Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1425 - 76: "So, Why Are You Crying?

At this moment, footsteps sounded from behind.

Xiao Bai and Hui Bai, leading a large group of researchers, walked onto the rooftop.

"Ran Bo...! Why are you sitting there? Come, come over here!" The usually harsh middle-aged mentor, knowing Ran Bo was now useful, immediately changed his face, kindly urging Ran Bo to come over.

Ran Bo remained still, still sitting on the edge of the rooftop.

"Ran Bo, I know you’ve been in contact with the World Master, he should have taught you how to retain previous memories," Xiao Bai said directly. "Now, we need the Artificial Lin Clan—and you are the only expert retaining this kind of memory, please help me."

Ran Bo’s neck slowly turned over, his bloodshot eyes staring at the researchers.

He smiled, the seven-colored face paint on his face glistening in the sunlight.

With his hands crossed gently on his knees, he chuckled softly:

"I once had Faith in Virdodo, but this God of Inspiration never favored me. In countless resets, my research results were wantonly altered by the Creator, I was slandered, cyber-bullied, doxxed, and ended up with nothing."

"Later I changed my faith to Kritchens, hoping the Dawn Goddess could grant me happiness and love. However, in countless resets, my Destiny still didn’t change. I tried to question Olivius those creators, but the favorites of the world never cared about the thoughts of a speck of dust in time."

"The grand edifice of science has long collapsed, yet I am still its Prisoner, unwillingly trying to pick up pearls in the ruins."

"What good does retaining memories of resets do? It only makes me more Despairing, more hateful, more powerless!"

"The dust of time falls on people like us, just like a giant mountain."

"Now, I begin to have Faith in Shitposter Demon Kasadia... I gradually understand that all things are bitter, my persistence is meaningless, the edifice of science has long gone, I should have understood earlier."

"Absurd! How absurd! The edifice of modern physics painstakingly built by humans over millions of years is no match for a suddenly appearing Strawberry Crisp! Ha ha, hahahaha...

"Floating apples defying Newton’s Law of Gravity, super-accelerated lead balls ignoring Galileo’s law, perpetual motion machines mocking Aristotle’s Wisdom... They appear so abruptly, yet seem so reasonable. With just a stroke of the pen, such a thing defying millennia of laws is born."

The researcher with black hair and white robe stood up, turned around, stretched out his arms, the seven-colored face paint on his face dazzling, like a qualified Believer of Shitposter, laughed wildly:

"Ha—hahahaha—hahahaha—!!"

"So, look! Gentlemen, ladies! Sentimental words replaced rational science!"

"Look! The Madman’s Inspiration replaced the beautiful and objective laws!

"Look! The unrestrained flowing Ink replaced the Complete order!"

"How delightful! How Joyous! What great fun this is! Laugh—laugh—!"

The absurd laughter filled the rooftop, and people showed shocked and sorrowful expressions.

The scientist in white laughed heartily, picked up the paint bucket beside him, and with a "splash," poured it on himself. Instantly, that rigorous and plain white coat was dyed in the colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.

The colorful pigments splashed onto his face, sliding down drop by drop. It flowed into his mouth, flowed into his neck.

Xiao Bai stood silently, tilting her head:

"...then why are you crying?"

She never understood the complexity of humans.

Some people laugh, but aren’t really happy. Some people cry, but seem truly happy.

The ultimate of Life is peaceful sobriety. The reason humans suffer is because they are sober without peace or peaceful without sobriety. Humans start chasing things that make them more and more unpeaceful the moment they are born. Once they catch them, they are peaceful; if not, they are sober.

Peace and sobriety never align, so even when life ends, they can’t reach the ultimate in their hearts. Thus, humans are always unwilling about the end of their life.

Xiao Bai has always been curious about why humans are so wondrous.

Crying when wanting to cry, laughing when wanting to laugh. Why cry while laughing, or laugh while crying—that person named Su Ming’an always liked doing that.

"I don’t know."

The man covered in seven-colored face paint tilted his head, his disheveled black hair swaying, and his face truly bore an expression of both crying and laughing.

"...I don’t know," he repeated.

Xiao Bai said, "If you help us, I can now appoint you as the chief manager of Queqiu Research Institute."

The others showed shocked expressions, indicating the importance of this Honor.

Yet Ran Bo still wore an expression that seemed neither crying nor not crying.

Xiao Bai said, "I can award you the Virdodo Award, something you have pursued your whole life, right?"

Ran Bo’s pupils tightened.

Xiao Bai said, "Also, I can exonerate your parents, telling everyone they shouldn’t have been burned to death, they were great people."

Ran Bo’s entire body was trembling.

Xiao Bai finally showed an expression of confusion: "What else do you want?"

Ran Bo suddenly threw away the paint bucket in his hand, his body covered in seven-colored face paint, staring at Xiao Bai:

"Xiao Que... I still need to ask Xiao Que! I want to ask him why! Why did he betray my parents, why did he alter my research!"

His excitement increased: "Yes, I want to see him! I can finally meet the person who so easily changed my life, the person like a pigeon flying freely..."

Xiao Bai and Hui Bai exchanged a glance, Xiao Bai shook his head: "Olivius is already dead. I’m afraid you’ll never get the answer."

In that instant, Ran Bo could hear nothing at all.

His mind suddenly became blank, as if everything he was obsessed with had slipped through his grasp.

He rested his cheek on his hand, and after a moment, gently, weakly, let out a laugh.

...

[—Who killed the hovering Raven atop the Tower?]

[Was it the vanished science, Inspiration, or that Strawberry Crisp?]

...

["Notice from Moma Biological Evolution Alliance to Luowasha": Fellow allies, after a carpet search, "Lighthouse Jellyfish" was still not found in the Eternal Sea.]

[Preliminary determination: "Lighthouse Jellyfish" is extinct.]

[Best regards.]

...

Daylight gradually intensified.

After leaving the small world, Su Ming’an found someone sitting outside the window.

—The person sat high on the streetlight, dressed in purple-green cat clothes, with purple hair swaying, golden eyes shimmering, handsome yet decadent features, and a teardrop mole at the corner of an eye.

In the sunlight, the person squinted, looking like a noble gold-eyed ragdoll cat.

"Su Ming’an, I have something to discuss with you," Qi Zhou said faintly.

"Hmm?" Su Ming’an responded.

"The World Master is heading towards the World Tree, intending to plunder all the books of the World Tree at the last moment and become the new master of [Eden]. He contacted Noel Agnes, intending to unite the two major High Dimensions behind Noel. I found an excuse to sneak out and tell you this," Qi Zhou said with his arms crossed.

...Noel Agnes.

It seems Noel has also finished the activity of slaying God and has begun the next step.

This synchronization is truly laughable.

As for the World Master’s actions, Su Ming’an wasn’t surprised. The World Master had already found a way to detach from IP, fulfilling the promise, henceforth no longer under Su Ming’an’s control.

Su Ming’an tilted his head up: "Qi Zhou, you are the World Master’s child, if the World Master becomes the new master, you would rise with him, why reveal this information to me?"

Qi Zhou said faintly with his arms crossed: "Whether it’s money or Honor, I don’t care about any of it, I only care about one thing... Su Ming’an, follow me."

Qi Zhou ran off into the distance, Su Ming’an followed.

Moments later, feeling Qi Zhou was too slow, Su Ming’an spread his white tendril wings, scooped up Qi Zhou with one hand, and flew into the air.

"You—!" Qi Zhou’s pupils shrank, his expression about to bristle.

"You point the way, I’ll fly," Su Ming’an said blandly.

They flew all the way over the Undead Territory, countless people looked up, exclaiming in awe.

"Look, those wings, it’s a miracle—!"

"It’s a deity, our Lighthouse God!"

"It’s the Old God Asasto, Old Leader, Torch of Wasteland, Lord of Dawn one hundred and two years ago, and after ten thousand years the Cloud City God of Pulaya..."

In order to collect faith, Su Ming’an instructed Boris to continue spreading the name, teachings, books, statues, and poetry of the ’Lighthouse God.’

He ultimately chose to sit on the divinity.

Ten minutes later, Su Ming’an arrived at an orphanage.

The children were in the big courtyard, making strawberry crisps with cream. As soon as Qi Zhou arrived, they quickly came over.

"Big brother... Big brother is here!"

"Cat Big Brother is here!"

"Cat Big Brother, this is my painting, look! It looks like you, right!"

In the face of these children, Qi Zhou’s stern face softened, the tear mole at the corner of his eye drooped slightly, and he leaned down to touch the heads of a few children.

"Xiaohua, how do you feel today? No asthma attacks, right?"

"Luoluo’s leg doesn’t hurt anymore, that’s good."

"I brought gifts today, a bag of cookies for each of you. Come, take them..."

"Brother, my face hurts a little..." A purple-haired girl came over, and Qi Zhou quickly squatted down to help tie her bandage, gently soothing her.

Su Ming’an looked at Qi Zhou, who was taking care of the children, as if he was seeing an illusion.

After finishing everything, Qi Zhou turned around and looked at Su Ming’an: "As you can see, this is everything I care about."

"I couldn’t tell you’re someone who likes children." Su Ming’an was surprised but not overly shocked.

"After all, these three hundred plus children." Qi Zhou lowered his eyes and slowly said:

"—are all my biological brothers and sisters."

Su Ming’an felt as if struck by lightning.

He looked at these children in shock, his pupils trembling.

Qi Zhou said, "Hum... World Master hates the Que sort of creators the most, yet when he picked up the pen himself, the Dragon Slayer also turned into an Evil Dragon."

... The World Master has given birth to way too many! World Master is the real Insect Queen!

After the initial shock, Su Ming’an felt puzzled: "Raising over three hundred children can’t help the World Master; what’s the point?"

Qi Zhou closed his eyes: "You know the concept of ’Card Star Upgrade,’ right."

Su Ming’an nodded: "I know it. Similar Originals mutually devour each other to grow increasingly strong."

Qi Zhou revealed a somewhat sinister smile: "So, that’s why these people are all children."

A sense of creeping dread climbed up Su Ming’an’s spine instantly.

He looked at these innocent, pure children and felt a heavy weight upon him.

Children signify no combat power, easily devoured, implying—these biological brothers and sisters of Qi Zhou were purposefully created by the World Master as food for Qi Zhou!

Rather than an orphanage, it’d be more apt to call this an Original human ranch!

"...I will not eat them." Faced with Su Ming’an’s gaze, Qi Zhou resolutely stated: "I would rather remain a weakling, under the control of the World Master living a stifling existence. I would never wish to become someone stripped of humanity!"

Su Ming’an’s view of Qi Zhou completely changed.

Initially, he thought Qi Zhou, as a grandchild, lived a somewhat pitiful life. But now, he understood, someone willing to live pitifully also embodied greatness.

"Wait a minute..." Su Ming’an quickly realized a more terrifying issue: "Originals can mutually devour; you’re also the World Master’s Original...!"

"Ah, that’s right." But Qi Zhou seemed to have long thought of this, and said calmly:

"I know why the World Master is nurturing me."

"He’s long been tormented and driven mad by pollution; he just wants to seize all books from the World Tree, become the new master of Luowasha, strong enough to free himself from pollution."

"I am his long-cultivated food; when he succeeds, he will certainly devour me to supplement his power."

Su Ming’an felt a chilling dread.

The World Master created over three hundred siblings as grandchildren for Qi Zhou to devour. If these over three hundred siblings grew up safely, each could write over three hundred great-grandchildren, increasing exponentially.

—An infinite self-devouring chain.

"Since you know the World Master harbors ill intentions for you, you should leave him as soon as possible." Su Ming’an suggested: "You can stay by my side, which would count as saving your life."

He didn’t dislike Qi Zhou; Qi Zhou just liked having a stern face and had no major flaw.

Qi Zhou laughed.

His cat suit shook, his dignified golden eyes narrowed:

"No, I don’t plan to escape."

"I am the person the World Master trusts most; he won’t guard against me."

"Noel is currently with the World Master, if I can relay the World Master’s coordinates to you in real-time, you’d essentially know Noel’s real-time whereabouts."

"This is very helpful for you to win this battle, isn’t it?"

At this moment, Su Ming’an’s heart shivered.

He suddenly understood why Qi Zhou came to find him.

"This is a communication device." Qi Zhou took off one of the cat ears on his cat suit and placed it in Su Ming’an’s hand: "I will relay the World Master’s coordinates to you in real time, letting you know Noel’s movements in real-time. Of course, once I do this, it means I cannot escape from the World Master and will eventually be devoured by him."

"In trade, after I die, you must protect all the children here, preventing them from being eaten by the World Master. I know you’re strong and responsible; among the people I know, only you can accomplish this task."

"Once everything settles, if you’re willing to come to my grave and offer a bouquet of flowers, I would be very happy."

"This is the deal I want to make with you, Su Ming’an."

Su Ming’an accepted the cat ear.

He remained silent for a while; children spun around their legs, misunderstanding the gravity of the cat ear big brother’s sacrifice.

"Cat Ear Big Brother, want a strawberry crisp?"

"Big brother, could you stay a bit longer?"

"Big brother, Xiaomei likes you..."

Su Ming’an lowered his head and whispered, "Okay."

He wanted to see more of these children.

This might be Qi Zhou’s last time seeing them.

The champion of the first Disciple Game, a wise and sensitive individual, seemingly nonchalant, was always concerned about others.

Life was fraught with difficulties; only now did they truly connect. Would things have ended differently had they known each other earlier?

Qi Zhou pressed his face against the children’s cheeks, seemingly indifferent to farewells.

Just as Su Ming’an was about to leave, Qi Zhou suddenly said:

"In the initial six-to-one selection, why didn’t you choose me?"

If you initially chose me, would we not have had to wait until this point to speak like this? Would I not need to pay with my life?

The sound of hyacinths brush against the lawn as Su Ming’an heard the heartbeat of overlapping leaves.

"...because Xi Li’s white hair was quite eye-catching." Su Ming’an said.

This answer made Qi Zhou chuckle and cry simultaneously. He waved his hand, turned around, no longer looking at Su Ming’an and took his leave.

The wind carried his final light voice:

...

"Is that so. I lost to such a reason..."

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