Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1632 - 53: The Supreme Sun Mermaid and the Innocents’ Gathering (17)
"Go ahead."
"If there’s a chance, please take him away from here. Humanity has ill intentions towards him, neither world has treated him well. I entrust him to you, please take him to a place completely safe and happy... far from people like us."
With these words, Hui Bai glanced sideways: "...Su Ming’an."
Su Ming’an did not reveal that he came through a dream, but Hui Bai had already discerned that this Su Qing was not the real Su Qing.
"You really are clever." Su Ming’an said.
"Thanks for the compliment."
Su Ming’an took one last look at the room glowing with red light, a blonde youth standing with hands behind his back. This might be the last time he would see the original Hui Bai.
Outside the glass, chaos surged like waves. The blonde youth gazed at the tumult, unfazed even with mountains collapsing before him. Compared to Hui Bai of later generations, he was more like a steadfast rock standing tall and unmoving.
Sadly, this farewell would be forever.
"Go ahead." Hui Bai murmured, "I leave it to you."
"And I shall remain here."
The elevator’s panel blocked the golden silhouette, and finally, Su Ming’an heard their conversation.
"Hui Bai, you defend this place, I’ll go check on the Splendid Star."
"Ante... that planet isn’t friendly to us. If you go there rashly... "
"Rest assured, my strength is enough for my protection. I want to see if I can assist Kasadia. He’s so timid, afraid even of horror films, I can’t leave him there alone."
"Please, survive."
"Certainly, we’re still waiting for Su Ming’an and the others to meet in the future."
However, in Su Ming’an’s impression, these top players... aside from Blake and Rock who luckily transformed into high-class races, the majority left no trace in history, nor did they wait for the hundreds of millions in the future.
Farewell, Antetolia. Farewell, Ludwig...
Su Ming’an closed his eyes, the elevator descending rapidly.
...
Scenes of brutality floated before Su Ming’an.
The "hometown," "ideal," "sacrifice" spoken by the noble seemed distant and pale in the face of the primal fear of survival. For the vast majority, practicing these elusive concepts was far less critical than finding a weapon or a clean piece of food.
"My hand! My hand turned into claws! How will I operate instruments in the future?!" wailed a distraught engineer.
"Mom... where are you, mom? I can’t see you anymore!" A child transformed into a dwarf cried helplessly.
More people curled up in corners, unable to accept reality. Some had scales covering their bodies, others had grown feathers. The air was filled with the sound of shattered glass, unknown devices exploding, the wails of the injured, the cries of those who lost loved ones...
The cacophony was suffocating, suspicion and mistrust spreading like a plague.
"It was Hui Bai and those top players from Antetolia who wanted us to fuse with this planet! That’s why it became like this!"
"They must have reached some agreement, making us the sacrificial lambs!"
"I shouldn’t have boarded this voyage. Why was I the one in eleven to suffer this fate? I want to live! I don’t want to be a hero!"
"Mom... I can’t go back..."
"There’s a riot in the seventh agricultural district! Someone tried to seize the seed reserves!"
"Pressure leak in lower D zone! Urgent assistance needed! I repeat, urgent assistance needed!"
"There’s... there’s a monster in corridor B12! It attacked many people!"
Su Ming’an moved through the chaos, his senses assaulted by piercing noise, twisted faces, and out-of-control scenes. He had to quickly find Su Liujin—the weak young boy who just left the life support pod, in extremely dire straits.
Su Ming’an overheard a few discussing the severity of the situation: "Most of us are just ordinary players, our combat power only one thousand, two thousand... asking us to enter that world and face so many high-class races is a death sentence! Is there no way for ordinary people to break free of their bloodline limits and protect themselves?"
"No way!" One person said dejectedly, "In that civilization, bloodline is the iron law! Lower races can’t resist the higher races, ordinary people can’t even wield weapons! I’ve transformed into an ordinary rabbit person, I’m doomed!"
"We’re all doomed!"
—No.
Su Ming’an suddenly thought of something.
—There is a way, under the relentless iron curtain of world rules, for ordinary people to break their bloodline limitations and wield the power to protect themselves!
Though humans were at the bottom of the food chain, like ants before high-class races, they weren’t utterly devoid of hope.
...
["Yijulai’er, when humans migrated from the First Epoch to this world, Kasadia turned a peaceful world into one filled with fantastical dangers," the old man said, "But we—we have our own weapons. We possess wisdom, calm, and the profoundly unwilling fantasy."]
["Master..." the pink-haired girl murmured.]
[The old man patted the pink-haired girl’s shoulder: "The First Epoch was called the ’Age of Darkness’, humans as the lowest on the food chain quickly reduced by half. But in our Second Epoch, the most resplendent gemstone, ’Genesis,’ appeared. As long as one is willing to write their own story, anyone can change their fate. From then on, we were no longer the lowest on the food chain but could soar in the skies."]
...
Su Ming’an suddenly recalled this dialogue, seen in Sique’s memory.
At that time, he thought he had witnessed a scene where the former Olivius was handing over to the previous Olivius.
But now, he realized something was amiss—the Yijulai’er in the image was just an eight or nine-year-old girl, born during the Second Epoch, yet she had clearly existed under the World Tree long before humans arrived. So when exactly did this scene of her conversing with the old man as a girl take place?
Since the timing didn’t match, there was only one possibility left—the space wasn’t correct!
This scene did not take place in the Luowasha known to Su Ming’an!
Or rather, it happened in a very similar "Luowasha·Mirror of Creation," one that also experienced four epochs of "Luowasha·Mirror of Creation!"
—There isn’t just one "Luowasha·Mirror of Creation!"
Yijulai’er was born in this "Luowasha·Mirror of Creation’s" Second Epoch, and after its destruction, she moved to the next "Luowasha·Mirror of Creation," becoming the person who guarded the World Tree at the beginning of creation, the "Luowasha·Mirror of Creation" in front of Su Ming’an!
"More precisely, I shouldn’t use ’Luowasha·Mirror of Creation’ because I don’t yet know the previous civilization’s name." Su Ming’an pondered, "Did the previous civilization also have the Kasadia betrayal narrative? Is it a namesake? The Original? Altered by the Lord of Dreams? Or is Sique’s memory embellished?"
He temporarily put aside this line of thought, as it was unrelated to the current situation. The reason he recalled this memory was because it mentioned a concept—
— "Genesis!"
Genesis is the best weapon for ordinary people! With enough inspiration and imagination, anyone can change their fate.
So, Luowasha’s "Genesis" appeared because—
Su Ming’an, with sudden enlightenment, lifted his head.
...
["Saints and Sinners" completion: 50%]
...
The Ark was tumultuous as a tide, when everyone reached the extreme of despair, staring through the portholes at that ruthless new world of survival of the fittest—
An unexpected change occurred.
Over the vast ocean and endless forest, on the planet’s surface, a cluster of flames ignited!
Precisely the location of the World Tree!
The dazzling glow even once surpassed the World Tree itself, as if a sun was rising within the planet!
"Whoosh—!"
Amid the radiant splendor, a majestic and sacred figure slowly ascended from the light mass.
His form was immense, composed of the brightest and purest brilliance, his face indistinct, yet emanating a divinity that compelled all beings to want to bow. A divine ring slowly rotated behind his head, and countless wings of light unfolded behind him, showering warm, hope-filled golden rain, while a vast unbounded eye silently watched the humans of the Ark who were merging.
—This was the image of the [Radiant Mother God] as portrayed by future believers, symbolizing order, protection, and hope in Su Ming’an’s memory! 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
A grand, kind, dignified voice resounded in the depths of every intelligent being’s soul, whether humans inside the Ark or the newly born native races on the planet, clearly "hearing" this oracle:
"Lost lambs, fear not the upheaval of destiny."
The voice soothed countless restless souls.
"The rules of genesis shall be established, and the hierarchy of bloodline is not the absolute shackle."
His radiance seemed to focus on the Ark, a warm gaze that felt undeniably real.
"Whatever belief reaches, whatever ink touches, whatever imagination can depict—shall come true!"
People inside the Ark shouted, pointing outside the portholes: "Look quickly! What is that!"
Guided by the radiant deity, some of the weakest races, such as the timid gnomes and frail halflings, found their rudimentary tools beginning to glow faintly. With their strong will to survive, the faint light gradually condensed, as if to transform into the phantom of swords or shields!
The radiant deity thus delivered the oracle:
"Grip the ’pen’ in your hands—be it a branch, a stone, or a broken blade! Imagine what sharp sword and sturdy shield it can become!"
"As long as you believe, everything can be written!"
"Use your will as fire! Use your faith as anvil! Use your indomitable soul as hammer!"
"Believe in ’creation’ itself! Not in the power granted by bloodline!"
His voice was like a grand bell, echoing through the soul:
"Not bloodline determines your strength and weakness, but your ’genesis’ will defines all things!"
"Believe in it! Call for it! Yearn for it! Your innermost, sincere, strongest desire is the foundation for the manifestation of ’genesis’ power!"
"Do not indulge in the illusion of bloodline hierarchy! Do not succumb to the lie of predestination!"
"You must remember—’creation’ is to wield a pen as a sword! It is the way for mortals to also slay dragons!"
The radiant deity proclaimed, his voice solemn and majestic, as if etching a whole new rule into the world’s underlying logic:
"Remember today’s words!"
"When the believers reach all beings, when hearts converge as one—"
"One day, the concept of ’genesis’ will thoroughly manifest in this realm! On that day, you shall wield the pen as a sword, sketching your own power!"
—Humans, do not abandon hope, do not think the food chain is unbreakable, do not think destiny is already set.
—I tell you here, as long as you are willing to believe in the existence of the ’genesis’ concept, one day it will truly appear in this world, and you can start to wield a pen as a sword, even the most humble and insignificant ant can raise a torch to the deity!
Silence.
First, there was a death-like silence inside the Ark, then, erupted a tremendous roar of sound like never before!
People discussed, debated, the desperate eyes reignited with sparks. Although the term "genesis" was extremely unfamiliar, even sounding bizarre, the miraculous manifestation and astonishing proclamation spread like wildfire—a belief in "creation" enabling mortals to transcend bloodline!
"Genesis... wield a pen as a sword?"
"We... we ordinary people also have hope?"
"This deity... He says that as long as we believe, we can create power?"
"He appears radiant, his voice kind and compassionate... Is he the righteous deity of that planet?"
"Can we truly believe in Him?"
In the whispering masses, at that instant, Su Ming’an suddenly understood who the deity claiming to be the "Radiant Mother God" really was.
His blood reversed instantly, a bone-chilling cold rapidly surged from the base of his spine to his crown. He heard the pounding within his chest, heard the unbelievable echoes through the eons.
He almost couldn’t believe the undeniable answer, yet that answer fell like a domino perfectly, linking the entire series together.
"That is not the Radiant Mother God Kritchens at all."
He raised his head, gazing at the radiant deity outside the porthole,
"That is a masquerading righteous god...[Kasadia]."
...
—The Radiant Mother God Kritchens, her other identity is... Shitposter Demon Kasadia.
...
Kasadia’s authority stems from the "Joy" authority taken from the Second Throne’s attack on the Third Throne, full name "Joy, Shitposting, and Lies."
Su Ming’an’s "Faith" authority is "What the heart wishes, wishes become reality," whereas Kasadia’s authority is "What the masses believe, lies become reality"—just as in the Eighth World Dome, the Dome People believed Jiu Shen was an evil god, Jiu Shen indeed became an evil god.
Thus, Kasadia constructed through falsehood a new deity—representing "birth, sun, flames, eyes," a deity named "Kritchens" under the title "Radiance."
Hence, the most shocking truth emerged.
This was the best timing; Hui Bai and others had just spread the matter of "Kasadia betrayed humanity" widely, humans were in the depths of racial transformation despair, many even contemplating immediate suicide. It was precisely at this moment that the outwardly radiant deity descended, gracious, gentle, warm, noble, compassionate, merciful, informing humans—
As long as you are willing to believe in the existence of the ’genesis’ concept, one day it will truly appear in this world! Do not despair, do not give up, please harbor hope!
