Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1419 - 70: Antique Shop God

The Master of the End of All Things laughed, but He had no emotions; this was merely Him simulating laughter:

"He is trying hard, just as hard as you."

"What’s most interesting is that while one of you longs for the sky and the other for the sunlit soil, heads pointed in completely opposite directions, yet you now do exactly the same thing."

Su Ming’an’s pupils constricted for a moment: "Are you saying Noel is also... slaying God?"

Yes, he should have thought of it.

The strength after a Dimensional Ascension depends on one’s pre-ascension power and the three elements of becoming a god. Therefore, Noel would surely, like Su Ming’an, strive desperately to enhance his power.

In Luowasha, the quickest way to increase strength is either to consume nourishing substances like Lighthouse Jellyfish, Dragon Blood, and Empress Egg, or to slay God. The majority of Players only consider the former. But Noel, backed by the Master of the End of All Things and the Seventh Thrones, gained considerable Strength and could fully attempt to slay God.

"...Ha." Laughing, Su Ming’an himself was momentarily surprised; he didn’t know why he laughed.

Mockery? Scorn? Joy? None seems to fit. Just thinking about what Noel was doing brought out the laughter.

Originally, they finally became complete opposites, even in such things they were so in sync. He started with deities that sought refuge under the Master of the End of All Things, Noel started with those who never sought refuge under the Master of the End of All Things.

What’s more frightening is that this is logical, entirely reasonable, and things have just fallen to this state. Everyone attempts to stop it, but no one can.

Noel attempted seven times in total, all failed to collectively achieve their ideals. He died to the Ocean Angel, died to the Demon Mother Goddess, died to Red Sun Descending, died to the Inorganic God... Finally, Noel decided to turn around.

Su Ming’an slowly raised his hand, covered his face, fingers curling inward, breathing with his nose against the palm.

One inhale, one exhale.

One inhale, one exhale.

The rebounding breath carries some moisture, liquefied water vapor.

His god-slaying actions, the World Book always records his every move. When everyone collectively steps into the small world, these already-dead beings can be resurrected. After all, they have been included in the Protagonist’s view, becoming indispensable Supporting Roles.

However, Noel’s god-slaying leaves no trace behind. Although Noel absolutely possesses the qualifications one would expect of a Protagonist, be it Intelligence, Emotional Intelligence, or Strength, sadly... in Luowasha, Noel is indeed not the Protagonist. The Narrative Anchor Point never settled on him for long.

It feels like some sort of destiny.

Born without, never have. No matter how hard he tries, it doesn’t help.

The world is just so unreasonable; those who seek are sometimes denied, those who are unwanted are sometimes pushed. Promise-keepers lose trust, emotional ones lose friends, always like this.

As the flesh of the Plague Demon’s flesh is completely digested, besides feeling a more abundant Energy within, Su Ming’an also hears a sound—

...

"Dingdong!"

[You have learned Leaf Whistle lv.9!]

...

The Authority of Devour not only allows learning of Equipment, Props, and Skills but also lifestyle skills the original owner possessed, such as tea brewing, Flower Art, and driving.

...Leaf Whistle?

Such an evil Demon, could it really play the Leaf Whistle?

What mentality did He have when learning the Leaf Whistle? Was it taught by His lover before He became a Demon? Or His family member in youth? These have turned into dust, unknowable, insignificant.

Su Ming’an gazed at the hell strewn with corpses, took a leaf like Flames, and placed it to his lips.

He created slaughter, though they can resurrect, yet still sent them off with a song.

He really dislikes the feeling of killing, the blood so hot, each second tormenting his heart. But it just happens to be a game that requires killing.

This just happens to be a... such sorrowful conclusion.

What he enjoys is merely lighting a fire in a horror game to make ghost grannies wail, rather than to witness a real ghost grandma being slain in front of him.

If it weren’t for this game.

If it weren’t for this game...

"...Yuanyuan."

For some reason, almost nonsensically, he uttered these words. In duplicate, so softly.

Where is she?

He already requested the Royals to search, but in the villa where her life ended, there was no one.

Is it truly goodbye?

He has really missed her.

Since learning of her death, from never learning of her death, he has always, always... just missed her.

During the quiet of night, when alone, or simply in combat’s leisure, occasionally looking up, a pause in breath, or the interval of a blink... he would for a moment think of her.

Her figure often appears and vanishes in his mind, accompanied by a smile like sunlight, unending even to death.

"Ding ding dong dong—"

As a wind blows, carrying the scent dispersing after smoke.

From his waist, the cat ear pendant, red-blue earrings, crystal chain of the Cursed Fire Flower... all issued crisp collision sounds.

Accidentally learned, he put the Leaf Whistle to his lips, a clear melody, resonated—

...

If life is like wild grass, a feather,

Then fear not the wildfire’s burn,

Where does one run if destined?

Look at the lights across the mountain,

Each differs in forms and shapes.

Every time the night wind blows,

She also wonders,

Is life inherently bitter?

— "If Life Were Like Wild Grass" by Zhangde Yiling

...

"Toot—toot—toot—"

The Leaf Whistle sounds like a gentle sigh.

He sits on the small hill of white corpses, covered in flowing blood.

On the silent battlefield, only the clear, rising melody remains.

The robes flutter, the sunset hides.

Dusk’s light lingers, the hare rises and the crow settles.

Dear, dear friend.

Where are you?

Where are you headed?

...

[...With the clapper of the table, the hall quiets!]

[The black-haired youth sitting on the high platform, in retro long sleeves, holding a two-finger thick smoking pipe, his golden eyes shine brightly.]

["What matter do you request, it’s better to explain carefully," the black-haired youth spoke lightly, everyone was silent.]

[It turns out this Antique Shop God knows all things, all matters. Any issue is just a casual glance to him.]

[— "The Antique Shop God" (later named: "What’s Olivius Really?")]

...

The Cloud City God gazes indifferently.

In the Qatar Desert, the body of Earth Angel Rodney collapsed with a resounding crash.

He was born with three arms and three legs, hands like giant stones, feet like thick soil, his body towering like a wall. Known as the "Dragon Clan Father," "Dwarf Lord," "World Mountain," he came from ancient times, battled in thirty-seven thousand fields, without a defeat.

Yet today, he looked at his chest in shock and fell slowly.

His heart was pierced by a thin thread, thus ending his life.

The massive shield and battle-axe fell to the ground, sunk into the yellow sand.

Endless yellow sand, the sky filled with rays.

"Whoosh——"

The Cloud City God continued to overlook, only observing from the distant skies. Earth Angel Rodney was not killed by him.

"Scratch, scratch, scratch."

The sound of small high heels friction over the yellow sand arose.

A strand of golden hair danced, shimmering silkily like gold, the hem of a robe like blood, rising like the last rays of sunset.

The young man steadied a red high hat, under golden locks, his ocean-like eyes slightly closing, like the shimmering waves under the setting sun. Fish leaped and scales glittered.

"... What use is such a large figure." The golden-haired youth gathered five fingers, pulled out a thread from Rodney’s chest, shook off the blood, and held it in his palm.

On the side of the youth’s face, poker suit patterns were painted.

"What use! What use! Hee hee, hee hee hee!" The childish voice resounded, with the shadow of the Seventh Thrones appearing behind him—crowned with a wreath of purple grapes and olive leaves, his body pieced together from Red Heart, Spade, Club, and Square Card.

Noel felt some irony. How laughable, he adored children, yet in the end he conspired with the tiger, with a high-dimensional being in the form of a child.

"I’ve killed three gods" Noel said, looking at the corpse of the Earth Angel.

"... I have high hopes for you, Noel." The voice of the Lord of the End of All Things echoed, mixing with the child’s laughter.

Supported by two high-dimensional beings, perhaps no one else compares.

Noel closed his eyes, unsure what he was thinking, then opened them with a continued smile on his lips: "Yes, I wonder... How many of my friends are there?"

"He is slower than you, oh. He is too soft-hearted, only targeting the gods I’ve beguiled," said the Lord of the End of All Things.

"Oh, he’s still like that." Noel seemed idly bowed his head. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Sand blew past, and fiery phoenix wings grew behind him, flames swept, intensified into gold, flying towards the next target.

At this moment, he saw a golden glass bead floating in the distance: "What is that?"

"That should be... a Narrative Anchor Point," the Lord of the End of All Things judged.

"Ah, does that mean I’ve finally become the [Protagonist]?" Noel said lightly.

"Who knows, perhaps it is simply the [Protagonist]’s charity, he grew tired of standing at the center of the world, so he mercifully took out the Narrative Anchor Point briefly, randomly giving it to a pitiful person never favored by the world," said the Lord of the End of All Things.

"Is that so, charity." Noel touched his forehead with his fingers.

Phoenix had long ceased to compete for his body.

Maybe, in his constant strengthening process, Phoenix had been completely replaced by him. After all, a newly hatched bird disperses easily.

No longer an arrogant voice nagging in his mind, he felt a bit lonely.

... Is it loneliness?

Or the regret of knowing the result?

He possessed an extremely clever mind, so he knew—no matter how hard he struggled, perhaps Su Ming’an would win in the end. Because Su Ming’an was favored by the world, and he was not.

Su Ming’an is the [Protagonist], while he is not.

Su Ming’an has [Authority Beyond the World], while he does not.

Su Ming’an has [Innate High Rank], while he cannot reach.

"Yes, just think like this, that’s the only way..." He thought quietly, burying his thoughts.

Treading the sand, grinding the shoes’ sinful blood stains into the wind.

Golden hair swayed, the rose silent.

...

[Days: 6 days/25 days]

[Day Six.]

[You killed Plague Demon Alykxia, ranked twenty-sixth in the sequence.]

[Forge towards the future!]

...

"You kill me, I harbor no resentment."

A girl with rose-tinted hair, holding a golden Lyra, sat on a high stool.

This is a tavern serving both men and women for pleasure. This girl is a third-level god, Love Angel Laf. She often transforms into beautiful young men and women, mixing in such places, sowing love.

Su Ming’an followed the traces of demonization and found this place, ignoring the eye-burning scenes around, reached out towards the Love Angel with claw tips.

The men and women in the midst of ambiguity screamed and ran as soon as they saw a fight might happen.

"My believers are named [Red Lovers], they run rampant through the world tying red lines, dubbed Cupids on earth." Laf said softly with hearts in her eyes, "As a Love Angel, I can see in an instant who is in people’s hearts as their lover, they might like someone with a perfect figure, or someone with a beautiful face. But only you surprise me, the lover in your heart’s image is not any delicate girl, but a blue planet."

"You wish to kill me, it should be for the world, not for your personal desires. Take action then, I have no regrets. I just ask that once everything settles, you can resurrect us." Laf said.

Upon hearing Laf’s words, Su Ming’an said: "Don’t regard me as that noble."

He stretched out claws, penetrated, absorbed.

Vast energy streamed into his body, he lightly sighed.

By day he chased traces of demonized gods, by night he entered a small world to observe. His days thus grew predictable, seemingly extending to the endpoint.

"That might be good, calm, stable, waiting for..." He raised his head, gazing at the misty sky.

...

[Days: 7 days/25 days]

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[Days: 8 days/25 days]

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[Days: 9 days/25 days]

[Day Nine.]

[You killed Love Angel Laf, Luck Angel Lola, Deceit Demon Evelyn.]

[You know, the Red Sun is about to descend, this time you must pass this juncture to move towards the future. Fortunately, you have already advised Xi Ting, to follow Sique Fang Tang’s instructions. The players retaining some memories are also striving with all their might.]

[Lü Shu led the believers of the Shitposter Demon, arrived at the Undead Territory. Yi Song came clothed in white, bearing a purple-red tentacle. Boris brought a Glass Lighthouse, worshiped with each step. Lin Yin led many players, moving towards you.]

[Return! Return! End this journey, return to their center!]

...

On the ninth day at noon, Su Ming’an returned to the Undead Territory.

He had risen to Seventh Rank Nine, stuck on the advancement task. Over on Noel’s side, progress was also fast, once Su Ming’an even arrived too late, realizing Noel had acted ahead.

Returning to the Undead Territory, welcoming Su Ming’an was a person beyond his expectations.

Red hair, purple eyes, dressed in a cherry blossom long dress, seemingly dazed, like a moving doll, devoid of vibrant life.

Su Ming’an’s pupils shrank instantly, the midnight scene seemed to return to his eyes, like rain "swooshed" down again.

"Mizu..."

"Mizushima Haru...!?!"