’]

...

[’Sique Cultivation Plan’]

[Time: Year 143 of the Second Epoch]

[Age: 4 years old]

...

Su Ming’an opened his eyes.

At this moment, "he" became "you."

...

You are gripping a woman.

A woman with a look of intoxication, longing for death.

Your hands rest on her neck, feeling her pulse beating. Her hand presses against yours, forcing your fingers to tighten, to tighten...

"Please, please, kill mom quickly, I beg you..." the woman said affectionately.

She has long purple hair, golden eyes—she is your mother. Your appearance is nine-tenths inherited from her, as beautiful and powerful as a blooming Mandala Flower.

You instinctively want to let go, but in the next moment, her hands clench, her eyelids turn upward, like a dying fawn—

"Click."

So effortlessly, you killed her with your own hands.

...

"Did you hear that experiment T–1230 strangled his own mother?"

"Yes... it’s simply horrifying. But I’ve heard that his mother forced him to do it..."

"Have our recent experiments been too cruel? Si Qin was the best experiment subject, birthed 3030 times, just to bring about such an outstanding child as T–1230, why did she commit suicide..."

"What do you say? Try having 3030 children yourself?"

"Sigh... we researchers are also forced to work here, if we quit we’ll be dealt with at any time, we have no capital to sympathize with the experiment subjects..."

...

"Recently, how is the condition of experiment T–1230?" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Even though he strangled his own mother, his emotions remain stable. Truly the most perfect experiment subject of this generation! His wisdom, emotional intelligence, charm, potential are all top tier. Our ’Selection Plan’ succeeded! We really have created the most perfect genius!"

"Great! From now on, it’s an era with only geniuses, no mediocres! Only geniuses will be selected to be born, mediocres will be filtered out in the nurturing stage! The future is surely a bright and splendid world!"

...

"Look, what’s experiment T–1230 doing?"

"He’s reading about Sisyphus’s story."

"Sisyphus, the one who pushes the stone? A seven-year-old child can actually read philosophical stories."

"After all, he’s a genius."

"... But lately I’ve started to doubt, is he really a genius? The other kids in the same batch can already solve advanced math problems, yet he can’t even handle elementary math Olympiad questions."

"This..."

"He seems to have quite the talent in the field of literature... Could it be that the experiment was mistaken, and he is just a genius in literature?"

"A literary genius... what’s the use of that? He’s not as good as the kid next door who can do advanced math problems."

"Yeah, with the various high-class races eyeing us, power and force are what really matter, logical thinking and practical ability are also essential. As for literature? What’s the use? Recite some sour poetry?"

"What a shame..."

...

"The upper management has already decided to downgrade the treatment for T–1230."

"It was originally the highest level of nurturing resources, now directly reduced to the lowest level... It seems they’ve truly given up on him. Well, what’s the use of a kid who just writes stories. The other kids have already started understanding nuclear energy."

"I saw he could still eat high-level nutrition a few days ago, now he can only eat steamed buns, and the caretakers are too lazy to even give him water."

"Alas, if he really only excels in literature, I guess he’ll soon be disposed of as useless, the lab doesn’t support idlers. He’s with the Magpie Clan, right? At least we can have a roast magpie meal, slurp..."

"By the way, Merna, I heard some scientific formulas have been failing recently?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could scientific formulas fail? Vivian, you old drunkard, lay off the booze! This precise and rigorous scientific world of ours is going to last a long time!"

"True, haha."

...

"’The boy wearing a bright red cloak received the golden lamp given by the Nightingale, who told him that as long as he ignited himself, he could continue walking in the dark forest’..."

"Merna, what are you reading?"

"Vivian, it’s a story written by T–1230, called ’Red Cloak Boy’, it’s really nice..."

"Let me see... Hm, not bad, a story about a boy with a red cloak walking through a forest... It gives me a warm feeling inside, I haven’t felt like this in a long while."

"Every time I read a story he wrote, it gives me... an indescribable feeling in my heart. His prose isn’t particularly beautiful, and the sentences aren’t particularly precise, but the true meaning and emotions that flow through... always make my eyes well up. It’s obviously a story written by a child, but it makes me feel like I’ve returned to childhood and experienced the initial touches of life."

"This is a story written with true heart, a story with spiritual energy. We, whose hearts have become numb and rigid, could never write something like this."

"Indeed."

"..."

"... Merna, are you feeling compassionate?"

"Vivian, I..."

"The upper management has already decided, in a month T–1230 will be disposed of. The lab doesn’t need literary geniuses; it’s the most useless talent."

"..."

"Put away your sympathy, don’t do something you’ll regret."

...

"Merna, you’re coming out of T–1230’s room again."

"Today, I brought him Barley Heart Candy, and he loved it. He wrote a new story, it’s about a jellyfish exploring the sea, I’ll read it to you!"

"No, Merna... I really like his stories, a lot of people in the lab do too... But it doesn’t change the decision from above. In a few days, he’ll be disposed of... You know, literature is the most useless thing. Even the teacher’s colleges are no longer accepting students for Chinese language and literature!"

"... Vivian."

"Hm?"

"Vivian. When I was young, I really liked literature... It made me feel like a bird, or a breeze, able to fly freely in a world yet to be created... Dull everyday life vanished, cutting out the most exquisite adventures, writing the most free and romantic narratives, the ’they’ in my heart gradually gained souls, it made me feel like I wasn’t living alone in this world. Every time I read, I feel like I’ve lived through the protagonist’s entire life, experienced rounds of soul rebirth."

"..."

"And every time I read T–1230’s... oh, he named himself Sique. Every time I read Sique’s stories, I feel alive, I can be the Red Cloak Boy, I can be the jellyfish in the sea, and I can also be the girl in the Royal Palace."

"..."

"Have you ever thought that literature seems useless now, but maybe in the future, its importance will emerge suddenly. Sique’s literary talent is the most powerful I’ve ever seen, even far exceeding the talents of other children in the sciences. I don’t want a rising new star to be short-sightedly extinguished just because it’s considered ’useless now’."

"..."

"Sorry, I’ve said too much..."

"You’re right, Merna."

"I... Hm?"

"——Since when did I forget about my childhood’s little red cloak?"

"You..."

"I’ve been a drunk my whole life, always alone, no parents, being cautious, living a pitiful life... It’s time to do something I can be proud of before I’m buried."

"Vivian, you will always be my best friend across generations."

"Merna. While I’m still fired up, let’s quickly come up with a rescue plan. Little Sique isn’t valued now, but getting him out will still be a challenge... You’re in your early twenties; you still have a bright future ahead. Later, just blame it on me, the old fool."

...

"Vivian, tomorrow the Mechanical Man will take Little Sique out of the experiment room and to the incinerator for disposal. During this process, I’ll replace the Mechanical Man’s chip and send Little Sique out the back door of the Experimental City. But how far he can run depends on him."

"A chip? Where did you get it?"

"Captain Pary and Lady Rake brought it under the guise of a mission. And Seajay, he’s responsible for exploring the route. Xiao Luo got the door code. Merc will divert the patrol guards, and Motosan will handle the aftermath..."

"They all actually..."

"Yes, maybe Little Sique’s stories really moved this old bunch. Little Sique has been here for four years and written over seventy stories. Each story, we’ve read and discussed over breakfast... Should I say it in a cheesy way... Haha, that’s the power of literature. Everyone decided to help him live on!"

"That’s the power of empathy."

"Originally, we even planned to hold story workshops for Little Sique in the future, where everyone could discuss his stories... But now, there’s no chance, is there?"

...

"Vivian, have you thought about why we want to help him?"

"Because the stories are good? Because we can’t bear to see a pearl lost? Because we’ve had enough of such a life?"

"Because... within his stories, there’s a magical power that can awaken empathy."

"The power of words is overwhelming."

...

"Let’s go, Merna! It’s time, let’s head to our battlefield!"

"Do you believe Little Sique will achieve great things in the future?"

"I don’t know. But, no matter what—we are doing something we won’t regret!"

"We are doing something great!"

"Confirm chip replacement... enter password... input administrator command... set the escort direction for T–1230 from the incinerator to the back door of the Experimental City! Out there is a vast golden field! As long as he tries his best to run, he can go anywhere in the world!"

"Yes... Little Sique, you are free, go now, go... towards your future..."

"Good, good child, run faster, run faster!"

"Once outside, head towards the vast golden field, run, start running! Fly, Little Sique, fly!"

...

You run in the golden wheat field and look back.

Under the pale, mountain-like Experimental City, two figures wave at you. An old man with white hair, a girl with black plaits.

They smile as they watch you escape, like a white and a black mountain.