Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1669 - 12: Toward the End of the Lu Road

Luowasha, World Lord’s Palace, Succession Ceremony.

The vanishing of daylight happened in an instant.

At some unknown point, nightfall rose from the horizon. Within a few breaths, daylight drowned, and the deep ink-colored night sky covered with an unnatural swiftness.

Above the square, the Holy Sword suddenly burst forth with golden light, piercing through the Xingqiong! It pierced the newly closed night sky like a giant molten gold pillar connecting heaven and earth.

Under the glorious light, the faces of the attendees were illuminated as if they were sculptures.

"The Holy Sword is appearing!" someone screamed. Instantly igniting all desires! Almost simultaneously, countless figures rushed towards the high platform like moths to a flame.

Hua De and other players also wanted to move forward but wisely chose to wait. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Buzz——!"

In the next moment, invisible ripples spread out. All the figures pouncing towards the high platform were blown back, and many spat blood wildly in mid-air, as if struck with a heavy blow.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Two figures appeared in the air.

One was shrouded in a vibrant jade-colored halo, with long hair flowing like spring vines. The other was engulfed in continuously rising gray-white mist, with an indistinct face. Their pressure was intense, yet they exuded no spiritual energy, like two corpses.

——Goddess of Life Lotasha!

——God of Oblivion Klimens!

Though they were dead, they had become subordinates of the Radiant Mother God.

"Ready to assist Su Ming’an!" Ali lowered himself, signaling to the players.

"Roar——!!!!"

Suddenly, two roars erupted.

Two malicious auras burst forth, contending with the pure white light of order.

One person wore a long dress as red as flames, with an enchanting face. The other was tall and robust, surrounded by a strong smell of alcohol, his eyes showing a drunken haze.

——Deceit Demon Evelyn.

——Great Demon Perlo.

"Oh my, it seems the big figures ’above’ and ’below’ couldn’t resist entering the fray." A soft, charming voice sounded lazily, Evelyn covering her mouth with a light laugh, "Unfortunately, I won’t allow you to harm my little Highness. Lotasha, Klimens, who would’ve thought you’d still be used as weapons by the Mother God after death... let Perlo and me end your suffering."

"Screech——!!!!!!!"

A sharp, soul-tearing screech echoed!

Gods clashed in the sky, and the players who originally intended to go forward immediately retreated, fleeing in panic.

The clash of four deities sent shockwaves capable of instantly reducing mortals to ashes. The small high platform stood like a solitary island amidst the raging forces of these four deities as they all tacitly avoided that direction. "Su Ming’an" remained asleep in the wheelchair.

The maid, holding his hand, finally touched the Holy Sword.

"Swish!"

Dazzling golden light shot up to the sky, the brilliance adding a golden edge to the heir’s black hair. The moment he touched the Holy Sword, it awakened. What followed were countless greedy hands and eyes.

"Snap."

——However, a blood-red hand seized Su Ming’an’s hand first, then grasped the Holy Sword! This hand appeared so suddenly that even the maid nearby didn’t realize someone had approached!

Red long hair flew through the air, blazing flames seemed to scorch the sky, and eyes like lava. His figure emerged from a suddenly opened narrow seam, the lower half of his body still within the gap!

It was Alger!

Yet, at this moment, his posture was rigid, as if soulless, his rebellious expression completely gone. With his other hand, he aimed for Su Ming’an’s heart, mercilessly making a killing move. No one anticipated this scene; it seemed Alger had been lurking in the time seam for a long time, now ready to kill and seize the sword!

No one could match Alger’s speed, not even the swiftest hummingbird tribe of Luowasha.

Su Ming’an remained with eyes shut, the murderous intent nearly upon him, yet he seemed wholly unaware.

Or——

He was quite at ease.

He was at ease——on this battlefield, even if his consciousness didn’t come over, someone was there to protect him.

"Swish!!!!"

Alger’s body halted.

His hand failed to pierce Su Ming’an’s heart; just as he was about to touch Su Ming’an’s chest clothing, Alger stopped.

Alger’s chest was pierced by something black, bursting forth with a paint bucket of vivid red. His lips parted, and blood gushed out from his throat.

"Ugh...!"

In the next moment, Alger was sent flying backward!

A wind arose, stirring someone’s white hair.

It was as if an invisible mirror had suddenly shattered, revealing an infinite abyss. Atop the high platform, a pair of crimson bat wings woven from night and blood elegantly extended from the shattered space. The bat wings were so large they almost blocked out all remaining light over the square, the shadow they cast entirely enveloping the high platform, covering every pair of astonished eyes.

White hair like fresh snow, dazzling enough to sting the eyes. Green pupils deep as if flowing with the Ming River. The thin leather armor covered his upper body and thighs, a mottled skull hung at his waist, his expression cold, with long legs stepping forward.

"Pfft."

A soft sound, almost swallowed by the darkness.

It was just him, with a single slash, piercing Alger’s chest, protecting Su Ming’an.

The second slash descended, severing Alger’s arm along with half of his shoulder instantly. The cut smooth as a mirror, no blood splattering, erased into the void by the blade’s obliteration property.

The young man with white hair wielded a scythe, green eyes cold, cutting everything with a single slash!

He stood by Su Ming’an’s side, facing all covetous and greedy gazes, slashing once!

"Thud." "Thud." "Thud."

As if struck by an invisible hammer to the soul, greedy spectators, church knights, nobles... regardless of strength, dropped like harvested wheat, sprawling on the ground. Some lay prostrate, unable to even lift their heads.

Like antelopes trembling before predator foes, like ants in despair when the sky collapses. Pure killing intent swept through Luowasha Square like a cold storm.

——Cold.

Bone-chilling cold. Silence freezing even the soul.

Under the black bat wings that obscured the sky, the young man with white hair slowly withdrew the Black Blade penetrating Alger’s chest. The blade’s body was dark, unstained by dust. Green pupils like the Ming River coldly gazed down from the platform, extinguishing all greed.

Then, he slightly bent down, the great black wings naturally folded, forming a domain isolated from the outside world.

"Rustle——" the sound of feathers trembling.

He shielded the wheelchair along with the Holy Sword under the wings.

——Master of Abyss, Lü Shu.

The divinity of the Master of Abyss matched perfectly with his killing intent. Though representing destruction, evil, and plunder, in him, it signified loyalty and protection. His thunderous blow intimidated everyone, who could’ve thought the one known as the "world-class sycophant" would suddenly unleash such strength.

He had never been weak.

Above the sky curtain, two deities and two demons tore the firmament, shaking storm and rain. Under the sky curtain, the Master of Abyss protected the savior in the wheelchair.

Su Ming’an’s eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly.

"Clap, clap, clap."

Suddenly, a series of crisp applause rang unexpectedly.

Lü Shu looked vigilantly, only to see another direction on the high platform. A gray slit appeared open, and a young man "walked" out of it, applauding with both hands.

He was a young man dressed like a gentleman from a classical drama, with meticulously groomed golden short hair and azure eyes hidden behind glasses, a perfect smile playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he had just enjoyed a brilliant performance. He wore a perfectly tailored dark blue suit, adorned with a large blue gemstone brooch that sparkled brightly on his chest.

The severely injured Alger unexpectedly transformed into a thin card, flying back to his fingertips.

"Truly splendid... Lü Shu, your protection was very timely. Alger almost succeeded." Atlanda’s tone revealed a sense of superiority in controlling destiny, "However, my eyes had long seen this scene. I knew you would duel here, and I also knew you would stand up to protect Su Ming’an." He traced the outline of his eye sockets with his fingers and sighed, "Knowing the future... is a magnificent yet tedious experience."

"It’s you, Atlanda." Lü Shu said coldly, "Alger’s body had no soul. You killed Alger and turned him into your card? You learned this card technique in that Black Water Dream?"

Atlanda raised an eyebrow, "So clever. I didn’t realize Lü Shu was so smart."

Lü Shu looked at him coldly, uninterested in rebutting or bothered by the sarcasm. Even so, his acuity and cognitive abilities surpassed the vast majority of people. Playing tricks was one thing; no player at the top dared truly underestimate him.

"Alger is no match for me, yet dared to compete with me for the position of the Eighth Thrones Divine Envoy, better to become my tool." Atlanda stroked the card, as if caressing a bunch of white magnolias, "Golinda... his brain-dead sister, his only weakness. Once I knew this weakness, no matter how strong a man might be, he was no longer to be feared."

Lü Shu listened, deeply repulsed. Atlanda, that guy... actually used Alger’s sister as leverage, forced Alger to lose to him, extremely ruthless.

"Did you not foresee that I would block Alger’s attack?" Lü Shu asked.

Atlanda smiled, "In all my prophecies, there is one person who is always an uncertain variable. As time progresses, I can recall countless memories, but there is one person who almost never remains the same. His choices, his development, his fate... the way he tries his hardest to leave a different mark..."

Atlanda spread his arms, his smile slightly intoxicated, "...very beautiful, very astounding. Guess, who is this person?"

Lü Shu frowned heavily.

The answer was on the verge of being revealed.

This "Prophet," increasingly engulfed in memories, already showed signs of madness. As Su Ming’an’s soul reached its limit, Atlanda was no different.

"What has been will be done again. What has been done will be done again. Endless repetition wears me down, but he is different... This universe is already a dull black and white, yet he is the most vivid color within it..." Atlanda’s lips curled up, his arms crossed over his chest, lost in reverie.

"Swish!"

Lü Shu instantly moved!

The slender bone scythe sliced through the space where Atlanda stood.

Time around Atlanda subtly skewed, and Atlanda’s left hand somehow held a weapon—a section of stark white bone knife, only as long as a palm, with edges shimmering with an ominous grey-white hue.

A hint of madness flashed across his face, as if the ticking clock echoed, the next moment, the tip of the blade thrust towards the wings protected by Lü Shu!

...

Deep within the dream realm, someone opened their eyes.

"It’s here..."

"Kill the BOSS Radiant Mother God prepared for you, raise the flowers of victory, praise the Savior’s greatness, enjoy the happy spring and hopeful tomorrow, and walk towards the end of the road..."

"Do not go forward anymore..."

...

"Buzz—!"

At that moment, golden eyes began to open.

Above the Sky Curtain, at the dome of the firmament, from the depths of the star ring, something so massive it defies understanding was about to awaken from slumber, whispering unconsciously.

"Buzz... rustle..."

It was a golden eye beyond measure. The whites were a pure, void-like pale, the pupil a spinning infant. Merely being gazed upon by this eye, everyone in the entire square, including those battling in the sky Lotasha, Klimens, Evelyn, Perlo... froze on the spot.

Around the eye erupted innumerable hands.

Pale, slender, perfect, as if carved from the finest white jade. Dense and layered. Some palms faced upward, in a devout raising gesture; some fingers curled slightly, as if caressing; some hands pressed together, as if in prayer; some fingertips pressed together, forming complex seals.

Every palm and between fingers was branded with an eye.

Countless eyes.

Human serene eyes, beast’s fierce pupils, reptile’s cold vertical pupils, insect’s compound eyes. They were open, closed, weeping tears, or reflecting the rise and fall of civilizations.

"Rustle—rustle—"

A tooth-aching sound arose, of eyelashes, hairs, scales, crystals, friction, eyelids opening and closing.

Anyone witnessing the scene would feel their scalp tingling, a primal fear surging forth.

Atlanda’s smile froze for a moment, azure eyes deeply staring into the enormous golden eye. He seemed not afraid but rather envious.

This is "God." Some cosmic law, some great will, some indescribable existence.

The molten gold whirlpool-like pupil slowly rotated, the "gaze" surpassing confronting gods and demons, through the chaotic square, past Lü Shu’s enclosing wings, landing straight on——

The wheelchair-bound black-haired youth.

Su Ming’an.

It was as if the unveiling bell finally tolled, as if destiny’s gear began to mesh.

It opened its eyes!

It watched here!

As if a long-sealed cat box was opened, the lid lifted, a gaze entered, looking at the protagonist of the world.

...

"Ugh—!"

The first to transform were those races with weak will. A human aristocrat suddenly clutched his head, emitting inhuman screams, golden light illuminating his forehead skin, revealing a rapidly spinning golden eye.

"My... hand...!"

"No—!"

Screams, exclamations, the bizarre sound of blood and flesh tearing erupted!

An elf’s fair skin bulged with several flesh tumors, extending three to five pale baby hands, each finger randomly grasping at the air.

"Ugh!" Lodili Royal Admiral Talia raised her hand to cover her forehead, skin squirming between fingers, a golden vertical pupil forcibly opened at her smooth brows.

Numerous races underwent terrifying transformations. Golden eyes and pale infant palms emerged on foreheads, cheeks, necks, arms, or anywhere. Their expressions oscillating between painful and eerie tranquility.

"Mother Goddess... loving gaze..."

"We... extended limbs... piercing eyes..."

"Offered... to the supreme order..." mixed with feverish murmured chants, indistinctly, intermittently uttered from these mutants.

Then, all their gazes, almost synchronously, turned towards the high platform.

——They greedily and bloodthirstily looked at the stage where the protagonist stood like a Divine Son.

Lü Shu fought entangled with Atlanda, desperately protecting the wheelchair beneath his wings.

The square became a living altar, its center became a solitary island, a demon with dark wings guarded the yet-to-awaken fireseed.

"Offering... Radiant..."

"Belong... to... correct..."

"Clear... remove... variable..."

"Tear—!"

The first wave of attacks landed on Lü Shu’s massive bat wings.

Several infant hands grown on Talia’s arm gripped tightly to a wing membrane, violently tearing to the sides! Blood splattered!

Lü Shu’s body shook violently, groaning. He intended to drive these people back, yet Atlanda clung on stubbornly; neither of them was swayed by that eye.

"Why!" Lü Shu questioned the rebellious Prophet, "You have seen so many reincarnations, remembered so many memories, why stand against the person capable of changing all this?"