Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1414 - 65: "When the Great Way Prevails, the World Belongs

Chapter 1414: Chapter 65: "When the Great Way Prevails, the World Belongs

The three of them wrote many letters, Su Ming’an briefly flipped through them.

Su Mianbao wrote the most, with over a thousand letters. "Is Father God’s mood good today?" "I’ve learned to make silverfish steamed egg" "I think long hair suits Father God" These little things were all written in the letters, with passionate longing filling between the lines.

To save time, Su Ming’an quickly flipped to the last letter to check the recent situation of the small world.

...

[To my beloved Father God:]

[Genesis year 121, sunny, mood joyful]

[Father God, I have a premonition that you are about to return.]

[I miss you very, very much.]

[Considering you don’t have much time to read letters, at the beginning of each letter, I will write the development situation of the past century:]

[In Genesis year 32, we gradually transformed from a nomadic and gathering lifestyle to a settled farming one, we made simple agricultural tools, population has reached over one thousand five hundred. Everyone mainly focused on farming and herding. Livestock included chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, sheep, cows, grains included rice, wheat, chestnuts, millet, enough for self-sufficiency.]

[I know you don’t like certain bad habits. I will strictly prohibit live sacrifices, Floral Age Well, and human skin drums.]

[In Genesis year 49, the village officially developed into a township and was divided into four administrative districts: Bread District, Moon Shadow District, Bamboo District, and Lili District, each managing calendar education, hunting, farming, and manufacturing.]

[With the stable development of agriculture, the tribe gradually evolved into a more complex social structure. Through the accumulation of agricultural production, the "Ming’an Civilization" began to witness the accumulation and differentiation of wealth, resulting in economic gaps between classes.]

[In Genesis year 62, I completed the construction of a whole set of characters, ordered them hand-copied, and sent them to every townfolk for learning.]

[In Genesis year 74, a full three generations had passed since the original year, yellow-haired children had all become elderly. Due to a batch of advanced medical facilities you left behind, the mortality rate significantly decreased, the population had reached four thousand. Our four-member group was unable to manage so many people, decided to "divide" the land, allowing people we admire to rule over other areas for us.]

[In Genesis year 91, with modesty from Bamboo, Moon Shadow, and Lili, I was crowned king, the country name is "An".]

["An Dynasty", is the first recorded dynasty in the history of "Ming’an Civilization", marking the transition of tribal alliance to a national form. During the transition of village, township, and market town, a political structure based on private land ownership and class differentiation was established.]

[Please rest assured, I will not turn back the wheels of history. The establishment of the dynasty is to better consolidate strength and prevent the coveting attacks from Su Qing on me.]

[In Genesis year 102, the population has reached six thousand. With the increase in population and productivity improvement, the original method of shared land usage gradually replaced by private land ownership. I unified the currency and the education system, stipulated that children under the age of 14, regardless of gender, must receive education and provide subsidies. Please rest assured, our land is extremely fertile, the abundant potato seeds, sweet potato seeds, and fertilizer formulas you left behind can support me in realizing these ideals.]

[In Genesis year 105, Su Qing declared himself king, country name "Reverent"... Hmm, I hope he behaves himself. I am already researching iron armor and gunpowder, if he invades, I will make him come and never go!]

[In Genesis year 116, unexpectedly, besides me and Su Qing, someone else declared king... That was an indigenous person, he gathered dozens of soldiers, beheaded the general, took arms to establish himself, and hid in the mountains to establish a military stronghold. Humans are really interesting, Lord Father God, even in such a weak world, their ambition and greed remain the same.]

[In Genesis year 121, I sit in the royal palace, writing this letter to you.]

[I believe you must have advanced to a B-level Creator by now, otherwise, our civilization wouldn’t have developed so quickly.]

[I miss you immensely.]

["When the great way prevails, the world is shared by all, the virtuous and capable are chosen, trust is emphasized and harmony maintained. Therefore, people do not only love their own parents and their own children..."]

[I yearn for everyone to have food to eat, clothes to wear... I crave, to create such a Great Harmony.]

[Your most devout lamb · Su Mianbao]

...

Su Ming’an closed the envelope.

Su Mianbao did a lot of things, unified characters, unified currency, implemented private ownership, established a dynasty, researched iron tools and gunpowder...

She yearns for a Great Harmony.

If Su Shaoqing becomes king, would he be like her?

...

[Welcome, Creator Su Ming’an.]

[Current small world stage: Low Magic World (Dynasty period)]

[Current year: 121 years]

[Current population: 6481 people]

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[Su Mianbao (Female Protagonist)]

[Appearance: black hair and black eyes]

[Status: exhausted]

[Busy with: contest]

[Strength: 2000]

...

[Yue Ying (Female Supporting Character)]

[Appearance: black hair and black eyes]

[Status: healthy]

[Busy with: practicing swordsmanship]

[Strength: 2000]

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[Yu Zhu (Supporting Male Character)]

[Appearance: white hair and green eyes]

[Status: weak]

[Busy with: sleeping]

[Strength: 1900]

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[Li Li (Supporting character of unidentified gender)]

[Appearance: white hair and white eyes]

[Status: lonely]

[Busy with: daydreaming]

[Strength: 1200]

...

When Su Ming’an landed, it was no longer the tribe’s tent, but a towering palace.

Red silk reached the ground, candlelight flickered, graceful men and women walked among them. On the hall, one person sat on a golden chair, wearing a carved Lighthouse, candelabra-like crown, with one hand on the forehead, nose above entirely shrouded in the crown gemstone’s shadow.

Not seen for a hundred years, at a glance, Su Ming’an suddenly couldn’t see any trace of the little girl from before, Su Mianbao was already a dignified and serious monarch, her gaze deep, indifferent, and gloomy.

She sat at the far upper seat, while he stood at the edge of the palace gate, separated from her by at least a hundred meters, layers of fragrance and shadows in between, she hadn’t noticed his arrival.

"...Why haven’t you changed clothes yet, get inside quickly!"

At this moment, a maid with a hair bun walked over, shoved a set of white clothes into Su Ming’an’s arms.

"Quickly change, join after changing." The maid pointed to the rows of graceful men and women beside, impatiently said to Su Ming’an: "Don’t keep Your Majesty waiting."

Su Ming’an looked down surprised, saw the court robe in his arms, realized what the situation was...he had mistakenly entered Su Mianbao’s selection site due to age and appearance, treated as one of the contestants.

"I don’t want to play any selection games..." He wanted to discard the clothes but saw someone emerge from the back hall, whispering to Su Mianbao.

- It was Su Shaoqing.

According to the letters, there’s animosity between Su Qing and Su Mianbao. Why are they whispering to each other?

Su Ming’an casually put on his court gown and silently joined the group. With his excellent hearing, he overheard their conversation:

"...Su Qing, remember to revise the penultimate sentence in today’s letter..."

"...Hmph, acting with you is really tiring."

"...It’s just a matter of fulfilling our own needs. I need Father God’s attention and favor, the townsfolk need conflict to accelerate development, and you need entertainment."

"...Su Ming’an hasn’t been here for a hundred years. Do you still think he cares about this place?"

"...I don’t know. It’s just that no one power should dominate; without you as a competitor, Father God will assign me a new one."

Su Ming’an listened silently.

It turns out that the animosity between Su Qing and Su Mianbao in the letters was just an act for him; in reality, they have a connection privately.

He quietly left the main hall and walked toward a pavilion.

The sign above the door read "Yueran Pavilion," and under the moonlight, a black-haired girl was brandishing a thin sword with a focused expression and nimble steps.

"Creator God." Yue Ying withdrew her sword, nodding respectfully.

Su Ming’an felt gratified. Look at Yuan Yuan The Original, how normal her temperament is. But Su Mianbao, modeled after himself, is so twisted? Truly baffling.

He handed over steam, sewing, bicycles, and other mechanical technologies to Yue Ying, instructing her, "The god has bestowed these upon you, do not pass them on to anyone else."

Yue Ying focused her attention: "Including Su Mianbao?"

"Including," he confirmed.

Yue Ying bowed: "Understood."

She watched Su Ming’an’s departing figure before resuming her sword practice, the light of the blade as pure as moonlight.

Afterward, Su Ming’an came to Tingzhu Garden, where the scent of bamboo leaves filled the air and the sound of running water lingered. A white-haired youth covered with a blanket lay sleeping in the courtyard, a bamboo leaf on his forehead.

"Yu Zhu," Su Ming’an called out.

Yu Zhu immediately stood up, looking at Su Ming’an with slightly fervent eyes: "Creator God."

Su Ming’an handed over gunpowder, paper, and printing techniques to Yu Zhu: "The god has bestowed these upon you, do not pass them on to anyone else."

Without hesitation, Yu Zhu was about to kneel.

Not wanting to be thanked on bended knee, Su Ming’an quickly left. In the courtyard, Yu Zhu only managed to kneel halfway. But after a moment of silence, he knelt all the way down and pressed his forehead to the spot where Su Ming’an had stood, whispering, "Good person..."

The moonlight was silent; the night, tranquil.

Then, Su Ming’an went to see Su Mianbao and solved some problems she had encountered over the years, such as managing public opinion and setting the direction of civilization, until the moon and stars were sparse.

"The tasks are done. I’m leaving." During this visit, Su Ming’an left behind a wealth of groundbreaking technologies, greatly advancing the development of the small world.

"Father God... When will you come next time?" Su Mianbao sincerely asked, holding onto him.

"At the next critical juncture of civilization, I will come," Su Ming’an said. "I came this time because you advanced from an agricultural civilization to the dynasty stage. Next time, when you progress from a dynasty to the industrial era, I will provide you with epoch-making technology."

The World Origin stems from a civilization’s creativity and uniqueness. Su Ming’an left only inspiration; people must learn and develop on their own. Only then will the small world gradually generate the World Origin.

"I..." Su Mianbao bit her lip. "Today, I held the first pageant in history. Don’t you have anything to say?"

Su Ming’an shook his head: "You have the freedom to pursue your happiness; I don’t mind."

Su Mianbao glanced at him, wanting to say something, then sighed gently: "Then I’m going to take a harem, Father God."

Su Ming’an choked a bit but still shook his head: "This is a dynasty. As the ruler, you bear the gaze of everyone and have your own decisions. You don’t need to ask me."

He turned to leave.

Before he left, he couldn’t resist sneaking into Su Mianbao’s harem for a peek... It turned out that she hadn’t chosen anyone from today’s pageant, as she’d said.

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[1] Development degree of the small world: 60%

...

The first task is progressing steadily; once the small world reaches modernization, it should be about right.

Su Ming’an returned to reality; it was already nine o’clock in the evening.

He used the Red Tower’s spatial teleportation array and arrived at the World Lord’s Palace by eleven.

Outside the magnificent palace, below the jade steps, stood the sculpture of Virdodo, the God of Inspiration. The faces of a thousand knights were hidden behind their stern armor, guarding the palace sides. In the front, Qi Zhou was waiting with a sullen look.

Wearing a dark brown Soul Hunt Suit, Su Ming’an approached leisurely.

Seeing Su Ming’an, Qi Zhou’s cat-ear hat stood up like a bristled cat: "Hmph, you’re the first to dare to stand up the World Master for an hour."

"Then you haven’t seen me when I chopped his head off." Su Ming’an ignored Qi Zhou’s shocked expression, lightly leaped forward, and quickly entered the palace. A rich fragrance of wine wafted in.

The World Master leaned against the sculpture, his purple hair cascading, with fine gemstones and pearls scattered in his hair. As he rose, they fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Fingering the golden goblet, his eyes scanned lazily.

Such luxury, such decadence.

Their gazes met, and the World Master showed a hint of surprise and amusement: "Oh, so this is your original appearance... Just like a child."

Su Ming’an said, "Your dad’s asleep."

...

The World Master hesitated for a moment, almost about to curse.

The next moment, he realized the meaning behind Su Ming’an’s words.

As if afraid of triggering something heavy, he cautiously asked, "Are you saying... Sique has passed away?"

Su Ming’an nodded, walking past the scattered gems and pearls, stopping two meters from the World Master.

The World Master’s fingers held the silver mask, his gaze flickering between realization, joy, sorrow, and anger, like an overturned palette. He clenched his hand, a fist under his chin, with a few strands of hair falling over his forehead:

"He’s dead, he’s dead?"

"Haha, hahaha... Then congratulations... I no longer have to live in his damn shadow, always looking up to him."

Su Ming’an expected the World Master would celebrate, but after he laughed, he fell silent, just silent.

"Where is his body?" The World Master asked after a moment. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Gone," Su Ming’an replied. Sique had finally scattered before him, disappearing under the blue sky and white clouds.

"Even his ashes are scattered." The World Master turned his head, his gaze falling into the void. As if he cared, and as if he didn’t. An adversary he’d been obsessed with all his life vanished like this, without warning, without a sense of achievement, like a feather fluttering past his window.

He once thought it would be an epic battle against a terrifying Demon King.

"Did he sing a song at the end?" The World Master asked.

"Yes," Su Ming’an was a bit surprised.

"That song... he sang it to me once." The World Master buried his face in his hands:

"Terrible."

"The lyrics are so arrogant, he thinks he’s someone special..."

"The song’s name was just ’The Song of Magpie,’ utterly unpoetic, ruined the beauty..."