Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1609 - 65: The Wedding

[The immersive pain and detached wisdom, you can only choose one.]

[Will you become a sinner-like saint or a saint-like sinner?]

[Although it’s a drama under the strings in His hand, we can still perform our story.]

[Please wait for me in the spring of the future.]

[——You have triggered the eighth story·"Sinners and Saints"]

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[You have completed the ninth story·"The Nameless Struggle"]

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"Ding-dong!"

[You have completed the seventh ring of the Perfect Pass mission·"Borges’ Library"]

[You have received the mission reward: Awakener ability: Game Core*1]

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[You have triggered the Perfect Pass mission·Eighth Ring·"Kiss of Antetolia."]

[Mission requirement: Leap to "Kasar Country’s Attic."]

[Mission reward: Awakener ability*1]

[Mission note: "Angels cannot step into Hell, but they will wait for you who walk towards Hell."]

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The pages of the book rolled grandly, the black-haired young man holding a blood-red balance, smoking a pipe.

He wore a smoky gray long coat, with deep green patterns, gently holding a pipe in his fingers, with a warm wooden color, light blue smoke curling out, like threads and strands tangling with his raven-black hair. It was as if a living ink scroll hung on the wall of time, vivid and lively.

His gaze gently swept over the surroundings, like glass washed by water, clear and peaceful.

"...Indeed, I want to talk to you." The black-haired young man said, "Come on."

He tore open a rift in space, inviting Su Ming’an inside, but Su Ming’an turned to Su Wenjun:

"Are you staying here?"

"I have detached from everything, I have become a pure ’reader’... Just like this." Su Wenjun sat on the bookshelf, head down reading the pages.

Su Ming’an knew that this library was a semblance of the universe; Su Wenjun seemed to sit on the bookshelf, head down reading pages, but was actually sitting amid the universe’s void, watching the stories of the planets from afar. It was just presented to humans in an easy-to-understand form.

This is good too.

Su Wenjun, you are free now.

Su Ming’an held Xiao Su’s hand, looked at him: "Come on, I’ll show you the truth of the universe."

Xiao Su’s eyes flickered, his biggest horizon limited to the Disciple Game inside, hadn’t even stepped out of Luowasha’s domain, much less known there’s more world beyond the world.

"Friend, you are..." Xiao Su murmured.

"Do you want to bring him along?" The black-haired youth smiled lightly: "Recklessly knowing how vast the world is, the Disciple Game he thought of as everything is merely a game within a game—this impact might make him suffer."

"I don’t want to see you die without consciousness in the cabinet." Su Ming’an looked at Xiao Su: "Come on, no matter your essence, whether written or copied, I believe ’I’ won’t collapse knowing the truth, nor will I ever resist walking towards the truth."

Hearing this, Xiao Su was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily.

"Mm!"

"Friend, let’s go!"

He had vaguely realized how small his world once was. But even if it’s small, it’s his everything. If those Zhai Xing old friends in his eyes are counterfeit products... he still wants to protect them.

He followed Su Ming’an, leaving not to fly like a bird towards freedom to never return, but to come back to protect the warm soil after knowing the truth.

"Let’s go."

Su Ming’an held Xiao Su’s hand, one step at a time, leading him away from this mire.

"—Wait a moment!"

Yet a shout came from somewhere.

Su Ming’an hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes, and soon departed from the Cosmic Library—this was merely a perceived illusion, and when he didn’t want to look, it would vanish.

He returned to the campus, seeing all the contestants gathered here while Shen Xue lay on the ground, wrapped in silk threads.

"Don’t go, you aren’t allowed to leave...!" She stared at him fiercely, reaching her hand toward him. All the kaidan vanished, only she remained here like a vengeful spirit unable to rest.

"Swish!"

Lü Shu stabbed with a knife.

Blood splattered on his face, he closed his eyes briefly, then said indifferently: "In the third instance, we could kill you once, we can kill you a second time."

Shen Xue stared blankly at Su Ming’an, then suddenly laughed out loud:

"Actually, I just need a little love... just a little love..."

Before, she had liked a pen that belonged to Su Ming’an, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over it, and once mentioned to him that she thought it looked great, he just smiled. She thought it was something very precious, so she didn’t insist further.

Until one day, passing by a window, she saw Su Ming’an comforting a deskmate who performed poorly in exams, handing the pen to them: "When I used it, I wrote essays well, if you use it for practice, you’ll do better next time."

That moment, she realized it wasn’t the pen that was so precious... she just wasn’t precious enough in his eyes.

In these days and nights, she repeatedly had nightmares, many were of her attending his wedding. He walked towards the wedding hall in a suit, while she could only stand unwillingly below the stage with other guests, watching him wave to the guests, holding flowers walking towards happiness...

She wasn’t willing, she was jealous, she hated, her eyes like knives towards the bride, wanting badly to tear off the bride’s white veil! What a face more beautiful than hers must it be!

Under the spotlight of the wedding hall, the bride turned her head, it was a bright blue planet, smiling so happily.

Shen Xue woke up from this incomparable horror again and again.

Why wasn’t she the one standing beside him!

Why!

"Great Benefactor, what to do with her?" Zhou Sheng rubbed his hands, saying. Now, in their eyes, Su Ming’an was a super golden thigh leading them through the levels.

Su Ming’an was about to speak when Shen Xue screamed, turning into gray smoke and vanishing into the hall.

She was a kaidan, not a normal life form, he shook his head, "There’s no need to care about her."

In the past, he might have been somewhat panicked, now he was completely at peace.

She was no longer the Shen Xue he knew. The Shen Xue from before at least knew how to talk about "love," but now she was merely a shell that had hardened with the passing of time.

"Are you leaving?" Lü Shu looked at him. "Where are you going?"

"You’ll see me again," Su Ming’an smiled.

"...We’re waiting for you," Lü Shu said firmly.

Without lingering any longer, Su Ming’an took Xiao Su’s hand and stepped into the black-haired youth’s space fissure.

At this moment, Xiao Nuo arrived with a group of contestants, a step behind. He looked shocked as Xiao Su rushed towards the universe and shouted, "Where are you going? Aren’t you coming back?"

Xiao Su waved his hand, already too late to explain.

Xiao Nuo stood there, murmuring, "...You must have hidden reasons to go with him, rushing towards the universe..."

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"...Cat Boss is an independent existence separated from the Eleventh Thrones." Chen Qingguang’s first sentence shocked Su Ming’an.

"Is that so," Su Ming’an murmured. No wonder Cat Boss had the bloody scales, black hair, and dark eyes; could it be traits of the Eleventh Thrones?

"There’s one more thing," Chen Qingguang said, "In ancient times, Holy Initiation was a powerful high-dimensional being in the universe, creating many civilizations, and ’Ming Hui’ was one of them."

They walked along a pitch-black path, with the sound of water trickling and a starry sky above.

"Ming Hui is Holy Initiation’s small world?" Su Ming’an’s pupils shrank. He truly hadn’t considered this angle.

In his eyes, Ming Hui was a very complete high-magic civilization, yet it was created by Holy Initiation.

"Most civilizations are born naturally, but some are created by high dimensions, evolving over long ages to even surpass natural civilizations in richness and splendor." Chen Qingguang mentioned, lighting his pipe with a light laugh, "Who knows, perhaps in a thousand years, your small world will become the universe’s greatest civilization."

Su Ming’an shook his head; that future is still very distant.

"After creating numerous civilizations, high-dimensional Holy Initiation divided many of its avatars among various civilizations," Chen Qingguang said.

"So the Holy Initiation I encountered in Ming Hui was an avatar of the high-dimensional Holy Initiation..." Su Ming’an nodded; this wasn’t entirely unexpected. "So, Holy Initiation isn’t truly dead..."

"No." A pipe pressed against his chin, the black-haired youth’s face shadowed by a smile. "Have you heard of the ’tragedy of the Creator’?"

"What do you mean?"

"We don’t know what Holy Initiation was thinking back then... It used multiple avatars to walk among civilizations, ultimately choosing to merge its consciousness with the avatar in Ming Hui." The black-haired youth explained, "So, at that moment, you truly killed Holy Initiation. Until the end, facing the sword tip calmly, there were clearly countless ways to survive, yet it chose not to."

"...What?" Su Ming’an lifted his head sharply.

"Could it be that it was redeeming its brother? Who would believe such a reason?" Chen Qingguang said, "Maybe it lived too long and truly didn’t want to live anymore. In any case, the real Holy Initiation is dead; the silver sparrow you see now is merely the first avatar it divided."

...Would a Creator really die for a tiny life in their world?

Su Ming’an found it inconceivable, struggling to comprehend the thoughts of longevity species. Tales have told of witches dying for the children they cared for, but he still couldn’t believe...

That Holy Initiation, truly dead? Was it killed by him in Ming Hui?

The silver sparrow conversing with the Lord of Dreams, merely an avatar left by Holy Initiation.

He tried to recall the expression in Holy Initiation’s eyes when he struck... but too much time had passed, and at that moment, he couldn’t have fathomed such things. It was bound to be an unsolved mystery — why did Holy Initiation choose to face death, unknown to anyone now.

"The conversation you heard in Cat Boss’s laboratory was indeed from one of Holy Initiation’s avatars, as it had conducted Rin Clan-related experiments in Luowasha, that was its conversation with the Rin Clan," Chen Qingguang explained.

"Which generation of Rin Clan?" Su Ming’an asked.

"Which generation?" Chen Qingguang glanced at Su Ming’an. "The Rin Clan has only ever had one generation."

Casually mentioning a rather extraordinary fact again.

At this point, they arrived at a space resembling an Ancient Greek debating arena, which Su Ming’an had visited once before the start of the Eleventh Instance when those high-dimensional beings discussed how to divide and conquer Su Ming’an.

Now, the situation was completely reversed. Su Ming’an possessed the method of a perfect path, like he was forcing them.

When Su Ming’an came here, their gazes were no longer as sharp as before. The Sixth Thrones·Inorganic God had been countered, and the Seventh Thrones Eternal Lord had been driven away, causing them to subtly fear this torch-bearing bread.

Twelve ivory pillars stood tall; the Fourth Thrones, Ninth Thrones, Tenth Thrones, and Eleventh Thrones were present, making the place feel empty.

"Good evening, today is a sparse attendance," Su Ming’an waved.

The four high-dimensional beings exchanged glances.

The Third Thrones Shitposter Demon had elusive movements; the Fifth Thrones Starfire was recovering; the Eighth Thrones was in Luowasha; the Twelfth Thrones was in dreams, remaining only a few here.

The moment he stepped in, the gentle young man at Su Ming’an’s side instantly transformed into a snow-white big rabbit.

"Darling is here! Haven’t seen darling for ages, missed terribly, enduring it was unbearable..." The rabbit twisted about, giving off an eerie feeling.

Su Ming’an responded with silence.

He deduced Chen Qingguang was Boss Rabbit by piecing together information from each of Chen Qingguang’s appearances. Xiao Na had mentioned Boss Rabbit used to be normal and became insane due to mandatory nurturing enforced by the world game. Chen Qingguang’s relationship with Boss Rabbit was roughly akin to Xiao Su’s relationship with him. Of course, he was reluctant to compare himself to Boss Rabbit...

"You better change back." Su Ming’an said.

"Oh dear, in that form, I can’t sustain for long, must stop right here~" Boss Rabbit shifted nervously.

...It seemed it could regain short-term clarity, but not for long.

More than one person, it actually felt rather nuanced, like two personas within a single identity.

Su Ming’an leaped up, landing on the sixth column; since the Inorganic God was no longer, let him stand here and look eye to eye with these high-dimensional beings.

"...I knew you could do it." The unwilling-to-show brother still didn’t wish to appear, but sounded thrilled.

"To clarify, I don’t care about ’Observation Break’." The Fourth Thrones Aria remained neutral.

"It’s okay; I didn’t intend for your help in the first place," Su Ming’an shrugged. "I just suddenly realized, reaching this point, the world game can align with my objectives."

He said calmly, "The aim of the world game is the ’perfection’ of the entire universe. I always wondered, what is the definition of ’perfection’? Now I finally understand... ’perfection’ has no definition; all that’s needed is for those responsible for defining it to disappear."

"Do you all... wish to be relieved? If the entire universe is ’perfect,’ the world game loses its reason to exist, freeing you from being bounded here like prisoners."

"—Just eradicate those eyes judging whether it’s ’perfect,’ and it can be achieved."

No need for elaborate rhetorical skill, just understanding this point, indeed their goals converged.

The Ninth Thrones remained silent; it had conflict with Su Ming’an in the past.

At this juncture, the Tenth Thrones, silently participating in every meeting, never engaging in position discussions, always neutral, slowly spoke:

"...I can collaborate with you."

"I know the schemes of Radiant Mother God and Noel Agnini. They will be the final obstacles."

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