Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1409 - 60: "Your Eyes Hold All of Time." (Includes 3,000-character Silver Bonus: "Undying Praisers of the Sun Knight")
Xiao Bai’s pupils contracted slightly, he shouted coldly:
"He’s deceiving you!"
Sique’s eyelids trembled, and he raised his voice:
"Mr. Lighthouse wouldn’t deceive me! He said, a long time later he’ll see me again, at that time I’ll still be alive, I’ve become a super lazy bird!"
Xiao Bai snatched the Purple-Gold Feather Pen that Sique was about to write with, snapped it in half with a "click":
"He deceived you! Deceived you! You can’t possibly endure, you’re a Magpie, Magpies live at most only twenty years!"
The cruel words pierced like a bloody sharp blade.
Xiao Bai, indifferent for millennia, finally lost the composure of an Immortal. Hui Bai has already left, she doesn’t want to see Sique pass away anytime soon.
If she’d known earlier, she wouldn’t have taken a student, or become a master. She remains the frost and snow that never melts atop the Divine Mountain, not someone who hesitates over a bet, or wavers for a piece of candy like a mortal!
Sique’s pupils trembled, he finally realized a truth he’d overlooked.
Fear sprouted from the depths of his heart, quickly rooting and spreading through him.
"Mr. Lighthouse...would he deceive me?" His lips quivered, thoughts spun around and around: "No, Mr. Lighthouse wouldn’t deceive me, but the Master wouldn’t either..."
Who is truly right?
Can he possibly live to that distant future?
Due to aging blood vessels, a shrinking pain emanated from his heart. Powerlessly, he let go of the half feather pen, coughing violently, blood mixed with deteriorated flesh, spewed from his throat.
"Cough cough, cough cough cough...!!"
Pain twisted within his heart, and he clutched his chest forcefully, his heart was already extremely frail.
He could hear his body weakening, muscles atrophying, blood vessels becoming brittle, organs aging, hair turning white... these signs had been with him for a full six months.
Lifespan is an insurmountable issue.
Neither Giant Dragon, Elves, nor Celestial Clan... or even the longer-lived Longevity Species can surpass their set longevity.
Not to mention, a Magpie.
He grows with ordinary human limbs, ordinary human flesh, ordinary human bones—how can he hope to cross five thousand years from the Second Epoch to the Fourth Epoch?
How can he break the unchanging rules of the World, thinking only he is special, a once-in-a-millennium talent, so the limit of lifespan doesn’t apply to him?
He’s just a Magpie who likes eating golden Wheat Ear, likes leaning against a tree sleeping, likes helping Granny Martha and the blacksmith uncle with work.
He’s just... a Magpie.
He used to overlook this point because his set Death hadn’t arrived yet, he still had time to devote to his beloved creation. However, upon realizing his body was growing weak, he finally began to panic.
"Mr. Lighthouse... Mr. Lighthouse! Mr. Lighthouse!!" Suddenly he shouted loudly, trying to stand, but his body was too weak, with a "clang" he knocked over the coat rack, tumbling forward.
His body was too frail, he struggled a bit, but could only collapse on the ground like a fish out of water, not at all graceful.
"Mr. Lighthouse... Lighthouse God! Did you deceive me? Can I truly live to two epochs later?"
But he would receive no response.
When he controlled his body, Su Ming’an couldn’t respond to him.
Xiao Bai hesitated for a moment, crouched down, gazed at Sique’s golden eyes, as if deciding on something:
"Sique."
"I once traversed Luowasha and collected Immortal Grass, capable of extending your life. As long as you stop writing, never exhaust your life force again, I can at least extend your life by fifty years."
"You could live to around seventy, that’s the age of an elderly in their sixties, not short. You could experience the whole process of Growth, marriage, having children, familial joy, your life would be Complete."
"But you must promise, not to do anything in between that exhausts your life force... including Genesis. Otherwise, the grass’s effect will dissipate."
"Based on your current situation, if you don’t extend your life... you’ll only last half a year at most."
"Nod your head, and I’ll help you achieve it."
Those beautiful golden eyes locked with hers for a long time.
Trembling, pondering, fearing, yet slightly glowing.
For so long... she thought he might fall asleep.
In the darkness, his hoarse voice emerged:
"Master."
"I want to participate in the Luowasha Creator Conference, let the whole world see my story, see me—’Sique Olivius’."
"Twelve Stories, I’ve written up to the fifth story, it’s about a defiant Magpie, preferring to soar for tens of days instead of breaking its wings for a lifetime."
"I want... I want the bridge to be proud of me, I want my sister to see... her brother standing atop the World stage."
"Now the scientific community is still suppressing the Genesis community, even launching Witch Trials-like hunts, rampant slaughter of creators, deeming them Sinners destroying the scientific edifice. I must stand on World’s stage, as Genesis’s first, tell the world, Genesis isn’t a shameful act. I will bring forth Twelve Stories, let people realize the World must change, the new era has already begun, Creators should be respected, and I am the new wave."
"It’s a task only I can accomplish, a mission only I can fulfill."
"Please let me write the final story."
Listening to Sique’s response, Xiao Bai closed her eyes.
Slowly, she exhaled, her heart pounding with sour, piercing Emotion.
She already understood his answer.
"Alright."
Beside them, Qianqin already had tears streaming, tightly clutching her chest:
"Why..."
Why are things always imperfect, why is life often accompanied by grief.
They as a trio seemed unable to return to the day they ate wontons at the foot of the mountain.
...
[To my true friend Su Ming’an:]
[June 9, 153]
[Good night, Mr. Lighthouse.]
[You once prophesized that I would live for a very long time. But my master told me that lifespan is never to be surpassed. Which is the truth?]
[But... I will not give up. I will write the Twelve Stories while traversing the world in a wheelchair. Maybe, just maybe, some wondrous race truly has the means to extend life...]
[I still hope to believe in your prophecy. Believe that we will meet in the Fourth Epoch.]
[Always hopeful, Que]
...
[To my true friend Su Ming’an:]
[July 19, 153]
[It’s been a long time since I awaited your control of the body. After all, for you, my long time is merely a brief moment.]
[I have already descended the mountain, Qianqin couldn’t rest easy and remained by my side.]
[She said, if I can’t walk, she will become my legs. If I can’t see, she will become my eyes. If I’m unable to wield a weapon, she will become my knight.]
[This month, we visited Sanctuary Mountain. It’s a pure white island, with angel statues and ivory-white shamanic buildings. It’s the dwelling place of angels and the Celestial Clan, also the place where Luowasha is closest to the deity. I used my fame as "Olivius" to meet a few angels. They told me that they can’t help with my condition either.]
[It’s alright, we still have many places to visit.]
[Proudly wearing the white rose gifted by the angels on my chest, Que]
...
[To my true friend Su Ming’an:]
[August 11, 153]
[Today, the Isa Flowers bloomed on the Divine Mountain, and as we passed by, Qianqin picked one for me.]
[The flower is as white as frost, reminding me of the days we recited poetry together on the hillside.]
[This month, we visited many places. Qianqin was startled by the insect race in the Interstellar Gallery; she’s most afraid of such insect-like things... haha. The scenery on Cloud Mist Island is beautiful. Qianqin likes the white clouds there and said she would make a cotton candy drink for me. We also ventured into Asasi Hell, where the legendary Great Demon Perlo supposedly rules, but we only encountered ghosts and wraiths. This time Qianqin wasn’t scared, she actually likes ghostly beings... truly, appearances can be deceiving.]
[The people who worship the God of Inspiration, Virdodo, built a tower to house worldly wisdom: the Supreme Tower. Qianqin and I went there too, but the Bishop regretfully told us he couldn’t help with the lifespan issue either.]
[It’s alright, we still have many places to visit.]
[By the way, my fifth story, "Branch’s Little Magpie," is almost finished. It will automatically be archived into the World Book when complete. I hope you’ll like it.]
[Looking forward to continuing the journey, Que]
...
[To my true friend Su Ming’an:]
[September 8, 153]
[Good morning, my true friend.]
[This month, we visited the famous Eternal Sea. It’s the place we are most hopeful about since it bears the name "Eternal Life."]
[It’s a vast, blue sea resembling jade. Qianqin and I asked a mermaid friend to take us underwater, where we wandered a sea market, entered an undersea palace, encountered the Mermaid Princess, and even met the current Sea Emperor, who is said to be the offspring of Ocean Angel Najasha. All sea people are devout believers of Najasha.]
[The barbecue under the sea is delicious, with a fresh taste... but it seems I’ve lost my sense of taste, and I feel nauseous after eating greasy food... It’s okay, Qianqin tasted it for me, and she liked it.]
[It’s troubling that my hearing seems to be fading as well... Sigh, how can I write music-infused text like this? The quality of my creations might decline.]
[Craving a piece of barbecue, Que]
...
[To my true friend Su Ming’an:]
[November 13, 153]
[I’m sorry for the long gap before this new letter.]
[Perhaps the intense travel hastened aging. I was unconscious for over a month. If not for Huan Jiala taking me to the Forest of Moonlight in time, where I drank the Elf race’s treasured Life Spring, I could not have awakened.]
[Huan Jiala said my life force is rapidly flowing away with the pen’s tip, and the day I finish the fifth story will be my last. He advised me not to write anymore.]
[... Haha.]
[But without a story to be proud of, how could I attend the Creator Conference at 18?]
[Yes, I’m a rather ruthless person. Just to find inspiration, I let Su Wenjun suffer. For fame and vanity, just to win a championship, I won’t stop my pen.]
[That’s the kind of person I am.]
[Huan Jiala wanted to persuade me further, but I left him in the Forest of Moonlight... He should have returned home long ago; he wasn’t meant to be a gift from the Princess to me. From now on, he is free.]
[I also need to start considering other affairs... I sent a large sum of money to my sister, enough for her and Qiao to live well. I remember, Qiao always wanted a sophisticated airship device, so this fulfills his wish. Oh, my sister always wanted a beautiful court dress. I’ll write a letter to Princess Aisudani... no, now it’s Queen Aisudani, and ask Her Majesty to bestow a beautiful gown upon my sister.]
[That should... be enough.]
[There should be no regrets.]
[Though still with some regrets, Que]
...
[To my true friend Su Ming’an:]
[November 29, 153]
[My illness has worsened, I can no longer see, Mr. Lighthouse.]
[But I can still smell the fragrance of ink and feel the touch of the feather pen on my fingers.]
[I can still write, still create.]
[Still strong, Que]
...
[To my true friend Su Ming’an:]
[December 6, 153]
[I can’t hear any sound anymore.]
[But I can still smell the fragrance of Isa flowers and persist in writing stories.]
[I feel Qianqin holding my hand, writing on the paper:]
["——We will have a vast future, Sique."]
[Want to drink tea and listen to flowers blooming · Que]
...
[To my true friend Su Ming’an:]
[December 16, 153]
[The last sense of touch is beginning to disappear.]
[Everything before my eyes is bleak.]
[But in my mind——there is always a splendid and vast world.]
[Ideals are forever beautiful, sparkling like gemstones.]
[Waiting for dawn in the dark night · Que]
...
[To my very good, eternal true friend Su Ming’an:]
[December 29, 153]
[I have already lost my vision and hearing, this is a letter I wrote in advance.]
[...Qianqin and I went to the last location, the Twilight Realm.]
[All journeys have ended, and we found no ways to extend life.]
[We were forced to stop traveling because I started to gasp for breath, shivering all over, and had to stop to receive transfusions to sustain life...to tell you the truth, this letter is dictated by me and penned by Qianqin...Ah, Qianqin! Come and greet the deity on me! (followed by a line of smaller text: [Hello, God, I’m Qianqin. Thank you for always taking care of Sique.] accompanied by a crooked smiley face.)]
[The place we ultimately stopped, a little town with golden wheat ears, very similar to Maizi Village where I lived in my childhood. I’m unable to return to the Red Tower, nor can I climb the Divine Mountain, so the last of my days will be spent here in this unknown town.]
[Her Majesty the Queen replied, saying she has gifted Si Hua a most beautiful court dress, but Si Hua just urgently asks again and again where his younger brother has gone.]
[To avoid upsetting my sister, I deceived her, as she still believes I’m traveling the continent as the gloriously radiant "Virdodo Star," enjoying the youth’s romance and freedom.]
[However, what my sister doesn’t know is that I’m already an "old man," haha...]
[Her Majesty also said that the alliance she established back then remains valid, even though I have aged, if I am willing, she still intends to wed me as King Consort and hold the wedding immediately. Let my name remain forever in the royal family’s history, to enjoy all beautiful things at the final stage of my life.]
[But, I declined her. I understand her subtle feelings for me, but why should I hold her back?]
[...Mr. Lighthouse, my true friend.]
[I still choose to believe your prophecy, believe that I will live far into the future...believe that miracles will happen when I’m dying, something miraculous will happen to extend my life.]
[Then, in the distant future, I will meet you, we will go together to the sea with golden beaches, gaze at the distant Cang Mountain, and step onto the ardent hot soil, smiling.]
[I want to watch with you as the last fledgling feathers of the magpie gradually turn to blue-green in spring, sitting on hillsides sketching and composing poetry, I’ll write poems, and you’ll tell those stories you’ve experienced before. Once finished, I’ll carve some statues of you and my sister, and pin a few Isa flowers on the ivory-white statues. Red for my sister, white for you, yellow for Qianqin, and blue for Hui Bai.]
[I wish it to be a peaceful and harmonious era, where there will be vast and far-reaching golden wheat fields, where the wind blows through and the wheat dances, layer upon layer of golden wheat sunlight. Sunlight descends in our palms, we four will sit under the fallen leaves of the Parasol Tree with the reincarnated Hui Bai, looking at the distant crimson sunset, bit by bit turning into the color of bread that overflows the earth and sky. Then I will wave my brush to record the smiles on your face and my sister’s.]
[Do you wish this?]
[Do you wish to live such a life with us?]
[Looking forward to that day · Que]
...
This was the last letter from Sique that Su Ming’an received.
When he opened his eyes, what he saw was not the sight of Sique at 18, but the familiar Black Water Dream.
——He returned.
Sique’s memory has ended.
"...And then? What happened next?" His heart tightened immediately, a powerful sorrow surged in his chest, he quickly closed his eyes, trying to return to the sunny and wheat-scented time of the Second Epoch. However, the black water surged by his feet, as if he was a prisoner with his legs trapped, without the slightest sign of transcending his body and flying.
Like a story abruptly halted, a poem suddenly ceased.
What happened in the end?
At the small round table, the young man with purple hair and golden eyes lifted the lid of the tea, tasting the rich Earl Grey tea, casting a warm, cool glance:
"Mr. Lighthouse, there is no more behind the story, you have returned to reality."
Su Ming’an grabbed at straws like a drowning man, looking at Sique, eager to verify: "Sique, later you encountered the miracle, right? So you survived until today. You still participated in the Creator Conference at 18, stood on the world stage and won the championship, everyone knew your name. Under your leadership, no longer did people despise creators... your Twelve Stories were completed. You and your sister traveled all over the world; Hui Bai and Qianqin always accompanied you, you trod the vast and fervently ardent golden hot soil..."
These were Sique’s wishes.
Su Ming’an narrated thus, hoping the story’s ending developed so happily.
But,
But if it really was such... why at the instance’s opening, was Qianqin alone?
But if it really was such... why did this Epoch have no Qiao nor sister?
But if it really was such... why was Hui Bai waiting at the Red Tower at the instance’s opening? Was he truly being idle? Was he waiting for someone?
"..." Sique closed the tea lid, revealing an impeccable smile.
The smile was gentle, perfect, showing not a hint of external emotion:
"Mr. Lighthouse."
"As you thought, indeed a miracle happened afterwards. On the day I was dying, extremely fortunately, Huan Jiala heard a voice from High Dimensions, that High Dimension called itself "Starfire," considering Huan Jiala to be its Original, thus wanting to bless Huan Jiala. So, Huan Jiala asked for the High Dimension’s strength, helping me extend my life."
"All the good things you thought of also came true."
"Therefore, you realized your prophecy, I realized all my ideals, everything was beautiful, a perfect and happy ending...just like this."
"The only regret is that due to time being too long, chasing our own ideals, I was not constantly accompanied by Qianqin and Hui Bai. My sister and Qiao passed away peacefully, leaving no regrets."
"The story is complete."
Su Ming’an seemed to believe Sique’s words—for now, Sique’s explanation was reasonable, and perhaps, this was how things would develop later on.
...Is that so?
Is the story a happy one?
"Then why don’t you let me see the next memory?" Su Ming’an couldn’t help but ask.
"Oh, that’s because..." Sique raised his wrist and glanced at his watch: "It’s almost twelve, the world is about to initiate a grand reset, and you must step into the next journey, Mr. Lighthouse."
Su Ming’an looked at the system time: [23:52], indeed, there was no time to continue watching the memories.
Sique stood up, wearing a reddish-brown beret, his deep brown robe fluttering, stepping on black leather boots, passing drifting whales, colorful flying birds, and hanging wisteria flowers... walking over to Su Ming’an.
The flying birds were melodious, the stars colorful, the sea deep and long.
Between heaven and earth, it seemed like a blue planet and a colorful planet were staring at each other.
Those golden eyes were extremely focused, steadily gazing at Su Ming’an:
"Mr. Lighthouse, I can give you one last choice."
Su Ming’an was surprised: "What?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
Sique placed his hand under his chin, his voice steady and deep:
"After initiating the grand reset, you will head towards a completely unknown road. You don’t know what you will gain or lose in this final journey, nor can you be sure that you can save Zhai Xing, save your companions, and save yourself. You might lose everything, or you might win everything; it is all completely unknown, and the road can only be walked by you personally."
"You might lose everything in the end, left with nothing, even forgotten by others."
"You might die amidst people’s flowers and blessings, falling into eternal death, never able to open your eyes again."
"You might also lose the bet, be divided and conquered by the organizers, and from then on, ’Su Ming’an’ would no longer exist."
"These endings are all possible; you cannot be sure what kind of ENDING you will head towards."
Su Ming’an raised his head, looking back with focus.
His breathing became moist and heavy, and it was very quiet around him.
The golden eyes flickered for a moment, and the voice became calmer:
"...But I am giving you a second road."
Sique moved his hands; in his left hand, he was holding a plate of chocolate mousse, and in his right, a plate of banana brownies, representing two roads.
At this moment, it seemed like only Su Ming’an and Sique were left between the vast world—the world’s guide, the civilization’s watchers, the seventy-sixth generation of twins "Olivius", the one on whom the world consciousness anchors, the one who can see the pages of time and change their order, the one who writes the "World Book", the two protagonists of the story.
It was as if a torch was being passed between their hands, twilight unfolding behind them, the purple-haired youth handing over the porcelain plate in his hand.
"Su Ming’an, the moment to decide your fate has come."
"Will you choose the first road, pick up the eraser—erase everything that currently exists, initiate the grand reset, and head towards an unknown future?"
"Or will you choose the second road, pick up the pen—"
Sique’s voice paused, making a certain decision, and his tone swiftly turned resolute and decisive:
"Let your small world merge with my Eden immediately, using the method I have to detach from player IP, allow everyone in Zhai Xing on your side and Luowasha on my side to hide in our small world, step into the ’new book’, and completely escape the world game."
"While you connect with Starfire and the Eleventh Thrones, assist you to immediately ascend dimensions, you carry the small world containing everyone from Zhai Xing and Luowasha, soaring and escaping to the universe, making it so the organizers and the high dimensions can never catch up to you again."
"Trust me, the universe is vast enough, as long as you are adept at hiding, you can live for a long time, and no one can find you and the small world you carry."
"Moreover, since the world game has not settled in the end, you left early. Your bet with the organizers will not take effect, you will not be taken away by the organizers, and you are still free."
"In this way, whether it’s your world or my world, both have been continued. This is a highly likely successful, extremely stable method."
"You don’t need to step into the next grand reset, you don’t need to take risks, you don’t need to pay the price of death."
"Everything here can have a perfect ending."
Su Ming’an quietly listened until the end.
Those golden eyes, in his view, shone as brightly as the sun.
At this moment, Sique, who provided this method, was more than just a friend in his eyes, but rather like a "benefactor," a "kindred spirit."
After a moment of silence, Su Ming’an’s fingers rubbed the cat-ear pendant in his pocket, and he softly spoke:
"A very good method. So good that it can’t be better... so good that it makes me want to cry..."
This is truly a perfect method.
But if it were truly so perfect, Sique would not have waited until now to speak.
The black-haired youth lowered his head, his fingers repeatedly rubbing the cat-ear pendant, as if it could bring him peace of mind. It seemed he saw countless figures. The black-haired girl in a dress dancing at the graduation party, standing at the distant other end, looking at him.
He also saw Lü Shu, Noel, Lin Yin, Luna... they all stood in the distance, pausing, turning back, and looking at him.
He knew he was standing in a forest of yellow... the yellow forest divided into two roads.
One road leading to a completely unknown future, one road leading to an already certain ending.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze tranquil as a deep lake, a silver gingko, a planet.
That morning, fallen leaves covered the ground,
Ah, leave one road for meeting another day...!
But I know the path stretches endlessly,
I’m afraid I can hardly return...!
The pitch-black pupils did not reflect his own figure, only the starry sky and the sea... and countless people.
Like firewood, he burned fiercely in this long silence.
.....
"Then, what is the price?"
.....
He spoke, his voice as light as a thin strip of floating light, a golden gingko leaf.
