Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1671 - 14: Deities Can Die for These Lives
"This is the Pope’s room, he is the big BOSS, there must be some really big news here..." Zhao Yuan raised the camera, looking left and right.
...There are so many books here, worthy of His Holiness the Pope. Books are indeed the ladder of human progress, and it’s no coincidence that Hui Chi was able to climb to the peak of power.
The words in these books are all in the ornate and complex Ancient Li script, which is the ancient script of the First Epoch’s Luowasha, only taught to the noblest of the food chain. Because of its long history, very few have mastered it.
Fortunately, Zhao Yuan possesses a rare skill.
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"Ding dong!"
[You have activated the "All Words Are the Same" Purple Grade skill.]
[You can understand all text below the Divine Level.]
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Her eyes turned a gleaming blue, and Zhao Yuan immediately looked at the book titles.
She ventured into this perilous place not only to gather information for Su Ming’an but also to advance her own profession. As a "Photographer," she needed to dig up a piece of news "capable of impacting an entire civilization."
"Big news...big news...there must be some here!" Zhao Yuan searched quickly.
The players in Luowasha were skyrocketing in progress, but unfortunately, her ascension as a player was quite difficult, with everything revolving around "news" and "photos." The World Game was about to end, and soon there would be no opportunities for quick strength upgrades. But if she could uncover a piece of news significant enough to impact a civilization, she could break through her limits and catch a glimpse of the path of the gods! Without becoming divine, life is only decades long — which top-ranking player would be content with a mundane existence?
Just one more step, just one major piece of news!
"Sigh... I should have already published the news about Shi Ying and Su Liujin’s secrets." Zhao Yuan had actually already gathered some news that met the standard, but she had three major principles: First, do not publish news that may endanger a life. Second, do not publish news whose harms outweigh its warnings. Third, do not publish news affecting the key players’ game process.
Soon, this instance would end, and she still didn’t have a big piece of news — was she really going to live a short, ordinary human life?
This room of Hui Chi was her last "desperate gamble"!
Her gaze quickly swept over—"Holy Light Scripture - Creation Chapter Annotation," "Luowasha Divine System Genealogy Study," "Sin and Punishment: Research on the Seven Sins in Historical Divine Wars," "Whisper Record"...
These books all fit her imagination of a deep, unfathomable Pope — learned, mysterious, grand.
The wall bore the likeness of the Pope, his form wrapped in a pure white papal robe, symbolic of the Supreme Divine Authority. His figure was somewhat slender, with intricate golden threads embroidered on the cuffs and hem, trailing on the ground, a heavy white jade scepter in his hand.
"This person holding a scepter doesn’t seem to be demonstrating power, more like a scholar holding a pen, or a shepherd holding a staff... heh, it’s nicely drawn, but I still prefer the camera," Zhao Yuan glanced at the portrait.
When the World Master vanished, this Godfather who always sat beside the master’s throne no longer concealed his radiance; everyone who saw him found it hard not to remember him.
— A nearly perfect ruler and spiritual leader, possessing divine compassion, sage-like wisdom, authoritative majesty, and the depth of ages.
Wherever he stood seemed transformed into a preaching platform. His voice was rich and magnetic; reciting scriptures could soothe restless souls. Curiously, before the World Master disappeared, he was as dull as dust, and no one noticed his brilliance.
Zhao Yuan scanned her surroundings; books of theology, physics, chemistry, astronomy, geography, history, arithmetic... were all encompassing, each showing signs of careful reading with detailed notes attached.
"Sigh... Hard to imagine how capable this kind of person is." Zhao Yuan shook her head, surprisingly feeling a slight fear towards Hui Chi. If he ascended to become a god or reached higher dimensions, he’d surely be a terrifying existence. Fortunately, Hui Chi was confined within Luowasha, unable even to touch the divine threshold. Thinking this way, Zhao Yuan felt a bit regretful; if this guy were a player, who knows what kind of fearsome entity he’d become...
Suddenly, her gaze froze, and she was momentarily stunned.
All along, her mind had been filled with an image of Hui Chi as perfect, authoritative, mature, and wise, but when her eyes glanced towards a corner, she unexpectedly saw—
"...Huh?"
Her mouth twitched a little, thinking she must have been seeing things.
She quickly rubbed her eyes.
Next to a stack of solemn and serious theological tomes, rows of incongruous book titles stood out — "Cold-faced Duke’s Runaway Sweetheart: He Chases His Wife After She Runs Away with the Ball," "The Whole World Knows I Reincarnated"...
"Uh." Zhao Yuan short-circuited for a moment, quickly comforting herself, "It must have been placed here by mistake by a maid when cleaning the room..."
...Come on!
Which maid can read the ancient script?
She bypassed the pile of books on the ground and picked up the nearest notebook. She opened it to find gold-inked handwriting, elegant and ornate, every stroke filled with trembling lines and vine-like tails, at first glance making one think this must be solemn and sacred holy text.
[...The smell of disinfectant was so strong it was stinging. Wei Chi leaned against the cold wall, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.]
["Captain, are you okay?" the Shield Warrior asked worriedly.]
[Wei Chi subconsciously avoided the question, waved a hand: "Keep moving forward, we need to find the clue of this level as soon as possible, our team’s points have to stay in first place..."]
Zhao Yuan quickly glanced through a few more notebooks.
Some contained intricate, romantic tales about class love, where the male protagonist was an ambitious low-level race member, while the female protagonist was a brave noble young lady challenging authority.
Others depicted bizarre adventure stories where the protagonist shuttled through various worlds of different styles, facing all kinds of indescribable horrors.
What was this?
Was her approach wrong?
Where was the conspiracy? The plot to overthrow the world? The plans concerning the Mother Goddess, the sacrifices, or the nefarious schemes involving the Holy Sword and the World Master’s heir?
What she saw was a person engrossed in weaving all sorts of melodramatic, dark, grand stories, even agonizing over whether the plot twists were logical, designing background and psychological journeys.
She quickly reassured herself that there must be more than this. Indeed, after a careful search, she found a notebook locked in a cabinet, filled with the truths of the Luowasha gods—
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"Initially, Rovasa had only one primordial deity, the God of Oblivion, Klimens."
In the void space, the sword spirit with the appearance of Lunxue narrated softly.
Su Ming’an listened intently like a primary school student, his gaze focused.
"He was born at the time of the planet’s birth, coexisting with heaven and earth. Later, the Mother Goddess of Radiance, Kritchens, and the Demon Mother Goddess, Isabel, came into existence."
"If Rovasa had always been governed by three emotionless gods, they wouldn’t have love, friendship, desire, or hatred among themselves. There wouldn’t be so many epic tales about the gods that people relish. Civilization would lack uniqueness, be monotonous, flat, and boring, ultimately destroyed by the erasure of cosmic rules."
"Therefore, the original three gods created two ’pseudo-gods.’"
"The Mother Goddess of Radiance, Kritchens, took out the authority of ’birth’ and created the Goddess of Life, Lotasha, bestowing upon her the power to control union, memory, air, and the stars, blessing elves, celestial clans, priests, and druids."
"The God of Chaos, Augustine, extracted the authority of ’destiny’ to create the God of Oblivion, Klimens, granting him the abilities to control souls, death, black mist, and the afterlife, blessing wraiths, witch monsters, zombies, and summoners."
"Subsequently, they successively ’created’ the God of Inspiration, Virdodo, who governs thought and wisdom; the Reincarnation God, Mobius, who controls time and spatial crevices; and the Unknown God who governs mystery. They set them against each other, providing them with false memories, hatred, and bonds, leading to their clashes and planting the clues for the [War of Eden]."
"The five created ’pseudo-gods’ were called ’second-level gods.’ To expand their forces, they emulated the true gods’ actions and created a dozen lower gods, called ’third-level gods’..."
"Lotasha took out life and created the Nature Angel Tiffany and the Harvest Angel Candice; Klimens extracted death and created the Disaster Demon Perlo and the Plague Demon Alykxia; Virdodo took out wisdom and created the Angel of Wisdom Darya and the Deceit Demon Evelyn; Mobius extracted space and created the God of Covenant Nalandos and the God of Trade Youli; the Unknown God extracted mystery and created the Love Angel Laf and the Luck Angel Lola..."
"—They commanded ’life’ to hate ’death,’ made ’covenant’ and ’trade’ eternal allies, made ’love’ fall for ’luck,’ and ’disaster’ hate ’plague’..."
"First-level gods, second-level gods, third-level gods—the difference isn’t actually in the strength of their divine power, but [who created whom, who set whom in this never-ending ’chain of genesis’]."
"Thus, over four epochs, there have been various hatreds, disputes, alliances, betrayals, splits, love affairs, and fusions between gods and demons."
"In the [Independent War], the confrontation between the God of Inspiration and the Angel of Wisdom was a script designed by the God of Inspiration from the start. In the [War of Eden], the hatred between the Goddess of Life and the God of Oblivion, the fight between order and chaos, the extinction of countless races was also planned by the three true gods..."
"To make this civilization ’grand and majestic’ and create a grand background of ’the gods rising together.’ In fact, Rovasa was supposed to have only [three real gods]...compared to [twenty-seven gods], it’s not that epic. The number twenty-seven is just to get a larger number, making it sound more magnificent, sacred, and splendid."
"In the end, the so-called myths are not that sacred; they are mere high-dimensional means to cope with the universal law of entropy increase. But those gods overdid it, and it became too much."
Su Ming’an was stunned.
He stood in this quiet space, for the first time glimpsing the void and playfulness behind ’gods.’ The sword spirit’s words, like a cold scalpel, dissected everything people believed in—prayers, faith, epics, and miracles—layer by layer, revealing a dizzying emptiness.
The deepest mysteries of the universe are always filled with allure and danger. Upon discovering truths beyond their comprehension, people have a sense of sky and earth collapsing. In this story, humans’ existence is as insignificant as ants.
—They were merely chasing the illusion of a god, imagining they saw the full picture of an epic, genuinely praising the concepts that gods represented. Whether that be wisdom, life, inspiration, contract spirit, nature protection, war, love, luck, smooth sailing, fortuitous rain, or anything else, they offered sincere devotion.
First-level gods designed second-level gods.
Second-level gods designed third-level gods.
"Have you ever heard of the seven deadly sins?" the sword spirit said,
"The initial three gods (first-level gods) established the ’seven deadly sins’ for the five ’pseudo-gods’ (second-level gods) and the fifteen ’pseudo-gods created by pseudo-gods’ (third-level gods) to create complex epics."
"Bestowed the sin of [Arrogance] upon the Goddess of Life Lotasha."
"Bestowed the sin of [Sloth] upon the God of Oblivion Klimens."
"Bestowed the sin of [Wrath] upon the War Angel Kenini."
"Bestowed the sin of [Envy] upon the Ocean Angel Najasha."
"Bestowed the sin of [Greed] upon the God of Trade Youli."
"Bestowed the sin of [Gluttony] upon the Disaster Demon Perlo."
"Bestowed the sin of [Lust] upon the Deceit Demon Evelyn."
"Though these gods carry sacred and noble exteriors, their cores are human. They inevitably have desires, conflicts, and weaknesses, making the stage more exciting—hence, the arrogant Goddess of Life scorned the human prince who was infatuated with her; the slothful God of Death willingly died at the hands of a human; Najasha killed countless people to vie for the role of supporting character; Kenini stirred up wars everywhere; Youli traded with Awakeners for wealth, introducing the no-bottom-draw system of Rovasa to ensnare players; Perlo, due to drunkenness, was betrayed by his son, leading to the dramatic conclusion of the War of Eden; the lust of Evelyn...heh, you should have seen that."
Su Ming’an closed his eyes.
Ignoring the sword spirit’s last quip, he truly sensed the world seemingly sliced into fine cross-sections before him. Everything lofty suddenly became things at his fingertips.
With sin and desire, humans are human.
With human sins and desires, what are gods?
Defined by the monk Evagrius Ponticus, proposed by Saint Thomas Aquinas, the seven sins in Christian doctrines that classify human vices—the seven deadly sins.
But when ’gods’ are given the seven deadly sins of ’humans,’ what then?
The Day of God’s Fall, the Independent War, the War of Eden, the God Seat Alliance, the Death of the Devil, the Sin of Stealing of the Twin Sisters, the Disaster of the Ocean...all the dramatic epics and disputes among gods known to humans are merely due to these sins and desires crafted by gods, making this civilization colorful.
Humans cannot truly imagine the form of gods. Like prisoners depicting the sky outside the high walls, Zeus’s passion and temper, Odin’s wisdom and cunning, Athena’s gentleness and toughness, none can escape the backdrop of human nature.
Using oneself as the measure to gauge the immeasurable. Envisioning incomprehensible power as characters in stories. Placing hats on them, masks, dressing them in human clothes, and shoes—named ’gods.’
Seeing thunder, people imagine a god who wields it with a violent temper; aware of life and death, they conjure gods of ’life’ and ’death’ at odds. Furthermore, longing for life and fearing death, humans imagine a war between these two gods.
If gods cannot be defined by humans, can gods define gods?
In the truth of Rovasa, this seems to already be reality. Superior beings defining inferiors according to their interests. Are gods defined like this still ’divine,’ or merely attributes dictated by stronger forces?
Moreover, there’s a paradox here.
Su Ming’an quickly noticed an issue, saying slowly:
"——If the ’True God’ Kritchens, Augustine, Isabel can define other gods, then, who defines these ’True Gods’?"
"Feeling hopeless?" the Sword Spirit raised an eyebrow, "The Lord of Dreams you are pursuing is likely a truly transcendent deity, an existence beyond human definition. It might surpass the Radiant Mother Goddess and other true deities, surpassing the End of All Things and the Supreme Lord that you know."
"No, I just find it interesting." Su Ming’an listened and then laughed.
"The most interesting thing is that the sum of the three original gods, five pseudo-gods, and fifteen pseudo-gods of pseudo-gods was supposed to be twenty-three, yet the number of Luowasha’s gods is twenty-seven."
"Moreover, according to the news I’ve obtained, Lotasha claims to have been written by Sique. I don’t know who is correct, but it suggests that the truth is not unique."
"There are also deities existing outside the system. For example, the Lord of Lies Casadia, the God of Intelligence Skatalia."
"In this way, I also completely understand the ’Day of God’s Fall’."
"The history reads: ’The gods feared the potential of the God of Intelligence, feared it would ascend to a First Level God, so they collectively attacked it, splitting it into the God of the Internet and the Steam God.’ In other words, the deities within the narrative system feared the outsider, the Dawn System’s God of Intelligence, would replace the positions of the three highest writers, thus they forcibly targeted it."
"Humans praying to the ’Goddess of Life’ for procreation is essentially a reverence and admiration for life’s proliferation; humans following the ’God of Covenant’s’ precepts is essentially maintaining social cooperation’s integrity; human desire, I have never seen it as a blessing of Cupid, but rather a manifestation from within, even if controlled by dopamine and oxytocin secretion, it remains their own."
His toes spun half a circle, eyes devoid of confusion:
"Even the epic conflicts sparked by the seven deadly sins, in the eyes of humans, still represent courage, sacrifice, and love. This is why so many Luowasha historians are willing to devote their lives to wildly exploring these historical facts from mere fragments of history, following the footsteps of predecessors. Countless minstrels are willing to compose songs, spending their lives singing. Even ordinary people like Lin Hejin, who in his writings quoted many words, anecdotes, and legends of the deities. Could this be seen as ’Gods’ being utilized by ’humans’?"
"——Even if it’s a fabricated story set by the three deities at the very beginning?" the Sword Spirit asked.
Su Ming’an laughed, answering without hesitation:
"Even if it’s a fabricated story."
"It is also a true epic."
The stories of gods might be fictional, but humans, by defining deities, defined themselves.
The "Creator Gods" of Luowasha created for the sake of brilliance, and this brilliance was precisely created for the survival of the majority of life on the entire planet and civilization.
"From this cunning perspective——" Su Ming’an declared firmly, expression calm, without doubting his words:
"——The ’Gods’ clearly serve these ’humans’. Serve the vast majority of life surviving on this planet."
"Therefore, deities love, embrace, kiss, hate, betray, conflict, slay or be slain by gods... Whether they wish to or not, they fundamentally protected this civilization from destructive rules. And the main life within this civilization are humans. Here, humans signify all races."
"I still uphold a human-centric ideology, believing that the majority of life is the master of this civilization. Luowasha is so, and Zhai Xing as well."
The golden space was extremely quiet.
The Sword Spirit stared at Su Ming’an in amazement, with even the fatigue in its eyes subsiding a bit.
"Heh..." After a long time, it laughed, seemingly finding it unbelievable, yet also understanding, "Clearly, you are the pinnacle of this civilization, the protagonist under everyone’s eyes, and yet you believe that the majority, as small as dust, are the masters?"
"Because deities can die for these lives." Su Ming’an replied calmly,
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"——So can I."
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"Beep beep!"
"Buzz——" A deep engine roar started, and several heavily armored chariots charged out, like iron beasts, crashing into the wave of mutants, forcibly plowing several bloody paths.
"Haha! This real thing is really thrilling!" the large, towering leaderboard player Xining laughed, turning the steering wheel to crush the blood surge, "Everyone, charge! Protect Su Ming’an on the high platform!!!"
"Protect Su Ming’an! Prioritize eliminating the units attacking the black wings the hardest!" Klish raised the teaching whip, expression stern, holding a chain like a giant python, sweeping in all directions.
The golden flames flowing from the Holy Sword, the colorful attacks of the players, the gold light of the mutants, the exploding flames, the dark red of blood...
Dust and blood mist lingered without dispersing, rendering the entire square like a shattered kaleidoscope. The situation was already this chaotic, yet the two key figures, Pope Hui Chi and Emperor’s Master Hui Bei, were still absent.
As Lü Shu gradually couldn’t hold on, and the mutants were about to completely overwhelm the Solitary Island——
"Crack... clatter..."
A slight sound came from the youth on the wheelchair.
A crown self-condensed on his forehead, with a base circulating a dark gold with mithril luster, lightly adorned with flawless white feathers. A robe draped from his shoulders, showing a fresh blood-like hue, as if soaked with the blood and fire of numerous ages.
Dust and blood mist surged around him, yet seemed to be separated by an invisible boundary. All chaotic colors and sounds turned into a still background upon nearing him.
He opened his eyes.
In the depths of his dark pupils, was reflected Lü Shu’s blood-stained profile, and the tide-like coming of the mutated zealots outside the wings.
Then, the reflection in his eyes began to burn.
As if a phantom of a sword, carrying infinite wickedness, rose in his eyes.
"It’s okay." he said.
He lifted his hand covered with silver threads, and clenched it.
The moment his fingers grasped the sword’s hilt——
"Buzz——"
A radiant golden halo suddenly expanded, with him at the center!
Like a dormant volcano awakening, the first light of dawn leaps over the horizon, booming outward!
"Sszz——!!!"
Every hand, eyeball, limb touched by the light wall is cleansed away like snow meeting the scorching sun, like butter meeting a blazing fire, all washed away, clouds split and fog cleared, the complexity erased!
The players’ skill effects all dim, the flying fireballs and frost vanish silently, leaving only the stillness after the storm. They stunnedly gaze at the brilliant high platform, under the blazing sun-like light, a slender shadow stands up.
The black-haired youth grips the sword, rising from the wheelchair.
The white feathers of the coronet flutter without wind, flowing with a gentle glow, the blood red edges of the robe illuminated by the light seem to come alive, highlighting his figure as towering as a pine tree.
Hair streaming backward in the chaotic current of energy, the coronet steady as a rock, he raises the sword, and swings it!
A line.
A black line that seems to devour all light extends from the sword tip, silently slicing through the space before him.
Where the black line passes——
The pouring golden light breaks off, the break smooth as a mirror.
The eyes and hands rushing madly are neatly cut in half, as if a hot knife through butter.
Countless figures annihilate along with it, like melting butter.
"Buzz——!!!!!!!"
The world shatters like broken glass, suddenly filled with countless web-like cracks! Stars dim, sunlight twists, the air groans from unbearable weight!
Numerous pale hands convulse, attempting to cover the cracks, but to no avail.
A single sword stroke, all severed!
"Swish——!"
The plaza clears in an instant, the surroundings suddenly silent, bodies fall to the ground, gradually losing their voice.
Su Ming’an lowers the sword tip, looking once more below.
Looking at the gods and demons in the sky with various expressions.
Looking at Atlanda in the shadows with a frozen expression.
Looking at the players’ expressions of ecstasy.
Looking at Lü Shu, covered in blood.
His voice calmly resonates:
"The ritual is complete."
"The Holy Sword is awakened."
"I, Su Ming’an, hereby——"
"Inherit all evils of this world, all hatred, all unfulfilled wishes and ultimate paths."
"In the name of ’Su Ming’an’, execute the reality of ’wielding the sword’."
"This sword——"
Su Ming’an twists his wrist, the sword’s edge pointing to the giant eye above the sky, and the void faintly visible behind the fracture.
"——shall slay ’deities’."
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Su Ming’an himself did not wish to say these words, finding them very shameful. However, the Sword Spirit insisted that this was a necessary oath.
Thus, the brave slayer of the Evil Dragon, the dazzling Savior under the sky, raised the Holy Sword and vowed to slay the gods.
This moment seemed like the final scene before the climax in a story.
In the flower-clustered epic, the Savior is about to step onto the final stage. Everyone admired his radiance, praised his bravery.
When the hero raised the Holy Sword high, when everyone’s heated, shocked, fearful, and hopeful gaze froze on the young man standing with the sword——
When everyone believed that this heir to the World Master, who suffered discrimination, bullying, and control, would raise the sword of revenge against Emperor’s Master Hui Bi and Pope Hui Chi——
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"——The pope killed the Emperor’s Master!!!"
A guard, covered in blood, crawled out from the palace, rolling and scrambling.
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The destiny train everyone favored suddenly took a sharp turn.
Heading towards an unexpected cliff’s end.
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