Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1398 - 49: If There Were No Wind in the World (Part 1)
The great God of Inspiration, Virdodo, the one and only Supreme Lord Tosolius, please listen to my prayer.
Let me hear the voices of the world, seek knowledge from above and below, and observe weapons.
Let me transcend the mundane world, touch the inspiration, and comprehend all things.
Let me... not be trapped by the trivialities of reality, not struggle with bread and butter, not be forced to stop creating.
I will do my utmost,
to create a place without wind for the people of the world.
——"Oath of 29182 Creators including Gorgoya, Hua Jianchun, Qi Momo, Gu Su"
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"You are an unfortunate person," Mr. Lighthouse said:
"Your mother, Si Qin, was taken into the laboratory simply because, according to the Dawn Goddess’s prophecy, her temperament was very similar to the future Savior, Su Ming’an."
"In an effort to attract that Savior, various factions went to great lengths, investing in the ’Artificial Origin’ project."
"However, the ’Artificial Origin’ here is not blessed with love like the fifty fire transmitters, but is filled purely with heavy, greed-filled evil."
"All it takes is to distort a person’s persona, to forcibly implant someone’s memories, and they can be turned into the Savior’s Origin, thus becoming the ’vessel’ for the Savior’s birth, allowing the Savior to be drawn to them."
"What a foolproof business."
"During the wait that lasted two epochs, various factions never ceased their sinful ’Artificial Origin’ projects. They forced people like Si Qin to practice piano, read philosophy books, learn board games. To prevent the Savior from descending upon someone else’s home, they kept ’refining’, striving to be more and more alike."
"What an evil Savior, who hasn’t even descended yet, but has already made so many people not themselves."
"Your mother was a victim of the ’Artificial Origin’ plan, and your father became involved in another plan— the ’Selection Plan’."
"Mr. Magpie, aren’t you curious about who your father is?"
Mr. Lighthouse recounted these events with a calm demeanor, regardless of how cruel, sad, or shocking they were.
"Does it matter?" You said with some distaste. Rather than call him a father, it’s better to call him a rapist. Your mother was merely a bed for cultivating talent, and your birth lacked any anticipation or love from both sides.
"...The God of Chaos, Augustine." Mr. Lighthouse laughed.
Your brain buzzed for a while, as if something was trembling, and it took you a moment to realize the meaning of his words: "...What?"
Father... is a God?
"This research institute belongs to the [Wheel of Destiny], they are devout believers of the God of Chaos... so devout that they stole a trace of the God of Chaos’s Origin of Life and implanted it into a mortal womb, hoping to give birth to a transcendent genius." Mr. Lighthouse’s tone was sarcastic, "What a bunch of madmen!"
You were rendered speechless.
The [Wandering Sinners] have yearned for others’ stories all their lives, questioning the twelve sufferings of life from chaos. To hear the stories, they are capable of all kinds of evil.
The [Wheel of Destiny] is dedicated to attacking the World Tree, breaking fate.
The [Hand of Chaos] are disruptors who shuttle through the world, advocating for all things to fall into chaos.
The [Mist Gap Magician] are romantics who traverses various dimensions, bringing miracles to the desperate.
These followers of the God of Chaos... are the pinnacle of chaos, the extremity of disorder.
And you happen to be the child of a God.
"I will not acknowledge him as my father, I only have a mother." You shook your head.
"Very well. But your mother does not wish for you to be her child; to her, you are merely proof of her humiliation," Mr. Lighthouse said, "Your mother is actually still alive. Ten years ago, when she let you strangle her with your own hands, it was just an act; in fact, she had escaped and no longer acknowledges your existence."
"...That is good." You didn’t feel sadness, but instead only relief.
Why should she return to the creation of her abuser to play the role of an obliging wife and loving mother?
She is a victim, and she can go anywhere. She should not be bound by phrases like "that’s your biological child!".
"I have neither a father nor a mother." You firmly concluded.
"Hmm..." Mr. Lighthouse bowed: "...If you feel lonely, I can condescend to be your father."
You retorted sarcastically, "I wouldn’t mind being your father, Mr. Lighthouse."
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At 14, you met Qiao, an engineer from the Royal City who valued your spiritual energy and wished to adopt you as his foster son.
Due to the recent turmoil of war, you bid farewell to Siyi and moved to the Royal City with all the villagers of Maizi Village. Your identity transformed instantly from an orphaned villager to the son of a Royal Engineer.
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At this moment, Su Ming’an discovered that he could control Sique, no longer just a mere observer.
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[From this moment, the "Sique Cultivation Plan" officially begins!]
[You can now arrange the schedule for Sique!]
[During Sique’s growth process, key plots will be triggered, and some key figures will be encountered, please respond properly!]
[Please cultivate Sique into the lazy bird you are familiar with in your understanding!]
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[Time: Year 150 of the Second Epoch]
[This year’s arrangements: A. Focus on writing practice at Qiao’s house. B. Make friends near the Royal City. C. Learn cooking from Granny Martha and other villagers. D. Apprentice under Royal Astrologer Yijulai’er. E. Freely arrange.]
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Su Ming’an raised an eyebrow.
No, isn’t this about viewing Sique’s memory? Why is there an interactive function?
Even with time authority, wouldn’t changing history also change Sique himself?
He had a premonition that by reading through Sique’s memory, nearly all of Luowasha’s problems could be solved.
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"Ding!"
[You can choose freely.]
[—Because each option, anything you can think of, Sique in history has already done it.]
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Seeing this line, Su Ming’an immediately recalled what Boss Rabbit just said: "Be-cause-it’s-not-the-first-time."
If Su Ming’an could think of anything, Sique had done it in history—how many times has Sique reset?
Just the major resets of Luovasha alone amounted to 12,300, plus the exponential increase from Sique’s own time authority, it must be an astronomical number.
Sique has done all things.
Sique has read all books.
Sique has chosen all options.
"Then I..." Su Ming’an stepped forward.
Even though Sique has done almost everything, there are always some things... no matter how you reset, Sique absolutely wouldn’t do.
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The sky of the Red Tower Kingdom is always draped with a layer of blue and pink icing.
The Painting Clan lay on the wall, diligently licking it with their tongues, as their saliva is the best paint, pure and pollution-free.
The commercial street brushed in pink and white, among which one shop hung a sign: [Super Cool Hair Style Studio].
"Buzz..." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
Inside the shop, a purple-brown disk-like object squirmed on Su Ming’an’s head, and a moment later, jumped off, revealing a pair of bright eyes, hopping around on Su Ming’an’s legs: "Dyed! This is the signature skill of my great Dye Tribe—Mokodoya, guaranteed to satisfy you! Check the mirror!"
Su Ming’an looked up, saw in the mirror Sique’s face still amazingly gorgeous, with long, smooth hair cascading down, presenting a beautiful... lush green hue.
Under the hairdryer, it looked like a big green windmill, whirring away.
Indeed.
From the first moment he saw Sique, Su Ming’an had a thought pop into his mind.
...I want to dye this thing green.
This offbeat notion flashed by, but now, with such a great opportunity, Su Ming’an acted it out. Dying these beautiful purple long hair green, that’s surely something Sique has never done before!
As long as Sique hasn’t done it in history, Su Ming’an has changed history.
"Oh no, you are the most charming person I’ve ever seen. I heard recently there’s an extremely handsome young man in the Royal City whose stories have taken the city by storm, even the very selective Princess Aisudani is captivated..." The disk-like object’s eyes were filled with hearts: "Once you dye your hair, you’ll definitely enchant countless boys and girls!"
Hair stylists never think they’re wrong; even if dyed green, they would praise the customers to the skies.
No one expected Sique, at only 14 years old, to be already famous in the Royal City.
Su Ming’an casually paid and left, strolling around the streets.
The Cat Car carried the Banana Clan, Gnomes hawked Slime Drinks, Beastmen sold Mermaid scales... Su Ming’an felt as if in another world, walking quietly, as though back to the first day of entering the instance.
The tram tracks snaked like serpents, the building structures and decorations were filled with pipes and gears, a steam airship was taking off from distant clouds, spitting ink-like mist.
"...Si... Sique?" A hesitant voice sounded.
Su Ming’an turned and saw a purple-haired girl with golden eyes like glass, wearing a gray-brown steam gear beret, dressed in a red-brown checkered skirt, with leather rings around her thighs, exuding an elegant demeanor, holding a bag of baguettes.
Her appearance was stunning, almost striking, resembling Sique but more poised.
Due to being in memories, Su Ming’an instantly realized who she was, and even called her out: "Sister..."
The beautiful girl in front was Sique’s own elder sister, Si Hua. But she was much luckier than Sique, proficient in science and engineering, not dealt with by the research institute, smoothly grew up, and became a Royal Airship Engineer in the Royal City, also a remarkable genius.
Although the "selection" plan was ruthless, it indeed produced talents for various fields by filtering genes, killing mediocrity in the cradle. Si Hua, at just 18, had already surpassed many senior engineers in their forties and fifties.
Now both of them lived in the nobility district by the Bridge, truly siblings.
"Ah ah ah ah—why did you dye your hair green!!!" Si Hua exclaimed sharply, even the pair of wings on her temples flaring up.
"Isn’t it pretty?" Maybe due to being in memories, Su Ming’an’s tone picked up a bit of Sique’s arrogance and laziness, flicking his bangs: "Like grass, it’s beautiful."
"You, do you know the day after tomorrow is your first signing event! For a writer... cough cough, Creator, I’m still not used to this new term... do you know how important a signing event is for a Creator!! You very well might become Princess Aisudani’s Prince Consort!" Si Hua, infuriated, reverted to her original form, biting his collar, dragging him into an alley, and gave him a talking-to.
Fluffy magpie feathers scattered all over his face, Su Ming’an blinked dizzily, probing about Sique’s recent situation.
Turns out, as soon as Sique arrived in the Royal City, he casually published a story he wrote in Maizi Village. Initially just publishing it casually, it unexpectedly became wildly popular throughout the city. Publishers scrambled for the rights to release his manuscript, streets and alleys buzzing with talk.
"Hey, have you read the story currently serialized in the Royal City Newspaper..."
"Read it, read it, it’s that story under the pen name ’Mai Zique’, right! My little brother loves it, rushes to read it after farm work..."
"My third aunt and sixth aunt became obsessed too, passing it around house to house. The kid next door skipped school, ran to the newsstand to buy the newspaper, guess what? The kid’s mom was also buying it! Caught him on the spot..."
"This should be a phenomenal trend, right? The Royal City hasn’t had something so popular in a long time. Last time was when Mr. Qiao, the royal engineer, unveiled the latest model airship, supposedly one that could ascend the clouds, intrigued everyone to see."
"Might be related to the recent Genesis trend, reportedly science is slowly disappearing, a concept called ’Genesis’ emerged. Now all major engineering institutes and universities are in chaos, textbooks completely overturned, college entrance exams unknown what to test, all wrong answers..."
Sique became famous with one story.
Counting it, this was Sique’s most naive period, he only published this one story, even the signing event was his first to hold.
Princess Aisudani, the sole princess of the Royal Family, was enamored with his story, coinciding with the time of seeking a Prince Consort, announced her attendance at his signing event, intentions clear to all.
However, to this kind of buzz, Sique’s attitude was merely—
Couldn’t care less.
I write, what’s it to you.
Don’t love it too much.
...
Marrying the princess equals skyrocketing.
Yet, at such a critical juncture... he dyed his hair green.
Causing, when Su Ming’an was just strolling, the street to go utterly silent.
"Do you know, a few days ago a batch of noble young ladies chased to our home, offering a high price of a gold per thousand words for you to write their dream stories..." Si Hua exasperatedly tugged her feathers: "You actually rejected them all..."
She nagged like a worried mother, following him all the way.
Until the street turned quiet again.
Su Ming’an initially thought again it was his green hair causing it, but soon, he sensed a familiar aura.
Frost and snow.
Like inorganic frost and snow-like aura.
People seemed overwhelmed by the chill, none dared to speak.
He looked up, spotted at the road’s end, a white-haired, red-eyed, rabbit-eared youth.
