Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1412 - 63: The Final Battle Begins

[World Agent, welcome back, I am Ah Du, your intelligent assistant.]

[During this final journey, I will accompany you through a wonderful adventure.]

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[1] Small world development level: 46%

[2] Energy: 52%

[3] Find a way to separate from the Player’s IP: 60%

[4] Make yourself strong enough to retain emotions after becoming a god: 79%

[5] Discover the truth of the World Game: 45%

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[Please push all the above items to 100% before the settlement on the 25th.]

[If you complete the first three items, you will achieve a "Exiled Universe" NE ending.]

[If you complete the first four items, you will achieve a "Guarding the Hometown" TE ending.]

[If you complete all five items, congratulations, you have fully realized your ideal.]

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[In addition, please pay attention to the following values:]

[Faith Value: 34%]

[Goodness Value: 38%]

[Danger Value: 79%]

[These three values represent Zhai Xing’s and Luowasha’s affiliations.]

[Faith Value represents people’s faith in you, affecting the extent to which you can direct and influence people, and people’s solidarity.]

[Goodness Value represents people’s inclination towards good or evil, affecting people’s mindset, decisions, and survival desires.]

[Danger Value represents the severity of the world crisis, affecting the survival of civilization.]

[If any of the three values drop to 0 or rise to 100 points, you and everyone else will prematurely reach a BE ending.]

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[How is it? Isn’t revealing the current situation in a numerical form very intuitive and clear?]

[Doesn’t it feel like playing a game? Anjiang, are you excited? Happy? Do you feel the tense thrill of a final battle?!]

[Come on! The final battle begins!!!]

[——Let all dilemmas, completely overturn!!!!]

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"...Bang!"

Before his eyes even opened, Su Ming’an heard this string of piercing noises, disturbing him to the point where his scalp almost exploded.

He punched the Ah Du watch on his left wrist, and it let out a sharp cry, "Anjiang, no violence! These are the results of my careful divination!"

Warm sunlight spilled over his eyelids, and Su Ming’an opened his eyes: "Where did you get this data...?"

Ah Du puffed up with pride, the watch glass bulged slightly: "While you and Sique were staging a tragic farewell, I contacted the World Tree. This data is absolutely reliable! I’ll update it in real-time! Helping you achieve victory in the final battle!"

Su Ming’an finally opened his eyes fully.

Outside the window, warm golden sunlight spilled in, with dust swirling in the air like columns of pale golden gel. The streets were wide, with carriages and horses bustling about, double-track trams ran along dark paths, and ocher and gray buildings stood in layers.

Passersby were dressed in flax-colored, reddish-brown, and pale long robes. The noise of people was deafening, each going about their own business.

Around him were a redwood wardrobe, coat rack, bedside table, bed, long table, and a single chair, forming a Victorian style, with a carpet covering the floor scattered with thick books, antiques, old gold watches, empty pens, dried-out bottles, and so on.

Warm golden sunlight passed through the slightly blurred glass window, across the black grid, and fell into Su Ming’an’s eyes. He sat dazed on the bed, touching himself, wearing a black-brown gold double-breasted long robe, with a high circular collar around the neck, a thin brown belt cinching the waist, with a few loose threads hanging down, and a long cape trailing to the other end of the bed.

...This is the soul hunting suit.

Su Ming’an looked towards the full-length mirror, black hair, black pupils, a yawning black cat resting on his shoulder, a sleeping white cat on his lap, and a crimson bird perched on his head.

...It really was him.

He was no longer playing anyone else. He was no longer Qin Wang, no longer Acto, nor Sique or Su Liujin... He was Su Ming’an.

This was his most favored outfit. Was this appearance an unconscious reflection of his heart?

He slightly curved his lips, and the version of him in the mirror did as well.

The slightly warm Lighthouse Brooch was still on his chest, and he lifted his hand, the Ring of Time and the Mechanical Ring glimmered with a golden edge. He reached into his pocket, feeling the cat ear pendant and red-blue earrings inside.

Great, everyone was there.

He stood up, adjusted his outfit, stepping in black leather boots, and made a smiling face at the mirror.

"...I must succeed."

This time was unlike any other before. If he didn’t succeed this time, there would be no chance for regret in the future.

The version of him in the mirror smiled too, almost as if encouraging him:

Su Ming’an, you will achieve a happy and beautiful ending.

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Aside from values, Ah Du also had four functions.

[Dispatch] allows people affiliated with Su Ming’an to be sent on specific tasks, so Su Ming’an doesn’t need to personally handle everything, merely delegating others.

[Character Communication] serves as a relay for interaction between Su Ming’an and others. Su Ming’an can communicate in real-time with selected individuals.

[Fragment Identification] helps identify some ancient Memory Clips, assisting Su Ming’an to understand some ancient events before countless resets.

[Luowasha Store] is a store provided by Youli, the God of Trade, always available. It sells equipment, props, card skins, and others’ Memory Clips.

Su Ming’an noticed that these texts appeared before his eyes through system prompts. This indicated that Ah Du was no longer just a naïve little watch; the message it delivered had been certified and was effective in real-time by the World Game System.

"Ah Du has been granted the authority to transmit system messages. Is this the World Game showing its favor towards me..." pondered Su Ming’an.

He opened the Ah Du watch, the azure interface emerging before him.

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[Days: 1 day/25 days]

[First day.]

[You opened your eyes in the Red Tower Kingdom of the Second Epoch, the sunshine warm, all things reviving.]

[Begin your journey now, all futures are promising.]

[——The final battle begins!]

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Su Ming’an closed the watch, straightened his sleeves, and stepped out the door——

At that moment, he heard the wind and the panicked voices of people on the street:

"——Dragon! A giant dragon!!"

"——Help, help! How is there a dragon in Red Tower——!"

Su Ming’an lifted his head.

Under the pale sky, a pair of large golden wings flapped, and a pair of dragon claws pierced through the clouds, reaching straight for Su Ming’an, accompanied by an angry roar—

"Olivius!!! I will find you—!!"

Following closely behind the golden giant dragon was the Elf King Huan Jiala with flowing purple hair, the Lord of the Undead Xi Ting with a half-skeletal face, the Abyss Lord Leto Sully with hair like serpents, the transparent Ice Element Emperor, the Mechanical Master Mokeluo, the Holy Mountain Angel Shui Shuang with three pairs of snow-white wings, and the Half-demon Elder Tara with twin horns...

Figures appeared in the air one by one, resembling giant mountains, their presence shrouding the sky with gloom. Such an imposing formation made people tremble and lie prone on the ground, daring not to move.

Royals, gods, angels, and half-demons... beings of greatness that the people of the Red Tower might never witness in their lifetimes, have gathered today, group after group!

What kind of divine presence could draw them here?

Princess Aisudani hurriedly rode in on a swan, but was overwhelmed by the terrifying aura, unable to get close. Even her Guardian Knight couldn’t advance a step.

Everyone lay prostrate on the ground, like harvested wheat—except for one person who stood leisurely.

It was a young man with black hair, dressed in a black-brown coat with gold double-breasted buttons, and wearing black fingerless gloves, gently resting his hand on the door as if he just woke up from the morning.

People struggled to turn their heads and looked at him in astonishment, unable to recognize who he was—such a strange face, they had never seen before.

Yet the young man’s smile was so leisurely, as if he had already trodden upon this land for a long time, having experienced all its hardships, hence his calm demeanor.

As he gazed at the looming shadows in the sky, his eyes curved slightly, revealing a smile.

Indeed.

Perhaps every reset began like this—a group of royals coming to capture him, mistaking him for Sique Olivius. After all, he had spent too much time with Sique, marinated in it thoroughly.

According to Sique, even if this was the Second Epoch, due to numerous resets, many things no longer appeared as they did in Sique’s naïve memories. For example, the royals who retained their memories remained royals, and not young, inexperienced little dragons, elves, or undead.

"—Catch him!!!" A thunderous shout exploded across the sky.

"Olivius, you dare come out on your own!!"

"Olivius, that guy, surely didn’t expect us to retain our memories, catch him!!"

"Olivius! You deceived us and stole the treasured gem of our Blood Clan, played with the feelings of our Ancestor... this debt must be paid!!"

"Olivius! Return the core energy of Her Majesty the Empress!"

"Olivius! You wilfully orchestrated tragedies with your pen, led people to stir turmoil, reducing us to puppets of words... these are all your crimes!"

Four bone claws reached toward Su Ming’an, skeletal hands grasped at his arms, branches and leaves clung to his legs, frost encased his feet, even the mechanical clattering was heard...

Yet Su Ming’an smiled and raised his head.

He thought of the style of his own story—how would the Lighthouse Emperor act in such a situation?

Facing the warm spring breeze, the morning sunlight, his eyes curved.

He raised a finger to his lips.

"...Quiet down."

"My friends."

The next moment.

Ian’s pupils constricted.

Huan Jiala’s anxious expression froze.

Xi Ting’s extended bone claws froze.

Xi Ge’s upturned lips were arrested.

Magi’s sharp antennae drooped and fell.

Mokeluo, Shui Shuang, Tara, Zhi Fei... all showed faces of shock.

It was as if an invisible giant hand appeared in the sky, descending from the heavens, pressing heavily upon them!

Their internal organs felt squeezed, and they struggled with all their might to resist, only to resemble falling mosquitoes, pinned to the ground by this invisible gravity!

"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

Cracks like spider webs burst one after another, forcing the royals to reduce their forms, each crashing into the ground!

Dust rose instantly, and the gravity deliberately avoided the terrified people, letting the royals’ descent not affect others.

People stared dumbfounded at this scene, some rubbed their eyes with shaking hands, verifying whether they were dreaming.

Such powerful royals, so arrogant and unyielding royals, who can easily destroy a nation... all fallen under a single strike of the black-haired youth?

"Cough cough cough..." Princess Aisudani gasped, covering her mouth in shock, staring at the still-relaxed black-haired youth: "Who... who exactly is that..."

The dust settled, and in the sky, only Abyss Lord Leto Sully remained standing. She, as a Third-level God, was not defeated. Yet even so, she felt a chill. She could feel... she was no match for the black-haired youth!

An aura of devouring everything exuded from him, like a deep black hole.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Steady footsteps sounded, Ian struggled to lift his head, spitting a mouthful of blood in the cracked pit, and saw the approaching shoes.

Much like Ian, the previously haughty royals could only struggle in the pit, a few barely standing, yet too afraid to act, eyeing Su Ming’an with fear.

"You... are you still that... weak little magpie...?" Ian coughed, feeling a mountain pressed on him.

Su Ming’an squatted down, his voice gentle:

"I am not."

"I am Su Ming’an, not Sique Olivius."

His voice was bold and straightforward.

The last time, when faced with the siege of the royals, he could only panic, flee in haste. Even claiming not to be Sique, no one believed him.

But now, having gained the "Devour" authority, the power of the Theselotis Devouring Claw, and combat power soaring to 7300+, he need fear no one.

He glanced around, his voice like a clear stream:

"Ian, the destruction of your Dragon Valley was for Sique to acquire Dragon Blood, thus documenting you all."

"Huan Jiala, your Moonlight Spring being stolen was also Sique’s doing, to document you all."

"Xi Ge, the Blood Clan’s treasure being taken and the ancestor being toyed with was one reason too."

"And for the Insect Race’s core energy being taken, Mechanical Race’s Mechanical Heart being stolen, Celestial Clan’s Angel Halo being stolen, Half-demon Race’s demon horn being stolen... it’s all the same."

"Sique knew long ago you all could retain memories. In fact, he did all this for you. He needed the wicked, bloody Memory Clip to complete the World Book."

"He endured misunderstandings, insults, pursuits, being torn apart... ahem, perhaps not endured for that bit. He endured all this... all to save you."

"But now, it’s no longer needed because we are about to reach the endgame."

Seeing their increasingly shocked expressions, Su Ming’an revealed everything with a gentle, straightforward, and calm voice.

Subsequently, he smiled and slowly withdrew the [Gravity Suppression] skill, allowing them to rise steadily.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

"Shall we talk in detail?" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Sique is too tired, he’s fallen asleep, and now, it’s our story."

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Under Princess Aisudani’s reception, Su Ming’an recounted to the royals all the events of the last reset.

He spoke of people’s sacrifices, efforts, exhaustion, and Sique’s final ballad...