Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1651 - 4: OE · The Guiding Lighthouse of the Universe (6)
"--Do you like the surprise I have prepared for you?"
...
Tap.
The chess piece falls.
The "missing for a long time" shadow figure reappears under observation.
--Su Ming’an has done everything to the best, leaving no room for him to act. Now that Su Ming’an has saved the world, it’s his turn to save Su Ming’an.
"Buzz--!!!"
The entire pure white core space emits a wail, and the white data chains representing order and command materialize from the void, instantly locking onto the "Eighth Thrones".
Subsequently, Starfire, Ming, Eleventh Thrones, Yuanyuan. Four types of power touching the source of the rules enveloped Xiao Na, the "brain" of the world game, from four dimensions.
"(Damn.)" Aria uttered a Zhai Xing curse and quickly retreated. She never expected such a grand show today; it’s way too lively.
The God of Vitality, Master of Thought and Faith, ?, Spiritual Dream-Maker... one after the other attacking the brain! It’s simply insane!
They’ve been bound for too long, submitting to this cosmic organ to the point that they’ve gradually forgotten how to resist.
...
On the other side.
Three unexpected figures appeared in the dimensional gap.
A young man in a khaki trench coat, a boy sorcerer with white hair and blue eyes, a man dressed as a doctor.
--Su Rin, Bei Wang, Yi Song.
"... It’s here." Bei Wang’s eyes turned a complete icy color, like ethereal mist.
Years ago, after learning about Su Ming’an’s resolve to face death, Su Rin promptly contacted Yuanyuan, and Bei Wang and Yi Song soon joined.
Su Rin spent a long time crafting the "Crystal Lighthouse" item, using the soul authority to create an item that could preserve remnants of souls. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
Yuanyuan provided the Dream Realm as a bridge to aid the four of them in communication.
Yi Song, through Yuanyuan’s Dream Realm, secretly contacted the Demon Mother Goddess Isabelle far away in Luowasha. He learned that since Luowasha parted ways with Zhai Xing, Isabelle had also left Luowasha. Isabelle is very interested in the "cosmic organ" and eagerly eyes the world game.
Whether out of old feelings or interests, Isabelle agreed to Yi Song’s request.
--They are going to do something big.
If the world game is not eliminated, it will forever follow in Zhai Xing’s footsteps. Besides, there are many mysteries surrounding the so-called "Supreme Lord" and "Lord of Dreams". Moreover, if they want Su Ming’an to survive, the only opportunity lies within the world game.
Such thinking is incredibly bold. They actually don’t hold much hope, even Su Rin stated that he is only responsible for preserving the remnants of Su Ming’an’s soul and does not involve himself in other parts. However, one day in Yuanyuan’s dream, an entirely unexpected person arrived—
It was a white figure with a smile.
...
"Ladies and gentlemen, long time no see."
"At the crucial moment of your attack, Hui Mo and I will take the lead in a sneak attack to lend you a hand."
The young man with black hair and black eyes, dressed in a white suit, smiled warmly, completely different from Su Ming’an’s smile.
...
--These companions really laid down far-reaching plans.
...
Taking advantage of the commotion caused by Isabelle and the "Eighth Thrones", the three of them followed Yuanyuan’s dream’s guidance, led by Bei Wang, navigated by Su Rin, and with Yi Song contacting the Mother Goddess, arrived at this place.
Although they could not see what was happening over there, the impact of the four high-dimensional attacks tore open surging fissures. The data light band was stirred into chaotic turbulence, and rule fragments flew everywhere like shattered mirrors.
"Go!"
Su Rin shouted in a low voice, rushing first into the largest fissure, with Yi Song closely following, and Bei Wang in the rear.
"Buzz--!"
Bei Wang raised an ice-blue magic wand, its radiance covering the three of them, blocking the aftermath of the distant battle.
--They seemed to have plunged into a frantic yet beautiful organ composed of concepts and information.
On either side were silhouettes of the rise and fall of numerous civilizations, like swiftly turning pages in a book, with a colorful energy pool rolling with the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness of trillions of contestants, as if running between the primitive murals of Ancient Greece, inhaling the scent of ancient history.
On the murals, it was the epitome of countless sessions, countless world games...
Some people followed the rules and achieved a perfect pass, ensuring the survival of their civilization.
Some won and lifted the victory cup in the end, but were destroyed by the wishes of other humans.
Some were regretfully doomed along the way, with billions of lives buried alongside them.
Some saw through the superficial mist of the world game, yet were ultimately destroyed by greed and rules...
They traversed a corridor like a spider web, with numerous silver threads shuttling through the void, forming the laws of instance worlds, like countless causal threads intricately intertwined.
They passed through a garden of diverging paths, surrounded by trees like crystal coral, with crisscrossed branches representing the development of a world line, leaves embodying constantly shifting futures, and shattered leaves representing ever-breaking possibilities.
It was like swimming upstream through the veins of a giant beast, with every step filled with danger.
The light membrane held up by Bei Wang fluctuated violently under impact, and as the divine power was rapidly consumed, his face grew pale, with his eyelids drooping as if about to faint.
"Don’t fall asleep, especially at times like this." Yi Song reminded, holding his hand.
"... I won’t." Bei Wang said intermittently.
It wasn’t because he spoke unsteadily, but because the impact prevented him from uttering complete words.
"Most of the time... I sleep..."
"But, at times like this... when saving him..."
"I..."
"Won’t ever..."
"Sleep again..."
Outside, Isabelle’s howl and the impact from the high dimensions clashed into huge ripples, constantly shaking the cosmic organ, causing deafening explosions.
"Almost there!" Yi Song shouted,
"Just ahead... the core interface!"
The three of them broke through the final chaotic energy turbulence. The scene before them suddenly opened up wide—
A serene lake, like a large sapphire, inlaid within the endless abyss. The water was crystal clear, unfathomably deep, reflecting countless slowly rotating stars.
In the center of the lake stood a massive, beautiful, and warmly glowing pure white door. The door had no adornment, yet seemed to engrave the beauty of all things.
In front of the door was a small platform.
On the platform, an ancient incense burner was placed, with curling green smoke rising, carrying a refreshing and peaceful fragrance. On either side of the incense burner, two stone-carved angels stood with closed eyes and bowed heads, wings spread, holding burning pure flame crosses. At the angels’ feet lay a white lamb statue, its gaze gentle and pure.
The place was primitive and sacred, starkly contrasting with the bizarre and colorful outside world, as if it were the only sanctuary of redemption in a cold organ.
--This is the very core of the world game. Xiao Na once emerged from the pure white door and met Su Ming’an here.
The moment the three stepped in, the entire sacred space’s rules suddenly became extremely repulsive, binding their actions like a swamp. The stone-carved angels abruptly opened their eyes, looking coldly at the intruders. Even the seemingly compassionate and gentle lamb’s eyes turned blood-red and icy in an instant.
"Intruders."
"Intruders."
"Execution."
They broke into this place, and the cosmic organ’s instinctive defense mechanism was immediately activated.
"These seem to be real scenes, but in fact, they’re destructive rules." Yi Song quickly reminded, "If you are hit by these angels, it is equivalent to being touched by the annihilation rules of the World Game, and you will die!"
"Let me handle it. You all leave." Su Rin, who had been conserving his strength, raised his blade, and with a crisp sound, intercepted the attacking angel!
Bei Wang was exhausted, and Yi Song acted as a liaison with the Mother Goddess. At this point, the two no longer needed to continue following.
"Can you do it?" Yi Song shouted.
"I can." The Cloud City God never shows vulnerability. A hundred years of cultivation transformed Bei Wang from a human into a god. And as for Su Rin, who was already a god, no one knew the extent of his power, no one knew what he had gained on his cosmic wanderings.
There were many things he couldn’t save, but today was different.
"Boom——!"
Light and fire erupted from him, like a dormant volcano suddenly bursting forth. His golden eyes flashed with divine light, and the intense radiance instantly filled the entire holy space. He held his sword with one hand, and his slender figure in the golden light was like a sun descending upon this place.
"Sizzle——!"
Raise the sword, swing the sword!
With a soft sound like a hot knife cutting through butter, from the point of contact with the blade, the angel’s body, like ignited paper, quickly turned to virtual ashes. The sword’s momentum did not stop, and the golden flames, as if having a life of their own, instantly ignited the tranquil lake. The lake water boiled and vaporized like burning oil, steaming up a golden mist!
For a moment, it seemed as if the three were in a golden frenzy.
Su Rin wanted to burn the lake!
The flames even reached prostrate lambs, entangling their bodies and turning them into twisted, burning golden torches. Their scarlet eyes looked on coldly.
"Swish!"
Su Rin flicked his wrist, and the giant flaming sword flew out like a golden meteor, instantly piercing through another angel who had just raised a cross, pinning it in mid-air, its white wings burning like kindling!
Fire burned the heavens!
The angel writhed and roared, twisting like a demon but was instantly burned to ashes!
Black hair flew, golden eyes cold and fierce.
The deity wielding the sword leaped into the sky, his back bursting forth a pair of massive golden wings, like a destroyer of rules, violently carving out a path with absolute force.
However, as the first angel evaporated, the space twisted—a pair of identical angels condensed out of thin air, their swords aimed at the golden-winged figure in the sky.
Not only that, but the angel pierced by the golden flames trembled and split into two new angels!
For every angel slain, two more emerged.
In the blink of an eye, the sparse defensive force became four angels! Four became eight, eight became sixteen... Countless, expressionless stone-carved angels filled the surrounding airspace, like a copy-and-paste, their eyes’ cold order flames forming a frightening eeriness against the golden mist!
Clusters of long white wings densely spread out, making one’s scalp tingle as if entrapped in a rule-twisted backroom. Countless burning crosses were raised, the whole space covered by a terrifying sight that defied common sense, sending chills through everyone. This was the instinctive power of the cosmic organ, beyond the reach of humans or even deities.
Su Rin’s pupils contracted, the fiery sword burning through an angel, but hundreds and thousands more angels came, bearing the rule power of "annihilation," endless, inexhaustible.
At this critical juncture——
"Su Rin!"
Bei Wang’s voice echoed, carrying a serene resolve.
He hadn’t left!
In his palm, he held a piece of soft, fluffy cloud.
This was his Authority—"Peace."
It wasn’t the predicted "dream" or "sleep," but "Peace." The boy longed for sleep because he yearned for a world without pain, without cold, where his mother could tell bedtime stories—a fairytale-like desire that became his Authority, used as his weapon.
He abandoned defense, pouring all his power into the Authority of "Peace." A ripple spread out, like the space was taking a nap, expanding outward with Bei Wang at its center...
The next moment——
Covered by the fluffy clouds, Su Rin’s figure intersected with the hundreds and thousands of angels. It seemed as if, for a brief moment, the space around Su Rin was detached from the current timeline and causal chain, becoming a "non-existent" place of peace. All deadly attacks passed through his illusory afterimage, striking empty air.
It was as if protected by a fairytale, protected by clouds, protected by a small boy in a candy house.
Su Rin surged forward, just a stone’s throw away from the white door.
While Bei Wang watched the approaching angelic blades, his icy eyes held a clear serenity.
"...Go."
"——Boom!!!"
Countless repercussions slammed into Bei Wang, knocking him out of this space.
Conversely, Su Rin transformed into a blazing sun trailing a long fiery tail, crashing into the interlocked wings of the angelic army!
The first two stone-carved angels couldn’t raise their crosses in time, extreme light and heat erupted instantaneously, they melted at once, turning into two dazzling golden fireballs, exploding into a shower of flying fragments.
The golden flames formed an ever-expanding halo of destruction. Wherever the halo reached, everything was reduced to nothingness.
The power he unleashed had already surpassed the boundaries of deities.
"Sizzle sizzle——!"
The painful sound of melting connected into a shrill background hum. One expressionless angel after another, their stone bodies, wings, and the cross of light in their hands, dissolved at a breathtaking pace like thin ice exposed under the scorching sun.
The meteor blaze plowed a straight vacuum through the sea of angels, the as-yet unvaporized angel remnants resembling a brittle white forest crushed by fierce winds, mirroring the steadfast figure at its center.
He no longer wielded the sword; the sword was fused with him.
He was the sword, he was the fire.
The meteor streaked across the calm holy lake, the surface unable to even reflect his figure, raising towering pillars of white steam. Breaking through and slashing obstacles towards the door, Su Rin twisted his waist, spinning, channeling all his strength into his right arm, grasping a crystal lighthouse!
Time seemed infinitely stretched at this moment.
Ahead stood only the white door, beautiful, holy, distant, as if mocking all the efforts of the mundane.
Arm drawn back, like a fully drawn bow, aimed at the door——
"Wake up, you deceitful guy!" Su Rin gritted his teeth, his palm exerting force.
The crystal lighthouse flew out, hurled forth!
Like a pearl, the lighthouse traced an arc, falling towards the white door——
"Snap."
It was a hand.
White, soft, cold.
A phantom, graceful figure—stepping out from the white door, rose-red waves of hair shaking, a pair of eyes smiling softly.
All the angels were frozen at that moment, the lake evaporated by fire filled anew in that instant.
She intercepted the crystal lighthouse, scanning her gaze.
"(Pity, pity...)"
In her palm, she cradled the glowing crystal lighthouse, her fingertips gently caressed its smooth surface as if appreciating an amusing toy:
"(Only a little bit more...)"
The proud queen floated in mid-air, her hair like flames.
When she raised her head, all became silent, all bowed. All rules bent towards her. Tendril-like long pipes stretched from the door, connecting with her form, like blue-purple neural networks, while she resembled a floating brain, giving a soft yet cold sensory feeling.
Su Rin charged with his sword, only to be repelled by the layers of resurrected angels.
"(Do you think a feint will work?)" Xiao Na’s red hair floated as she pursed her lips and smiled, "(The concept of ’overwhelming clones’ doesn’t exist for me, it’s just ’dispersing computational power.’ I’ve long known that all this chaos is just a smokescreen created by the high-dimensional rebellion. Your real trump card is right here.)"
This Crystal Lighthouse contains the residual soul of Su Ming’an. He is the player who achieved a Full Perfect Clear on the highest difficulty level. If his residual soul is thrown into the core ivory gates of the World Game, as a perfect score player, he has a chance to successfully take over the World Game. Once he awakens inside the core, his authority would instantly surpass that of Xiao Na and others.
In this way, Su Ming’an’s consciousness could be revived, and the others could retreat without worrying about being erased.
However, Su Rin’s escort was intercepted by Xiao Na.
"Hee-hee-hee, ha-ha-ha—"
At that moment, a mischievous laugh echoed over the water, and a Big White Rabbit appeared in the lake, wriggling its bottom and rubbing its paws: "Oh my, oh my, it’s so lively today!" It shook its long ears and looked at Su Rin, "Yo, isn’t this the combat master of this World Game session, the busybody enthusiast, the enthusiastic completion manager of the Number One Player... uh, I forgot the rest."
Xiao Na ignored the annoying rabbit and caressed the Crystal Lighthouse: "(I’m surprised. Su Rin, haven’t you always respected Su Ming’an’s decision to face death? Why would you disregard his will and rush here to try and let him control the World Game? If successful, he will be forever trapped within the World Game. Is this what you call free will?)"
"Swoosh!"
Su Rin was expressionless, with a demeanor of "I don’t care to listen to anything you say," and with fingers like a sword, the golden divine fire transformed into a concentrated golden beam.
He needed to resolve this quickly.
The beam was silent as it shot towards Xiao Na, leaving a lingering black scar in the space it passed through.
There wasn’t even a change in Xiao Na’s gaze.
The golden beam was still meters away when it seemed to collide with an insurmountable wall. Like a stone thrown into the deep sea, it disintegrated on its own.
The light and fire were reflected back by an incomprehensible force, intact.
"Boom!!!"
Su Rin emitted a brief muffled groan and retreated. But he quickly gripped the sword hilt, stabbing the blade into the lake surface, slicing through the waves. After creating several meters of vacuum with sheer steps, he halted amidst the surging waves, with the lake water drizzling down and wetting his dark hair.
The soaring water splashed, and the surrounding golden divine fire slightly dispersed, his aura somewhat chaotic.
Facing the cosmic organ, any attack seemed insignificant. The "brain" Xiao Na didn’t even have to move. With just a single thought, she could manipulate the rules of the World Game. This was a power that individual life could not contend with.
The red-haired queen floated above, her long hair flowing as she overlooked the lake where Su Rin stood with his sword, her gaze calm and unshaken as if watching an ant trying to move a tree.
From afar, the sounds of assault from Isabelle and other high-dimensional beings continued; they did not know the real Xiao Na was here.
"What a pity, such a pity!" The Boss Rabbit shook its head, utterly obnoxious in its exclamation, "Within the bounds of the World Game, dealing with the innate life form Athena-chan is really an impossible fantasy, a mere fantasy!"
"(Be silent.)" Xiao Na grew tired of the Boss Rabbit’s ridicule. She also had to deal with the assault from Isabelle and the others.
"Woo-woo-woo..." The Boss Rabbit immediately drooped its ears, pulling at them in a whimper, "Rabbit feels so useless, Rabbit is feeling insecure..."
Xiao Na couldn’t be bothered with the Boss Rabbit; this kind of shell without dignity or self... was no different from a mascot.
"Xiao Na, didn’t you want Su Ming’an to stay? You even personally invited him," Su Rin swallowed the blood in his mouth and faintly questioned as if uninjured, "Now that he intends to stay, why do you block the way?"
"(An invitation is an invitation, invasion is invasion.)" Xiao Na said calmly.
Her meaning was clear—she had once invited Su Ming’an; that was the World Game’s brain inviting a player to join, which was reasonable. Today, now that only Su Ming’an’s residual soul remains, yet a group is forcefully implanting him into the World Game; that violates the rules.
The World Game that belonged to Zhai Xing has ended, and the World Game is about to embark on the search for the next civilization. Su Ming’an and others are no longer players, and the actions of Su Rin and others are in violation. While Xiao Na doesn’t really care whether Su Ming’an stays or not, as a "brain," akin to a program, rules are her primary instinctual action.
—Her will cannot defy her instincts.
"(Leave this place, or I will have no choice but to eliminate you.)" Xiao Na extended her finger, pointing at Su Rin, her form ethereal like flame.
Even so, she still gave Su Rin and others the chance to leave, not ruthlessly eliminating them.
Su Rin’s expression shifted slightly.
—He indeed came with the mindset of "giving it a try." Now, clearly unable to compete with Xiao Na, he certainly would not drag Yi Song and others to leave their lives here. He needed to return home and couldn’t senselessly risk his life. This would be irrational behavior.
He clenched his fist, then reached out, spreading his glistening five fingers into the stream: "Give it back to me."
He pointed to the Crystal Lighthouse in Xiao Na’s hand, inside which floated a faint, transparent glow.
"(Su Ming’an’s residual soul?)" Xiao Na gazed down, "(What a beautiful color... even I feel moved...)"
She admired the beautiful crystal lighthouse, as if appraising the color of Su Ming’an’s soul.
"(Although it’s very pretty, I’m not interested in possessing someone else’s soul. I’m not that bored.)" Fortunately, Xiao Na had no intention of forcing, and after finishing her appreciation, she twirled the lighthouse at her fingertips, ready to throw it to Su Rin, "(Returning it to you.)"
Su Rin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the crystal lighthouse remained in Xiao Na’s palm.
Suddenly, she furrowed her brow, covered her forehead, as if experiencing a sudden headache, and let out a piercing roar.
"Ugh ahhh... ahhh ahhh ahhh!"
Su Rin frowned, fully alert.
After a moment of struggle, Xiao Na’s watery eyes gradually turned into inorganic scarlet, like mechanical glass eyes.
The next moment, she looked at Su Rin.
In an instant, Su Rin felt an intense sense of danger being locked onto him.
Although Xiao Na was currently the highest authority "brain," she was still a life born within the World Game; she was still subject to its control. At this moment, the World Game system had taken control of her—it was evident that she was not going to return Su Ming’an’s fragmented soul.
"...Troubling." Su Rin muttered under his breath. He always planned ahead and despised relying on sacrifice and luck. He had clearly said he was only responsible for securing the fragmented soul, not participating in this mad gamble.
Before him was the white door within reach.
"Tch."
An enigmatic clicking of the tongue.
"I’ve searched for a hundred years and still haven’t found Pulaya..." he murmured. The universe is immensely vast, and if one searches aimlessly, they might never locate their hometown even in a millennium.
Suddenly, it seemed like Su Rin heard something. He listened intently for a moment, then closed his eyes and made a decision.
The flames roared and the blaze surged as he stepped forward sharply.
"Whoosh!"
The originally slightly scattered golden divine fire surged as if injected with new fuel!
A radiant flame longsword, like a javelin, fiercely hurled towards the white door behind Xiao Na!
"Boom—!"
This strike transformed the flame longsword into a destructive torrent traversing the sky, shattering the space it passed through with resolute determination, seemingly intent on burning down the door representing the World Game’s core!
The golden flame torrent collided fiercely with the invisible barrier of rules, exploding with a brilliance more dazzling than the sun.
A flash of light—
Xiao Na’s figure halted momentarily.
She suddenly saw—a second glowing crystal lighthouse was wrapped within that fiery longsword!
Su Rin had anticipated Xiao Na might intercept midway!
The crystal lighthouse in her hand was fake; this one was real!
"Squelch!"
In urgency, Xiao Na pointed a finger, and a beam of light pierced through Su Rin’s chest!
No blood splattered; the rule contained within the beam instantly annihilated his wound, leaving only a shocking hollow!
"Cough...!"
The strong impact flung Su Rin’s body backward, his khaki coat tore into pieces in the air like butterflies, and he spewed crimson mixed with shattered fragments. His gaze instantly dimmed, lips turned pale, and his life force dissipated rapidly like a maple leaf spiraling wetly through the rain.
He didn’t have time to touch the gaping hollow in his chest, his gaze fixed intensely on the direction of the crystal lighthouse’s throw—
The crystal lighthouse was falling towards the white door!
The red-haired queen also headed towards the Crystal Lighthouse to intercept it!
It’s not possible!
She can make it! She’s about to make it!
Just at the moment when Xiao Na was about to intercept the Crystal Lighthouse—
Suddenly, someone intervened.
——No one expected it, no one foresaw it.
The rabbit, spinning miserably in the corner, suddenly reached out and placed a hand on Xiao Na’s shoulder, who was trying to mobilize the system’s power. It seemed like a friendly pat but completely restrained Xiao Na.
Xiao Na turned back, astonished.
What she saw was no longer a deranged and twisted rabbit, but a shadow of a human face, pieced together from memory fragments, with a faint, mad smile.
"(... I finally waited for this moment.)"
The voice was still twisted.
"(... The world game that has imprisoned me for thousands of years...)"
Yet the eyes were entirely different.
As if within that ugly, alien rabbit shell, two flowers were growing — one a dead flower wallowing in filth, the other a flower yet to bloom.
No one expected why it acted. It was clearly on the same side as Xiao Na.
The next moment, before Xiao Na could react, the Boss Rabbit’s "hand" on her shoulder erupted with a final torrent of data, abruptly severing her connection with the system core, while it began to break apart itself!
It chose to self-destruct!
The doorway resonated with unprecedented intensity.
"Screech—screech—screech—!"
An immense light swept across! Wherever the light reached, angel statues rapidly dissolved like salt pillars in strong acid, and the lambs turned into flowing golden liquid in their turmoil. Xiao Na tried to reconnect to the core authority but was obstructed by the violent self-destructive torrent, her scarlet eyes filled with shock as the rules she relied on were being overturned by one of their creators!
No one expected it.
"(You damned rabbit—! You’ve gone mad!!!)"
Boom——!!!
A loud explosion echoed, pure white light devoured everything, nothing but an expanse visible in the view, with high-pitched buzzing deafeningly loud in the ears.
It was like a tsunami crashing down, transforming into a fierce giant beast, engulfing all standing forms.
After the self-destruction.
All became silent.
All came to rest.
Everything turned into a pale swamp, sightless, soundless, all was white, still, void, ancient.
"Tap, tap."
Yet two staggering footsteps sounded, like stones plunging into a lake, resonating within the dazed silence.
"Pitter-patter..."
Soon after, pure white rain fell from the sky.
This space had no sky, only pitch-black void above. The pale rain pierced the silence, falling into the explosion-dried lake bed, filling it with pools of water once more.
The rain poured down, also drenching a person’s hair; an open chest void, from collarbone to abdomen, empty, with white rain mixed with scintillating blood, flowing over pallid form, over exposed skin.
Like on the brink of demise, taking difficult steps through water.
"Crack."
The red-haired queen vanished, the white rabbit disappeared too.
In the water, a crimson-gold sculpture, like a statue whose upper limbs were destroyed by a catastrophe, brushed with crimson-gold paint, stood with a broken long sword.
He supported himself on his sword blade, step by step, staggering, bleeding, walking forward.
"Crack. Crack. Crack."
The sword blade pierced through the lake surface, dyed red with blood.
Behind him, the gradually filling lake surface left a long crimson trail.
Through the fingers, fragments of golden divine fire scattered, the chest void continued to corrode, enduring the agonizing collapse of soul and body, he was like a lone boat moving upstream, wobbling step by step through the lake. Each step forward felt like countless searing blades cutting the soul.
His gaze firmly locked onto the front— the white doorway standing unyielding through the storm, and the Crystal Lighthouse dropped from Xiao Na’s hand.
Then, as the lake water was about to rise to the neck, he grasped the Crystal Lighthouse.
"Snap."
Behind him, wings of light and fire lifted, arms raised high, and he fiercely—threw it towards the doorway!
"Swoosh—!"
The Crystal Lighthouse sliced through the pure white light, like a retroflying meteor, precisely embedding into the white doorway.
The doorway suddenly burst out with unprecedented gentle radiance, as if a heart started beating anew.
...
Just now, when Su Rin was about to retreat, the sneering voice of Boss Rabbit echoed:
"I will help you, attack her!"
To Su Rin, there was no reason to believe Boss Rabbit on a standpoint or character level. However, he was originally going to launch an attack.
Once Su Rin made a decisive strike, the rabbit unbelievably triggered a self-destruction, at that moment even Su Rin was stunned, no one could remain calm under this sight—if Boss Rabbit had been pretending to be mad, that was impossible, he had seen its soul, which was clearly filthy and chaotic, each of its mockery and cruelty was genuine, without any disguise or act of enduring humiliation.
Rather than repentance, it could be said... it fulfilled a mechanism Boss Rabbit had set for itself, once the conditions for backstabbing the world game were met, it would automatically execute, decisively backstabbing the world game.
"Chen Qingguang..." Su Rin suddenly understood.
That person, distorted into a sordid rabbit by the world game over long years, yet before complete self-erasure, planted this mechanism, as soon as there was hope to overturn the world game, it would automatically activate, ending the long disgrace...
Chen Qingguang, where exactly did this person come from, what exactly had he experienced.
But no answers remain.
If there were another chance meeting, if another path was chosen, perhaps there would be an opportunity to understand him...
However, the final memory left was merely a mad and ugly rabbit’s laugh.
"Huff..."
The moment the Crystal Lighthouse fell into the doorway, as if the strength finally vanished, the light in Su Rin’s eyes rapidly dimmed, and his body can no longer stand.
He fell forward, like a bird with broken wings, plummeting into the chaotic water surface.
Splash.
Like a jade stone sinking silently to the lake bottom.
In the instant before consciousness completely submerged into darkness, he seemed to see, the light of that white doorway... enveloped him.
The bloodied, exploded fur of the rabbit landed on his face, like a trail of bloody tears.
...
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