Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1403 - 54: If the World Were Without Wind (End)

Chapter 1403: Chapter 54: If the World Were Without Wind (End)

[9:32 PM, May 21, 2025]

[Main God World · Zone 12]

"Hoo..."

A wisp of smoke floated up.

Yang Changxu exhaled white smoke, the aroma of the tobacco and tingling sensation swirling in his throat, creating a burst of nicotine-induced pleasure.

He had never seen such a lively day.

Hundreds of player teams, in mighty groups, emerged from the teleportation exit, trooping forward along the kilometers-long red carpet, lining all the way into the United Group’s skyscraper. The crowd was dense, shoulder to shoulder.

The players whispered to each other, faces full of excitement.

Yang Changxu could easily tell that most of them were casual players who hadn’t been on the field much.

Casual players and adventurer players looked significantly different from their appearances; adventurer players had steady steps and an aura of aggression, especially those who had experienced White Sand Paradise. Casual players, on the other hand, had unstable strides, often laughing and giggling, with rosy, vigorous faces.

"I always didn’t dare to step onto the field, afraid that I couldn’t keep up with the big teams. Although organizations like the United Group have been providing ’veteran leads newbie’ services, the number of spots was limited, only a few thousand each time, never my turn. Finally, this time we can go in mass! I heard there’s no limit on numbers!" A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy jumped excitedly.

"Why is there no limit this time?" A middle-aged woman scratched her head and asked.

"Isn’t it all because of Miss Lin Yin! I heard she mastered the blessing power of the Dawn Angel, able to protect tens of thousands of people effortlessly, and she has cities and powers backing her. This is no longer the early instance days; player factions have basically been established, able to protect new players." A young girl praised endlessly, seemingly a little fan of Lin Yin.

"Lin Yin used the power of the Dawn Angel to get in and out of the instance. Only at times like this can the casual players be fielded in large numbers." A man said: "Front-ranking players are busy with their own things, no one cares about the Main God World, Lin Yin was the first to think of uniting our casual player power, truly a smart person."

"During this time, I read over a thousand Luowasha strategy posts, always regretful that I couldn’t get in, now that I’m in, I must work hard to counterattack!" A boy with glasses rubbed his hands.

Yang Changxu watched this scene, smoke rings swirling up, the fragrance of tobacco scorching in his throat.

This was probably the last chance for casual players to counterattack.

Casual players had long realized that if they only had points and no strength, it would be hard to protect themselves in the end. But they were helpless, as their own strength had already reset to zero, unable to keep up with the big teams.

But Luowasha was the only exception; even those who couldn’t even truss a chicken could strive for self-protection through the Creation System, even counterattacking.

Of course, rewards came with risks. The United Group also mentioned in the posts: [According to reliable sources, players who die in Luowasha and have their souls extracted will not resurrect; there might be account theft risks], but it still attracted too many casual players hoping to change their destiny.

Even if they couldn’t change their fate, they could just blend in, buy some alien blood, and evolve a bit of self-protection ability, which was still better than having nothing.

In the crowd, everyone set their own goals.

A boy clasped his hands together, silently praying. His face bore a resemblance to Su Ming’an, even intentionally wore similarly styled clothes, as if to give himself courage: "Number One Player, please bless me to survive... I must survive, with enough strength to protect my mom..."

"I admire Noel the most. He must have secrets, and if I have the ability to walk up to him, I want to ask him in person why he betrayed." A girl hugged a strawberry pillow, repeatedly muttering in her heart: "If I’m to be cannon fodder, then I’ll be the most useful cannon fodder. Don’t be afraid of pain, don’t be afraid of pain! I can do this!"

"I have to save Yuanyuan, she definitely won’t die, I have to save her before she turns into a book." A woman held a stack of paper, a printed book of "Yuanyuan", repeatedly flipping through it, seeking rescue possibilities.

"Can I absorb the divinity of the Shitposter Demon? If it’s really necessary, let me swallow the divinity of the Shitposter Demon to replace Lü Shu, then Lü Shu wouldn’t have to die." A man with hands in pockets kept thinking: "Anyway, I have no family, if I die, it’s clean and quiet. Lü Shu is far more important than a loser like me, he still has so many comrades waiting for him, and I’m just an edge character in this world, with nothing..."

"Once I get through the novice phase, I want to visit the Hand of Destiny. When I watch the live broadcast, I’ve always wondered where did Cloning Ming go? I must find out personally and inform Su Ming’an..."

"I’m more interested in the Order Guardian, I want to know what exactly is Hui Bai’s identity..."

"Yamada Machiichi seems to be in trouble, I want to help him..."

"I’ve watched dozens of live broadcasts, I know the answer to Zhao Yuan’s long-standing issue, I want to tell her..."

"I’ll go help Bei Wang, help him wake up. I was a pharmacist before, best at waking someone up..."

"Boris, here I come! I want to powerfully develop the Lighthouse Church with you! Humph, I was a church staff before..."

"I’m going to find Yi Song, I’m not here to break him up, I’m here to join him..."

Their perspective as bystanders gave them more insight into the battleground than adventurer players. Once they stepped into Luowasha, their actions would be highly targeted.

They entered the building one by one, walking towards the future, stepping into the distance.

Yang Changxu exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze long and deep.

"Hoo..."

He was aware that the casual players collectively aiding adventurer players entailed considerable risk. For instance, how could one confirm the trustworthiness of the Dawn Angel? How to confirm the trustworthiness of Lin Yin? How to ensure Luowasha wouldn’t ultimately be destroyed, allowing everyone to return safely? These were unknowns, and logically required long and tedious discussions and council votes to decide whether to call upon people to join.

However, in just two hours, the plan was settled. This indicated that a collaborative result from various forces behind the scenes must exist—they wished to see this situation take form. Either it was advantageous to them, or Lin Yin provided sufficiently solid evidence.

Yang Changxu wasn’t concerned with the thoughts of those forces, nor what policy games they played. He didn’t care what alcohol Wilson the President and Aishikel the Chief of Staff drank at which table.

After all, the Number One Player and front-ranking players were the deciding factors.

Nine hundred and ninety million regular players decide the lower limit, the remaining ten million high-level players determine the upper limit, and a dozen or so pinnacle players define the very top.

Higher Dimensions, Deity, Organizers.

The 19-year-old boy, whose friend was the Second Thrones, who counter-killed the Sixth Thrones, declared allegiance by the Eleventh Thrones, was of curiosity to the Supreme Lord, obsessed over by Dieying, and sought by the Sparrow-formed Holy Initiation.

"High Dimensions, Deity... lofty terms, who would’ve thought the boy with a steel pipe in the Henggang City Sanctuary has already reached such great lengths..." Yang Changxu took another drag; he remembered the boy’s words: To get the Zombie Antidote, stab the palm. Back then, the boy’s black eyes were big and bright, full of spirit and glimmer, now left only fatigue and bloodshot.

So far, and so high. In just over half a year, yet it feels like several lifetimes ago?

That boy has walked too far.

Yang Changxu smoked, looking at the street corner—where two other "smokers" stood, with no rain today and clear weather, yet the two stood under the eaves as if the rain was everywhere.

"...Hoo." The man with slick hair exhaled a gust of smoke, let out a hot breath, squinted, and smiled: "Qin Er, do you still believe the future is dark and all front-ranking players are madmen?"

The white-haired man took a puff, slightly annoyed: "Kore, just smoke your cheap cigarette, and today you think this topic is worthwhile?"

"Yes." Kore blew smoke rings: "More worthwhile than when we smoked here together during White Sand Paradise days. You said back then, those who believed in the Number One Player viewed madmen as deities. But now, it seems everyone has become a madman."

Qin Er flicked ash off and suddenly burst into laughter:

"Yes! Madmen! We are all madmen! But adorable, likable madmen!"

"Righteous, decisive, brave, sacrificing everything... 19-year-old madmen, so likable!"

"If we were mad all along, if the world went mad, if humanity went mad long ago, then let’s go mad together with this greatest, adorable little madman! Mad till the end of the game, mad till the final conclusion!"

"We are all madmen on the same ship!"

Gray-white ash fluttered down, Kore looked astonished at the laughing Qin Er, and after a moment, he exhaled a smoke ring and joined the laughter.

No words, no explanations, no exchanges, the two stood under the eaves, laughing towards the imaginary, nonexistent heavy rain, like two sheep finally walking out into the rain.

"Hahahaha, hahahahahaha..."

Back in White Sand Paradise days, they stood in despair under the rain, smoking cheap cigarettes while discussing human extinction, all front-ranking players going mad, and the world eventually ending. Back then, the rain around them seemed endless, with persistent, damp pain. But now, it seems like that long-standing rain... has stopped.

Qin Er took a step forward, out from under the eaves, under the starlit night, opened his arms, and laughed heartily:

"What does it matter if there’s destruction, if there’s eradication, or if the outcome is unknown!!"

"That bastard Boss Rabbit! Those goddamned Organizers! We—Zhai Star Humans will trample you underfoot sooner or later! Sooner or later, I’ll use my boots to kick your ass hard!!!"

"I see hope! I see hope!!!!"

At the very least, they had already seen the road ahead... people following the leader’s steps, moving forward, perhaps slowly, perhaps in disarray. But at the very least, people were moving forward.

That young man, with eleven entire instances of real actions, with every word he spoke, every reckless act, every bitter smile, had completely silenced the crowd.

Boss Rabbit had already pointed out Su Ming’an’s gamble, and everyone knew where he was headed. It was a fixed path—dark, brutal, where there was no place for burial. No turning point, no light source, and certainly no happiness.

Among this grand procession, some hoped to change the situation and pull Su Ming’an back, deciding to head to Luowasha.

They hoped to use at least something to hold him there.

He was not Yasa Acto of Zhai Star.

"Will they succeed?" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Looking at the vast crowd, Cole exhaled a smoke ring and suddenly asked.

"They?"

Qin Er lit a new cigarette.

"They."

Cole stubbed out his cigarette and repeated.

"Maybe. We should have some faith in humanity."

Qin Er took a gentle breath, the tobacco scent filling his nostrils.

"And what about him?"

Cole brushed off the ash on his fingertips.

"Just like Fulton, who invented the steamboat..."

Qin Er took out a new cigarette, lit it, and watched the faint blue flame rise, smiling:

"—He will also walk into the era he leads."

After all, when has anyone who brings the spring been buried before spring arrives?

The sound of rain seemed to echo in the background.

"Drip drip, swish swish..."

On closer listen, it sounded like ceaseless footsteps pressing onward.

One step, two steps, three steps.

A thousand steps, ten thousand steps, hundreds of thousands of steps.

The teleportation light flashed continuously, players poured in endlessly, joining this enormous procession.

Colorful clothes overlapping,

Red strings brushing against butterfly knots,

Western ties colliding with traditional buttons,

Sandals and leather shoes ringing together,

Silver hair interweaving with black hair,

Diverse skin tones gathered in harmony,

—like a springtime of a hundred flowers blooming.

It was worth noting that everyone held a stack of Luowasha strategies in hand, filled with information about the Five Great Planes, Twenty-seven Gods, and the Hundred Influences, with most strategy information... coming from the live broadcast of the Number One Player.

While leading from the frontline, Su Ming’an presented the most in-depth, most secretive, and most effective information clearly under the live broadcast lens, allowing the billions of people in the back to see, analyze, and remember distinctly.

Countless people followed his live broadcast in real-time, turning each frame into complex analyses, into one strategy guide and "beginner tutorial" after another.

Every trap that needed to be stepped over, Su Ming’an had tried.

Every river that needed to be crossed, Su Ming’an had ventured through.

The experiences Su Ming’an left behind let people know, after entering Luowasha, which traps not to step on, what words not to say. Let them know in what way they should proceed to soar further and better in this world.

Humanity’s leader is indeed moving forward.

He carried the heavy rain clouds, step by step, leaving behind the sky that once enveloped humanity.

Meanwhile, those closely following him, even once weak and timid casual players, gradually grew flesh and blood because of him, sprouted wide wings. They begin gradually learning to walk, to run, and even... to fly.

So there is no more rain.

So the sky cleared overhead.

...

If the world rains endlessly,

I shall bow my head and carry away the rain clouds.

If there is no wind in the world.

—I shall grant wings to all under heaven.

...

People walked in step by step, the teleportation white light continued to flash.

Behind them, as if a pair of invisible wings sprouted, gradually unfolding, expanding, soaring...

...

At the Vermilion Bird Bridge, wildflowers bloom, at the entrance of Wuyi Lane, the sunset slants.

In the halls where nobles once resided, swallows now fly into the homes of ordinary people.

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