Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1411 - 62: HE - "The Story Continues" (Includes Silver Alliance Praise for the Undying Sun Knight 3k Bonus)

Chapter 1411: Chapter 62: HE - "The Story Continues" (Includes Silver Alliance Praise for the Undying Sun Knight 3k Bonus)

[Fourth, Civilization Gambling Pact]

[If I can leverage the balance of the organizers, perhaps I can turn the tide. But one mistake could lead to eternal damnation.]

[Difficulty: ★★★]

[Safety: ★]

...

[Fifth, Luowasha Plane.]

[I need to take a chance and look for three things, see if I can find them:]

[1. A lot of Perfect Clearance Sources.]

[2. Method for Human Collective Dimensional Ascension]

[3. Assistance from a First Level God.]

[Difficulty: ★★★★]

[Safety: ★★★]

...

Su Ming’an curved his knuckles, resting them against his chin.

For now, it seems the first method, "wish after Full Perfect Clear" is still viable, provided that the human Points progress bar meets the standard.

The second method "small world" is the path Su Ming’an has decided to take right now. With the help of the Fifth Thrones and Eleventh Thrones, and the Luowasha Creation System, he’s somewhat confident.

The third method "Seek help from the World Game" he remains skeptical about; he can’t place his hope in the game system.

The fourth method "Civilization Gambling Pact" is too dangerous.

The fifth method "Human Collective Dimensional Ascension" currently seems unfeasible, as Luowasha doesn’t have a way to let everyone ascend together. Among the First Level Gods, only Radiant Mother God has shown favorability towards Su Ming’an. As for the mysterious God of Chaos and the Demon Mother Goddess who would drive the World Master mad with a glance, Su Ming’an has no desire to approach them actively.

"Most importantly, I am not alone..." Su Ming’an finds solace.

It’s not just him; other players are also trying to save. Lu has become the Sea Emperor, possessing strength equivalent to a Third Level God; Mizushima Kawa Sora is forging the Mustard Space, attempting to prove the Way and become immortal; Atlanda has touched Time Authority, although a lower-quality version, it also has great Potential; Su Rin merged with the Cloud City God, his strength unfathomable; Lin Yin also refuses to be left behind, leading many Casual Players down onto the field; and Noel, if Noel hides secrets, if Noel is pretending to ally with the Master of the End of All Things...

In an instant, Su Ming’an brushed past these thoughts, choosing not to consider Noel further.

Finally, he summarized what he needs to do:

...

[1] Drive the development of a small world (It must form a world where Zhai Star people can survive.)

[2] Energy (The Fifth and Eleventh Thrones should provide energy, and by combining the efforts of all players, energy can also be collected, but there’s no guarantee that energy will suffice.)

[3] Find a way to detach from Player IP (Sique has mastered this method, but has never shared it with Su Ming’an. Sique is cautious that Su Ming’an might only save the Zhai Star people and not the Luowasha people. Even with a Favorability as high as 95 points, Sique remains vigilant towards Su Ming’an, and rightly so.)

[Basic Goal]: Humanity collectively enters the "small world." Ideally, let Zhai Star people live in Su Ming’an’s "small world," Luowasha people live in Sique’s "Eden," without interference.

[Extra Goal]: The most ideal state is for the "small world" to merge with Zhai Star, and "Eden" to merge with Luowasha, thereby returning to their homeland while gaining protection, completely freeing themselves from the organizers and the World Game. (This requires Su Ming’an to perform an additional task: discover the truth about the World Game.)

[Remark]: If [Extra Goal] is not achieved, only [Basic Goal] will be completed—i.e., achieve the ending of carrying the small world into the Exiled Universe.

...

The overall task load isn’t heavy; only "developing the small world" is necessary.

Ending all thoughts, he nodded towards Sique:

"I have ended all my thoughts."

"First, develop the small world. Second, energy. Third, method for players to detach from IP. Fourth, seek the truth about the World Game."

"Among these, the first item is necessary; the latter three proceed if there’s extra effort available."

"As for how to seek the truth about the World Game, it’s quite clear: contact a First Level God, or contact a friendly organizer, or contact the World Game itself."

Sique nodded, acknowledging Su Ming’an’s ideas.

Under the swaying wisteria flowers, transparent fish swam past them, scattering splendid starlight.

Sique’s expression suddenly turned serious:

"Mr. Lighthouse, imitate my actions."

Su Ming’an felt a shock inside; did Sique have something important?

He immediately focused intently, watching Sique’s movements.

Sique closed his palms and clenched into a fist:

Su Ming’an closely followed, closing his palms and forming a fist.

Sique steadily spoke:

"I believe we... will definitely succeed. Mr. Lighthouse will surely save his homeland, and he will gain happiness because of it."

Su Ming’an echoed:

"I believe we... will definitely succeed. Both Sique and I will succeed, and we will thus find happiness."

Then Sique placed the fist in front of his mouth and blew out a breath:

Su Ming’an followed suit, placing the fist in front of his mouth and blowing out a breath.

"Hoo."

"Hoo."

Seeing this action, Su Ming’an suddenly realized the significance.

The purple-haired youth, donning a sepia beret and clad in a deep brown robe, raised his chin slightly, retracting his palm.

Amidst the hanging wisteria flowers, beside the swimming whales, upon the turbulent black waters, beneath the pure and bright blue sky and white clouds, he stood tall, revealing a smile—

His golden pupils slightly curved, a thread of fragmented golden light mixed in his eyes, reflected the brushstrokes immature yet incredibly beautiful blue sky and white clouds.

The youth placed his palm over his heart, as if feeling the warmth of a heartbeat, he spoke thus—

...

"Mr. Lighthouse."

"This is the Luowasha wishing ceremony—after wishing, place your fist before your mouth and blow out a breath."

"That way, invisible good fortune will befall us."

...

...

"After becoming ’Olivius,’ I was once very confused. Because some memory clips require me to do ruthless things to obtain them."

"I became Luowasha’s demon, using emotion as ink, writing various stories to torment the masses. Causing them to fall into chaos, hatred, tragedy, slaughter..."

"And I am always observing, with the stance of a spectator, gazing at everyone’s lament and love-hate."

"Gradually, people discovered, if written by my pen, they can be forever recorded by words, achieving immortality."

"Thus, in order to become [Supporting Male Character], [Female Supporting Character] in my eyes, they raised mountains of corpses and seas of blood, swords clashing just to stand before me, to be included in my vision."

"They spared no expense trying to please me, just so I’d love, observe, remember them."

"And indeed, I require stimulating, bloody, dangerous memory clips; after all, there are plenty of happy and peaceful ones, so I recklessly indulge, agitating the nation, making them mad over my casual words, starting wars, blinding with rage fighting over me."

"The world turned into a mortal purgatory, rivers of blood flowed, lament covered the ground."

"And my initial intention... was actually just to create a paradise without slaughter, without the coming of doom."

"[What makes the mortal world a hell is precisely people’s attempt to create paradise]."

"I wanted to perfect the World Book, to keep them from being killed by the Master of the End of All Things and to attain happiness, yet it seems like I deprived them of their freedom, turning them into marionettes of text."

"Freedom and happiness are always an intertwined spiral. With happiness comes the loss of freedom, with freedom comes the loss of life to experience happiness."

"The prosperous era I promised them... trapped Luowasha."

"The world is confined because of me, because I took people’s freedom away."

"The world is also liberated because of me, because my Eden is about to become the new paradise for people."

The black water surged, and the two sat again by the small round table, waiting for the tolling of twelve o’clock — the reset would start in four minutes.

Sique seemed to finally find relaxation, chattering on and on. There was pride, guilt, joy, and regret.

Su Ming’an listened to all his joy, all his remorse, all his pains and delights, until Su Ming’an softly asked:

"Are you about to fall into sleep?"

Previously, Sique had mentioned that his physical condition was poor, that he was about to fall into slumber, and he had said a lot of words similar to last words.

"Yes." Sique nodded, "Maybe, I will wake up. Maybe... I never will. It depends on whether my soul’s lifespan is sufficient. But you don’t have to worry, the colored sugar cube is my duplicate, it will guide you on what to do next."

...In other words, this time might be equivalent to a final farewell.

Su Ming’an lowered his head and softly said:

"Then don’t talk about repentance, nor about profound topics like hell and paradise."

"At this parting moment, just say what you want to say."

"You have lived your life as ’Olivius’, the strongest Creator of your lifetime, the ’Shepherd of Glory on Earth’ all your life... yet you have never truly spent a day as a little magpie."

Click, click—

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[23:57]

...

The last three minutes.

Sique’s golden pupils contracted slightly, and after a moment of silence, his smile suddenly became free and relieved.

It was as if a giant stone was suddenly laid down, the grief that had intertwined with him through 3029 massive resets over tens of millions of years, dissipated into flying snow with this one smile.

Between the gaze and gesture, all had long been a boundless sea.

All the sufferings in the mortal world, all turned into falling snow.

"Yes, I’ve written so many words for others, it’s finally time to say something that belongs to myself."

"Mr. Lighthouse."

"...Do you want to hear a song?"

Su Ming’an focused, momentarily surprised, gently nodded:

"Alright, then please, the great artist of Luowasha."

The stars twinkled beneath the sky, they sat under the blue sky and white clouds, their two figures seemed as if transforming into two planets.

One planet’s ocean occupied 70% of the area, with 30% of greenish land. It looked like a blue watery sphere.

One planet showed splendid colors, its cloudy roots spreading, beautiful as a song, like a colorful glass ball.

At this moment, they seemed to be soft bridges between two civilizations.

—What does "love" mean? Why is "love" painful? Why is "love" a song?

For life, for soul, for ideals, for all that can’t be attained, for unfulfilled promises, for destined parting of true friends, for the fire holder left in the night, for the dirge in the crowd, for the eve of dawn, for the blood tear of a nightingale, for the dim morning star, for pride that couldn’t bow, for the world’s end, for the best ending that doesn’t satisfy.

For all of this, worth pursuing.

—Also for "love" itself.

"What would you like to hear, Mr. Lighthouse?"

"What can you play?"

"Violin, guitar, flute, stringed instrument... anything, regarding art, I can play them all."

Su Ming’an thought for a moment: "Then please, the great artist of Luowasha, display a guitar performance."

He had always thought that those who could play the guitar were cool. If it wasn’t for Ms. Lin forcing him, he might have taken a part-time job as a guitarist.

The purple-haired young man displayed a faint smile, the smile gradually growing fuller, no longer dry and pale, like a magpie gradually gaining flesh.

With a sweep of his right hand, a red-wooden colored guitar was embraced, emanating a light woody fragrance.

Gently trying a few notes, he slightly bowed his head, his golden eyes gently closing, concealing the fatigue and frailty beneath his eyes.

He didn’t tell Su Ming’an, his eyes were actually blind, but that didn’t affect his singing.

A few seconds later, a voice as clear as a stream, yet carrying a hidden desolation, resounded through the dreamscape:

"♪"

"[Oh girl of the small town, listen to me,]"

"[There is a madman in this world.]"

"[He has long purple hair like a giant windmill,]"

"[And eyes golden like the sun.]"

"[If you see him on the street,]"

"[You must keep your distance.]"

"♪"

"[You ask where is he mad,]"

"[He toppled the tower of science, yet bent to smell a flower,]"

"[Opened the Pandora’s Box that overturned the world, yet brewed the simplest of teas.]"

"[He stole the branches of the World Tree,]"

"[Wrote a thousand jokes about the world,]"

"[Disassembled Don Quixote’s windmill,]"

"[Drank down sandstorms on Theseus’s ship,]"

"[Led people out of Plato’s cave,]"

"[Threw Sisyphus’s stone off the cliff.]"

"♪"

"[Born a little wheat in Maizi Village,]"

"[Crossed the ocean to distant lands,]"

"[Buried sorrow at the foot of the Divine Mountain,]"

"[Walked into the mountain of immortality,]"

"[He is the one who killed the age of science,]"

"[and also the home in the hearts of all the departed.]"

"♪"

"[The mortal world, oh mortal world,]"

"[can he create the book of a new world?]"

"[This Utopia and Ivory Tower,]"

"[which part belongs to him?]"

"[The home where everyone has enough to eat and wear warmly,]"

"[when will myriad wide homes benefit the world?]"

"♪"

"[Following the tip of the pen, the river of the mortal world slowly descends,]"

"[that madman is thinking about all of you.]"

"[The rushing masses,]"

"[go and be the person who spreads the fire...]"

"♪"

The sound of the guitar like strings plucking at the heart.

Time reached the final moment.

"Clack, clack..."

Su Ming’an seemed to feel something and raised his head—

A warm touch swept across his forehead.

Sique hummed as he swung the purple-gold feather pen, tapping Su Ming’an’s forehead, formally transferring the anchor point of the [Protagonist].

From then on, the story’s protagonist transitioned from "Su Liujin" to "Sique," and then completely returned to "Su Ming’an."

Spectacular starlight showered before Su Ming’an’s eyes, Sique’s figure gradually turning into starry sand.

The tall-standing young man smiled, gradually fading, becoming transparent, dispersing.

His clear singing voice like flowing stream water continued, accompanied by the increasingly lighter guitar strumming.

Su Ming’an reached out, but passed through Sique, touching only the guitar that was gradually falling.

He swallowed the dryness, his heart like a knife grinding with pain.

... What should he use to keep all of this in front of him?

Sique let out a trembling laugh:

"Don’t be sad, the Great Emperor only needs to take a nap, sooner or later he will cause mountains and rivers to shatter, gods to fall, leave Watchers amazed, make little magpies feel immense admiration, and make everyone worship."

Su Ming’an raised his eyes to look at Sique. He remembered, these were words he taught Sique when writing urban fiction, it seemed Sique remembered and wanted to amuse him.

With mixed feelings of joy and sadness, he didn’t know what expression to make.

In his palm, a lighthouse brooch was suddenly placed.

Sique arched his brow:

"Here. Finally, you are the one to wear it."

...

[To Mr. Lighthouse living in me:]

[Today’s sunshine is great, I followed Master down the mountain, the market was bustling, I brought you a lighthouse brooch as a gift.]

...

[To Sique:]

[You give me a gift, I cannot take it, in the end it’s still you who wears it.]

...

Su Ming’an widened his eyes.

The residual warmth in the brooch felt like suddenly turning scorching.

Sique finally gave him the brooch.

He instinctively stepped forward two steps, but passed through Sique’s body.

The russet beret, reddish-brown robe, head full of flamboyant purple hair, bloomed around him like Manzusha flowers.

This "Olivius" who watched over the homeland for millions of years, left in the night by the Fire Holder, left before dawn by the Night Watchman, a tremendously annoying lazy bird, gazed at Su Ming’an, slowly in a most steady and gentle voice said—

"Sique Olivius, bless my fellow traveler—Su Ming’an."

"Unafraid of the past, unafraid of the future."

"May your wishes come true, your path smooth."

"The road ahead vast, all things can be hoped for."

"The places you go, all will be fertile ground."

"May you... in this final journey, triumph and achieve greatness."

"May we... [When we look back on our lives, we will not regret the wasted years nor feel shame for the lackluster days. Thus, in our final moments, we can say: ’My life and all my energy have been dedicated to the most grandiose cause—in the fight for human liberation.’]"

"[And facing our ashes.]"

In the ear, as if the sound of soft feathers fluttering echoed.

The final tone, heavily struck the final laughter.

"[...Noble people will shed warm tears.]"

The sound of the wind, dissipated.

The russet beret, quietly fell to the ground.

...

...

"Ding Dong!"

[You achieved (Sique) HE...]

[Zzzi zzzi...]

[Achievement error, Sique long since detached from NPC status, unable to derive ending description.]

...

Su Ming’an stood alone, in the midst of the black water.

Silence settled in the ear, yet as if echoes of guitar resounded.

On the table, half a chocolate mousse, still uneaten. Several pieces of melting colored cube sugar, scattered nearby.

"These desserts, Sique hasn’t finished eating yet..." Su Ming’an thought.

However, judging from the big lazy bird’s condition deteriorating, this sweet-loving big lazy bird...

Shouldn’t it be since long ago... maybe even when it first met Su Ming’an at the start of the instance, that it could no longer taste sweetness...?

...

...

"Ding dong ding dong ding dong——!"

Suddenly, a very urgent system sound rang out, as if foretelling something extremely important.

Su Ming’an’s expression was instantly astonished.

...

"Ding dong!"

[You have triggered the Apocalypse·Perfect Pass Line.]

[TE1·"Unable to Save" (After the World Game settlement, according to the gambling pact, you are taken away by the organizers for division): 93%]

[TE2·"Flower of the Abyss" (All your companions have died, you alone become the tombstone of civilization. Unable to bear the loneliness, you choose eternal death): 96%]

[TE3·"Bright Future" (Full Perfect Pass achieved, humanity’s points progress bar met, you wish to save Zhai Xing, and everyone returns home safely): 92%]

[TE4·"Widower" (You found a First Level God who decides to help your hometown through difficult times, at the cost of you turning to ash before dawn): 94%]

[TE5·"After the Wasteland" (You gathered all evil desires to become a god, in the process of opposing the organizers, you got polluted and metamorphosized by the universe, and were killed by your companions by their own hands as the last evil dragon... everyone but you found happiness): 95%]

[TE6·"The Long Years" (You saved Zhai Xing, and returned home with your companions. But you lost all abilities, turning into a mentally ill person): 95%]

[TE7·"Heavenly Dream" (You finally became the "Cloud City God" of the small world, transforming into the indifferent, rational, cruel world regulator who pushes everyone towards predetermined death for the stability of the bigger picture, including... your companions): 98%]

[TE8·"Day of Blossoming" (You ended up powerless to break free, trying everything to start Reincarnation, indefinitely delaying time. Maybe, in some loop, on the Day of Blossoming, you will succeed): 92%]

[TE9·"Revival of All Things" (You found the core of the World Game, managed to make the World Game a sanctuary for humanity. You led people to downgrade dimension, completely hiding in the bottom layer of the World Game, disappearing from the organizers’ vision. Of course, this requires you to go through a long system tuning — you finally became Zhai Xing’s "Yasa Acto"): 94%]

[TE10·"Sealed by Me" (This wasn’t the effort of one person, but the salvation of everyone. Even if you failed, other players found the way to save. United by heart, in saturation mutual aid, crossing all timeline points, you achieved a blissful ending): 91%]

[TE11·"The Fire Holder Left in the Night" (Humanity collectively ascended dimension, leaving you behind to guard the hometown until eternity): 93%]

[TE12·"Let Zhai Xing Go, Take Me." (You incited internal conflict among the organizers, joining them. From then on, you forgot who you are, even your name, but still remembered that in your palm, you must protect a small, beautiful blue planet): 93%]

[TE13·"Why does the Nightingale’s Heart Beat?" (No one knows where you went, only Su Ming’an bot quietly gazes upon all living beings): 94%]

[TE14·"Who is Su Ming’an?" (You saved Zhai Xing, but were forgotten by everyone. You drift alone in the universe, unknown to anyone, forever watching Zhai Xing outside the civilization’s shield, watching former companions gradually turn into tombstones): 97%]

[TE15·"I Shall Stack Corpses Before the Chariot" (You find no way to break free, decide to use the Time authority to trap the universe, the world, everyone... as long as time doesn’t proceed, tragedy won’t come, they will be your forever "companions," repeating this segment of time with you, becoming beautiful dolls in your hands): 92%]

[TE16·"Su Ming’an, the Biggest Deceiver in the Universe" (Hallucination? Hallucination? Hallucination?): 91%]

[TE17·"Pioneer Immortality, Eternal Dawn" (You self-deprecate as a god, melting into the world, from then on, you are "Zhai Xing" itself): 93%]

[TE18·"Your and His Ideal Utopia" (You carry the small world exiled within the universe, picking up civilization’s relics, hoping someday—a pure, unblemished new world will lie in your palm, shining brilliantly): 96%]

[TE19·"The Final Holy Meal" (You used the authority of "Devour", devouring angels, demons, deities, high dimensions... you gradually evolve into the ruler of the universe, devouring everything threatening your hometown. However, when you look back, where has your hometown gone? Why does the scent of your hometown linger within you?): 95%]

[TE20·"After Returning Home" (You saved Zhai Xing, all companions are alive, you can return home at any time. Before the vast golden wheat fields—you step onto that passionate, beautiful land that moves one to tears): 91%]

...

...

In the final ten seconds, Su Ming’an runs in the black water.

He doesn’t know why he’s running, nor does he know where he’s running to.

Simply, purely, sorrowfully, joyfully, yet like a release, he runs freely forward.

Swish-la-la-la——

The black water stirred by his feet, the swimming fish startled by his steps, the wisteria trembling and swaying, only he runs nonstop in this world.

Run, run.

Like the mood of running back in childhood, just needing to run without thinking too much.

——It seems only at moments like this can "Su Ming’an" find a bit of freedom.

——It seems only at moments like this that his hot tears can finally fall from his eyes, scattered into the wind.

He sees a magpie, blue-green in color.

It’s the pet magpie previously raised by Sique.

It "runs" too... using its wings to run through the air, across the sky, across white clouds, across Su Ming’an’s rough strokes...

Clack, clack——

...

[00:00]

...

"Swish——!"

Midnight arrives, the sky brightens, a white reset light abruptly bursts forth, like a flood engulfing everything.

The day-like whiteness covered the magpie, covered the blue sky and white clouds, covered everything visible to the naked eye——

Su Ming’an stopped his steps, standing in the white light, looking back.

——The yellow forest diverges into two paths, he knows the path stretches endlessly.

Goodbye, wisteria flowers.

Goodbye, splendid swimming fish.

Goodbye, hand-drawn blue sky and white clouds.

Goodbye, a small round table with unfinished rose tea.

Goodbye, ink-not-dry purple-gold feather pen.

In the last instant, the white engulfed everything.

He picks up the lighthouse brooch, still warm, and gently fastens it on his chest, closing his eyes.

Outside his eyelids, the white light is so dazzling, he feels... the intense sunlight of the Red Tower Kingdom.

The white light expands, he seems to see, the world is so open, so wide it makes his heart race.

The magpie flies into the sky, leaving a golden trail——

A new world arrives, the last journey begins with such a fresh outline.

Sunlight droops.

Ah.

It’s daylight.

...

Clack, clack——

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[00:01]

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