Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1424 - 75: "I’m So Glad I Met You All.
Lü Shu felt uneasy.
Since arriving in the Undead Territory, he hadn’t seen Su Ming’an. Su Ming’an was too busy, slaying God, negotiating with the World Master, and meeting the Demon Mother Goddess,
After much deliberation, Lü Shu decided to have a meeting, so he donned the crown of the Blood Clan emperor and headed to Su Ming’an’s room.
Just as he was about to knock, the door opened by itself, and a handsome young man with golden hair and blue eyes, looking like a sculpture, stepped out slowly in a golden priest robe, with noble demeanor and sacred aura, tear marks lingering in his eyes.
"...I have understood Father God’s will," Boris did not look at Lü Shu but continued to gaze at Su Ming’an inside the room, pressing a hand to his left chest and slightly bowing, "Father God, may you become an unworthy, unqualified God who still retains feelings."
In Su Ming’an’s hand, there was a glass lighthouse, small like a star, with numbers floating on it: [10000/10000].
Lü Shu’s heart was instantly clenched; he pushed aside Boris and walked briskly to Su Ming’an’s side: "You..."
He wanted to say something but couldn’t speak.
—Are you choosing to become a god?
—Are you turning into that unfeeling and desireless God Ming’an?
—This time you can’t turn back into a human, this time it’s eternal.
Su Ming’an turned his head and finally noticed Lü Shu. Luowasha was too large, and finally, he met Lü Shu.
"Is there something you need?"
"Nothing..." Lü Shu swallowed all his words.
"Alright, then keep busy. You govern the Blood Clan, remember to ensure that every Blood Clan member understands the concept of ’Strawberry Crisp.’" Su Ming’an lowered his head again, fingers rubbing the glass lighthouse.
Lü Shu stood silently for a while and turned around.
"...Wait a moment."
Su Ming’an suddenly reached out: "Give me the Shitposter Demon Divinity in your pocket."
Lü Shu handed it over without hesitation.
Then, a cold crystal was placed in Lü Shu’s palm.
...
[You obtained the prop: "Abyss Divinity" (Purple Grade)]
[Type: Food]
[Description: After consumption, it can transform any life into a body infinitely close to the ancestor, gaining prolonged life, formidable attack power, and vigorous appetite.]
[Note: "Of course, death is neither lonely, nor sad, nor painful... I’m not afraid, truly."]
...
Lü Shu stared blankly at the crystal, his throat feeling blocked.
"After Ascension, as my powers grow stronger, my emotions will become increasingly apathetic. Additionally, I must oversee the small world..." Su Ming’an’s gaze grew distant, "You might find it hard to recognize me then."
The light of the red sun shone through the grills, scattering tiny colorful spots, Su Ming’an sitting by the window, his black hair tinted a bit white due to the light.
"Frankly speaking, I don’t believe my ending is optimistic. As things stand, there is over a 90% chance of a rather unfavorable outcome: wandering, death, being forgotten, or losing oneself."
"If you feel that my future self seems foreign, no longer the good person you imagine, then leave."
"I set you free, Lü Shu."
"Your grandfather instructed you to find three good people, and when these three depart, you will become a complete person... So, by then, you must have fully grown flesh and blood."
"I am your last good person; there will inevitably come a day when I leave. So when that time comes, no need for sadness or grief. You should feel joyful, delight, smile, and tell yourself—"
...
"[Great, Lü Shu, your life is finally complete]."
...
Great.
Meeting you all is truly great.
Lü Shu couldn’t help but clench his fists, holding back tears with clenched teeth, trembling, furrowing brows, desperately trying not to let them fall.
If he cried now, it would look terrible. Like a mourning ritual, it would be unlucky.
He should smile, give Su Ming’an confidence, tell him not to fear anything, tell him that the future will certainly be perfect, because this world does not betray those who work hard.
He should, smile.
Smile in the face of destined departure and death.
Smile in the face of his last good person.
Three seconds later, a pure, reluctant, ugly smile slowly spread across Lü Shu’s face, paired with drooping dead fish eyes, a stare that could scare a child to tears.
As he tightly held the divinity Su Ming’an had given him, Lé Shu realized what this meant—Su Ming’an knew he was leaving, and thus left something that would prevent Lü Shu from being discriminated against or bullied.
The Abyss Master’s Divinity... a body infinitely close to the ancestor, long life, formidable attack power.
Even this, Su Ming’an considered. He did not use the "Devour" authority to consume the divinity to precisely leave it for Lü Shu. Thus, when Su Ming’an leaves, at least Lü Shu would have the ability to protect himself.
Lü Shu was smiling.
The intense sorrow raged at the bottom of his heart, yet he continued to smile. Because it was his teammate’s hope, he smiled.
Of course, death is neither lonely, nor sad, nor painful.
"...Are you afraid?" Lü Shu asked before turning around.
After asking, he regretted it. What kind of question is that; how could anyone not be afraid?
But Su Ming’an’s expression was puzzled, staring at the sunlight sliding down the window curtain, moving his gaze bit by bit, as if catching a firefly in the sunlight:
"...I don’t know."
Compared to his tragic ending, he seemed more afraid... of other people’s tragic endings.
Because the latter is greater than the former, hence he had the courage, hence he went against the current, hence he challenged humanity’s innate fear of death.
After Lü Shu left, a white radiance lit up within the room.
That glow was extremely pure, like snow falling into the mortal world.
After the white light dispersed, Su Ming’an’s entirely black hair was interspersed with several white streaks, like highlights, the stars upon his collarbone turning into two blooming small flowers. His senses became clearer, his body lighter, as if he could jump and fly.
Flight.
Flight is the instinct of gods; he no longer needed to rely on mechanical wheels to fly.
The personal interface gained an additional section:
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[Divine Name: Lighthouse]
[Authority: "Faith," "Devour"]
[Energy: Energy left from the Black Water Dream]
[Faith: 429182781 believers, 318292271 disciples, 122321928 devout believers, 523987 zealots, 3 saints (Lü Shu, Su Mianbao, Yu Zhu)]
[Evaluation: Authority extremely strong, energy scarce, faith moderate.]
...
[You learned (Flight)!]
[You’ve learned (Divine Thought Detection)!]
[You’ve learned (Divine Might)!]
...
[You’ve ascended to (Eighth Rank)! Subsequent experience temporarily stored, please complete the rank breakthrough task!]
[Eighth Rank Advancement Task:
1. Kill a creature with combat power over 7000. (Completed)
2. Access the path of God. (Completed)
3. Know part of the truth of the World Game. (Uncompleted)]
...
[Combat Power: 7800+200!]
...
"...God."
Su Ming’an closed his eyes to feel, and there was not much change. It seemed his strength was already enough to command a Third-level God.
With each breath, his body seemed to merge with the world, resonating with heaven and earth. It was as if he was no longer a person, but a flower, a blade of grass, a piece of air.
The power of faith drifted in from all directions, merging into his body, bringing an endless stream of power.
Su Ming’an did not linger on this feeling, but quickly continued to move, stepping into the small world.
In these ten days, he would come to the small world every night. Now, the small world had transitioned from the dynasty era into the Steam Age.
Pipes and gears densely lined the streets, black tram tracks covered the ground, with steam shooting into the sky. He stepped on reddish-brown bricks, and the air carried a scent of tobacco and toasted bread. Vendors hawked, children played.
"Grandpa Morgan, wait for me—!" A black-haired, purple-eyed girl in a daisy-patterned dress chased down an elderly man with snow-white hair and boarded the airship together.
Su Ming’an gazed at this peaceful scene, looking at the air, lightly whispering:
"Alice..."
Though not long ago, the stubborn girl seemed far from him now. The days of raising a daughter as a detective felt like a dream, so much so that seeing similar girls evoked memories.
Of course, Alice was not in the small world, nor was there the detective lord.
There was only Su Mianbao and Creator God Su Ming’an.
Although all this was about to end, his heart felt a sense of loss. He feared that one day, he might forget everything, forget girls like Alice.
Now the population of the small world had reached thirty million, and Su Mianbao was no longer "Chief Su," but styled himself as "World Master," meaning ruler of this world.
Su Ming’an had been guiding the small world to resemble Zhai Xing, so here the kingdoms were still called "Dragon Country," "Eagle Country," "Gran Country," "Fusang Country"... And the organization founded by Su Mianbao was named "United Group."
With a sweep of divine thought, everything around came to mind.
He leapt upward, white tendrils like angel wings grew from his back, yet like old tree roots, sacred and twisted.
With a flap of the wings, he soared into the sky. Soon, Su Ming’an reached the Central State where Su Mianbao was, and met with Su Mianbao.
"Father God, your faithful lamb misses you dearly." In the palace, Su Mianbao stood gracefully, kneeled for the ceremony, pressing her face to his hand.
After a long passage of time, some wrinkles appeared on her face, and her skin looked slightly aged. Though a divine envoy, with a long life, she would still grow old.
Su Ming’an calmly accepted the ceremony, then explained the upcoming matters to Su Mianbao.
"... The Father God’s people from your world, are they finally coming?" Su Mianbao smiled: "I’ve cleaned your courtyard for you, though there are only thirty million people here, but the land is vast and sparsely populated, temporary residence is no issue."
After getting through the Red Sun descending, Su Ming’an still needed to find a way to fuse the small world with Zhai Xing, so he wasn’t worried about players not adapting.
"Hold on, Father God..." As he was about to leave, Su Mianbao tugged at his sleeve.
Su Ming’an turned his head, meeting her pitch-black gaze. Those eyes perfectly reflected him, with almost nothing else inside.
"I wish..." Su Mianbao gazed at him, offering him a loaf-shaped ring, one she made herself, engraved with her blessing wishes.
She lowered her head, quietly collecting her hidden emotions in her heart:
"I wish you victory."
...
[Queqiu Research Institute Notice to All of Luowasha: Three hours remain until the Red Sun descending, please ensure the concept of "Strawberry Crisp" is widespread.]
[Furthermore, summoning all royals to Queqiu Research Institute, provide the energy needed to enter the book.]
["Watcher" Xiao Bai and disciple Hui Bai visit the institute, researching "Artificial Rin Clan." This Rin Clan will possess the purest mind, most impartial thoughts, and strongest potential, facilitating smooth operation of [Eden]. Expected completion before the Red Sun descending.]
[Yours sincerely.]
...
"...Great Watcher, do you need ’Artificial Rin Clan’ data?" In Queqiu Research Institute, several researchers looked at each other.
"Yes, the new world needs an impartial arbiter. Rin Clan is the best choice. With Luowasha unstable, the World Tree is struggling, unable to produce pure natural Rin Clan, I can only create Artificial Rin Clan." Xiao Bai said flatly.
One elder shook his head, sighing:
"A dozen years ago, the goddess ordered a prohibition on ’Artificial Rin Clan’ experiments. A pair of researchers, parents, were burned alive for privately experimenting. Since then, none of us dared to touch this field."
Another middle-aged researcher also sighed: "Yes, the data was all burned."
Xiao Bai frowned deeply.
Beside him, Hui Bai quietly said: "Teacher, in countless previous resets, you should’ve successfully created a Rin Clan before, don’t you remember the data?"
Xiao Bai frowned: "Of course I remember. In the last reset, we successfully created a ’Rin Clan little brother,’ but before we could educate him, he was taken by a black-robed figure and has been missing since. If we want to create another Rin Clan, we need new data."
Hui Bai furrowed his brow: "It seems we either find an expert proficient in Artificial Rin Clan, use time authority, slowly calculate data. Or catch that runaway Rin Clan brother, educate him, with only five hours left, we’re afraid we can’t catch that Rin Clan brother."
The scene was momentarily at a stalemate.
Several geniuses in scientific research locked their brows, calling phone inquiries one after another:
"Is there an expert specializing in Artificial Rin Clan topics?"
"No! The goddess explicitly forbade this topic, who would dare touch it!"
In the midst of everyone being frantic, suddenly, a weak voice emerged.
A middle-aged researcher, with a very high hairline, trembled and said: "...um, my student has always been interested in this topic. I’ve repeatedly told him not to research it, but he’s still persisting..."
"A student? That won’t help much." The several geniuses in scientific research listened and were only disappointed.
"This requires rich experience, a student surely can’t manage."
At this moment, Xiao Bai suddenly jolted, quickly asked that middle-aged researcher: "Your student—what is his name!?"
The middle-aged researcher was startled, hurried to say: "Watcher, my student is too young, lacks experience, he can’t do it."
Xiao Bai urged: "Name!"
The middle-aged researcher scratched his face: "Seems to be called... um, um..."
"Ran Bo."
...
With black hair and white clothes, the researcher sat on the rooftop, legs dangling over the edge.
Spreading his arms wide, the wind was gentle like that.
Pale cheeks were painted with layers of bright colors, like a clown so comical.
