Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1619 - 71: Saints and Sinners (Part 4)
Hui Zi staggered back: "Why, why did he shoot himself, I clearly let him go..."
"You bewildered him for a couple of seconds, he saw your beauty." Su Ming’an said.
"Just, just that?"
"Because he saw beauty, suddenly awakened, realizing he was no longer himself." Su Ming’an said flatly, "A man who has always been blind saw light for the first time, but he realized that only in death could he forever remember this sliver of light, and as long as he lived, he would shoot again and again to erase this light..."
"I, I don’t understand." Hui Zi said hesitantly.
"You really are a well-protected child." Su Ming’an said. At the same time, he was also thinking, why did that captain say a "Su" in the end?
At this moment, due to the gunfire, soldiers gradually surrounded the building.
Su Ming’an was about to let Hui Zi break through, when suddenly it became very quiet around.
The sound of footsteps disappeared, the sound of gunfire disappeared, the sound of fabric friction also disappeared.
He looked up and suddenly found - the sky was dark.
The sky turned into a pure ink color, so black it was bewildering. Then, a white rift appeared. Wang Xingkong squinted at the strong light, tears uncontrollably spilling out.
"Boom——!"
Two silhouettes, hanging beneath the cracked firmament.
One person, with white hair cascading down like a silver waterfall, his figure seemingly transparent like glass, with light penetrating his body, and one’s able to glimpse the flowing blood. He slightly leaned back, lazily and dependently leaning on the silent figure behind.
The silhouette behind was wrapped in a wide and thick black robe, the hood pulled down low, covering most of the face.
They hung beneath the stormy firmament, lightning roamed like a silver dragon, thunder rumbling like a giant drum.
"Who are they?" The soldiers struggled to stand up, frantically running back.
"Run, run!"
"Hurry..."
The muddleheaded Si Nian patted his head hard, pushing Su Ming’an and Chen Yuhang: "Go! This isn’t something we can get involved in!"
At this time, the young man in the sky laughed softly: "It’s right here, I smell a connection of bloodlines. It couldn’t possibly be my noble big brother. Could it be my third sister? But the third sister shouldn’t appear here... Am I perhaps going to inexplicably gain a sibling?"
Su Ming’an looked up at the pitch-black sky.
This is the strength of a High-class Race... An entire camp of soldiers, all as tiny as ants. A thousand calculations, ten thousand experiences, are not equal to one finger of a High-class Race.
He already recognized those two—the Rin Clan brother, and the Black Robed Man who once kidnapped the Rin Clan brother.
The Black Robed Man in front of him had clearly changed... tampered with by the Radiant Mother God. This is the IF line of "the Rin Clan brother, who is innately an evil seed, encountering an unfavorable Black Robed Man."
If he hadn’t crossed the sea and had set off directly from Luowasha, the World Master of Eden might not have been Ming, but this Rin Clan brother.
In the air, the Rin Clan extended a hand, five fingers long and slender, pressing softly.
As if it was just a single frame, erased gently by an eraser. At the tip of the young man’s finger, a vast expanse of barracks, watchtowers, soldiers, all shapes, edges, colors... were forcibly melted by an invisible force in an instant.
They turned into a puddle of pure white, as if suddenly wiped away by an "eraser!"
The soldiers who were running, roaring in the charge one second, were like candles thrown into a flame the next second. They flailed in terror, arms stirring uselessly in the viscous slurry, melting and disappearing rapidly from toes, calves, waists...
The cold raindrops pierced through the suffocating silence, landing on Su Ming’an’s suddenly contracting pupils.
He lowered his head, his gaze nailed one foot in front of him—a soldier who had been closest to him had silently turned into nothingness.
"...Oh." The young man with white hair looked down, gazing at him: "So you’re here."
Wang Xingkong was frightened by this scene, falling to the ground, looking in shock at Su Ming’an—was this terrifying guy looking for Su Ming’an!?
"Tap."
The young man with white hair landed lightly, bending over to observe Su Ming’an.
"So, it was a younger brother." The young man with white hair straightened up, flicking his fingers: "The Rin Clan are triplets, this is the first time I’ve heard of a fourth. Good little brother, why are you out here?"
"What was that weapon just now?" Su Ming’an said calmly.
Seeing that Su Ming’an wasn’t afraid of him at all, the young man with white hair was intrigued and explained: "Erasure, my Rin Clan ability."
"But you didn’t manage to erase me just now." Su Ming’an replied.
"Hmm... between siblings, there’s always some resistance to each other’s Rin Clan abilities." The young man with white hair laughed playfully.
"You’ve been taught wrong."
"Anyway, this is the territory of Princess Chenghua, and she is my elder brother’s sworn sister. I was going to destroy this place from the start." The young man with white hair shrugged: "Weakening the opponent to survive is normal."
Su Ming’an waved his hand behind his back, signaling Si Nian and Wang Xingkong to leave.
"They can’t leave." The young man with white hair immediately blocked.
Suddenly, a gun barrel pressed against his chin.
In Su Ming’an’s hand was the "Hunt of Glory" shotgun.
"You..." The young man with white hair was taken aback.
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"Ding Dong!"
[NPC (Su Qi) Favorability: 30+20!]
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"I hate when people point guns at me the most, who would’ve thought you’d actually do it, you’re amazing!" The young man with white hair clapped and laughed: "I’m starting to like you."
Su Ming’an immediately flew up and kicked the young man with white hair on the forehead.
...
"Ding Dong!"
[NPC (Su Qi) Favorability: 50+30!]
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Getting kicked hard, the young man with white hair retreated repeatedly, touched the shoe print, and laughed out loud: "Interesting! Interesting! I like you! Alright, let’s let them go!"
Wang Xingkong was left dumbfounded—whatever was this legendary Rin Clan, some kind of masochist? What was all this?!
He exchanged a glance with Si Nian, seeing shock in each other’s eyes.
"Go." Su Ming’an whispered softly.
Wang Xingkong decisively pulled Si Nian and ran, quickly disappearing into the black and white quagmire.
Su Ming’an still wanted to quickly stroke the Rin Clan’s face, when the Black Robed Man walked over.
"Let’s go back." The Black Robed Man said flatly.
"Whatever you say." The young man with white hair depended greatly on him.
However, Su Ming’an saw clearly from the side, the Black Robed Man’s favorability had no change at all... which means, the Black Robed Man didn’t care about the Rin Clan being beaten.
"You’ve mistaken someone who doesn’t love you for a father." Su Ming’an said.
Perhaps the favorability was already high enough, this time the Rin Clan wasn’t angry, laughed: "He’s just my servant."
A master trained in reverse... Su Ming’an looked at the oblivious Rin Clan.
"By the way, you’re Servant No.4." The Rin Clan looked at Su Ming’an.
Su Ming’an came up with a touch, using physical education, even the Black Robed Man had no time to stop it.
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"Ding Dong!"
[NPC (Su Qi) Favorability: 80 + 5!]
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A pair of deep eyes gaze at Su Ming’an from beneath the black robe.
Su Ming’an keeps his hands behind his back. After encountering the Rin Clan, his palm started to melt... Such a unique Ability of the Rin Clan.
It’s almost like... an eraser.
...
In the early morning hours, Su Ming’an arrives at the residence of the Rin Clan.
—To his surprise, it’s not a luxurious palace, but a steel-gray Experimental City.
"Servant Number One got me out of the lab and made me realize everyone wants me to become the World Master," Su Qi says, hands on hips indignantly. "Our journey is to the Stars and the sea, how can we be confined to a small world! I want to go to the Universe, to Space! So, to fulfill my wish, I’m going to swallow both my brother and sister, become the last of the Rin Clan, and ascend to High Dimensions!"
"Pa-pa-pa—" The Black Robed Man applauds, looking gratified.
Su Qi arranges a luxurious room for Su Ming’an to stay in, then goes off to be busy: "Brother, I’ll come find you later!"
Su Ming’an sits on a soft big bed, quietly waiting.
At the deepest part of the night, a shadow emerges from the darkness, instantly clutching Su Ming’an’s neck.
"...You should not have returned," the Black Robed Man says coldly.
"The favorability has not changed at all... Are you someone from outside Luowasha?" Su Ming’an replies calmly.
The Black Robed Man leans closer, whispering in Su Ming’an’s ear: "Su Ming’an, wouldn’t it be better to leave with the small world... I thought you were smart, insist on coming back, what good result can you expect? Do you really think you can fight against those eyes?"
"Are you one of the Awakeners? Indeed, I will confront you all," Su Ming’an says.
The Black Robed Man tightens his grip, ready to kill!
In an instant, the Black Robed Man’s figure is blown away, white tendrils erupt suddenly from Su Ming’an’s back, growing outward, shattering the roof, fingers clenched tightly!
Everything around instantly turns into solidified still life, like boiling steam, then a line of Spatial Rift emerges, accompanied by terrifying rumbling!
"Boom—!"
With a flash of movement, Su Ming’an, surrounded by Cross Light, waves his right hand, the Sword of Yarman transforms into golden light, slicing straight at the window!
Smoke rises abruptly, dust boils, a cacophony of collapsing bricks fills the ears, the silhouette of the Black Robed Man is buried in ashes, Su Ming’an flashes again, quickly leaving the place.
He has just exposed a moment of power, unsure if the Radiant Mother Goddess noticed.
He immediately withdraws his power, rolls into the shadows, discarding all Divine Power defenses, reverting to the unremarkable Chen Yuhang, inconspicuous.
At this moment.
His figure stops mid-air.
"Swish."
Golden hair sways in the wind, a familiar face close to his shoulder, pupils reveal a clear blue.
—It’s the patron of the drama house, "Miao Yin Rose."
Su Ming’an sees a pale, transparent hand reaching out from his chest, gripping his heart like holding a red apple, followed by a hoarse voice from behind:
"In this identity, you cannot reveal true power, or the Mother Goddess will discover you immediately."
"As a ’Saint,’ you can only be a ’Saint.’ Don’t do anything out-of-bounds because now you are bright, clean, and flawless."
"And as a ’Sinner’... you can become the Evil Dragon waiting to be slain."
Blood trickles from the corner of Su Ming’an’s mouth as he slowly turns his head.
He faces a pair of blue eyes he hasn’t seen in ages, now seeming unfamiliar.
—Is it a altered fan fiction, or a disguised original? The style, however, is just like it.
"I’ll cover up the traces here for you, just die a bit, don’t get discovered." Miao Yin Rose says, "Next, it’s up to you. This is something only you can do, only you can walk this path..."
"Bang!"
He crushes his heart, as if shattering a rose.
Su Ming’an’s eyes turn dark suddenly, his head droops.
...
Candlelight flickers in, Su Ming’an opens his eyes.
Honestly, that guy babbled a lot about Sinners and Saints riddles, Su Ming’an didn’t quite understand.
He thought he would return to the archive...but instead finds himself amidst wafting warm fragrance, pure white curtains, and a magnificent domed ceiling.
He tries to get up—only to find himself lying in an ice coffin, surrounded by flowers.
Ding-dong—ding-dong—
Someone approaches, he immediately closes his eyes.
He senses someone beside the ice coffin not moving for a long time, he stealthily opens his eyes a sliver, seeing the person with golden hair, praying solemnly with closed eyes.
Su Ming’an quickly closes his eyes until he feels the person leave, then slowly opens his eyes.
He finds himself wearing a white robe, with golden adornments on his neck, wrists, and ankles, the collar and cuffs embroidered with gold thread, a belt of jade and Moonstone hanging from his waist.
The crystal chandelier dangles, draped with thousands of crystals and pearls. The sofa is as wide as a bed, scattered with velvet and gold-thread pillows. Around the hall lie low tables, couches, and vases, the air soaked in honey and aged wine.
"Bang!"
He punches, discovering his tremendous Strength, shattering the ice coffin.
Bare feet tread on soft carpet, he walks to the floor mirror, looking at his face in the mirror—
The face in the mirror is his own.
A deathly pale complexion, like a corpse freshly undergone Rebirth.
"Your Highness." A female voice comes from behind.
...
On the other side.
The afternoon sun casts dappled shadows, in the corner tea house by the window, sit a few young people with distinct temperaments.
They are the ones who have shuttled through...history Teacher Lü Shu, aspiring student Lin Yin, Battlefield Reporter Zhao Yuan, and banker Lu.
Lü Shu wears a long gray-blue summer cloth robe washed to a pale hue, a pair of round-framed glasses perched on his nose, the whole person like a faded scholarly painting, reserved and serene.
Opposite him sits student Lin Yin, wearing a blue student outfit, top and trousers, collar fastened with a brass school emblem, styled with trendy side-parted short hair, hair jet-black and stiff, appearing very spirited.
Leaned against the doorframe is Battlefield Reporter Zhao Yuan, just back from the front lines, a heavy leather camera case slung at his side, dressed in a dark shirt for ease of movement, jodhpurs tucked into deep brown knee-high military boots.
At the outermost table, sipping tea leisurely, is banker Lu, surrounded by exquisite imported goods, clad in a well-tailored dark gray suit, tied with a wine-red silk tie, hair fixed impeccably by pomade.
The four glance at each other, seeing each other’s distinctive attire, holding back laughter faintly.
"It feels like a collective role-play murder mystery," Zhao Yuan couldn’t help but laugh.
"Why am I still a student," Lin Yin scratches her head.
"Let’s act separately, with Xiber, Sharina, Chao Yan, Bei Wang, and others watching the original timeline, there won’t be any issues in the short term." Lu opens a gilded Pocket Watch, checks the Time: "This final showdown cannot be left solely to Su Ming’an."
With a gentle brush of gray-blue long robes, Lü Shu adjusts his glasses, rising:
"Let’s go, we set off."
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