Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1677 - 20: Can a Rose Only Bear Roses?
However, to Su Wenjun’s surprise, Su Ming’an this time actually stood in front of the Radiant Mother God and the Lord of Dreams. In countless cycles of reincarnation, this time there seems to be hope of achieving the ideal that Su Wenjun deemed impossible.
However, Su Wenjun is no longer here; he heads towards the flames without looking back.
Hui Chi remains here.
He feels melancholic, sighs, regrets, and reveres the resolute Lord... If only Su Wenjun had held on a little longer, could he have seen the path Su Ming’an now walks?
After Su Wenjun left... that thin veil shrouding Hui Chi disappeared, and people finally saw the brilliance beneath the sun. It turns out this Godfather was so dazzlingly radiant.
...
One day after the players arrived.
"Creak—"
The Bishop with golden hair and red eyes sits on a sunlit rooftop, a violin with a fruitwood hue resting on his shoulder, and the sound of the violin flows out quietly, like a stream.
At his feet, a summoning formation lights up, and a young man adorned with a grape wreath steps out.
——Master of Eternity, Seventh Thrones.
Yuritilola glances around, scanning over the intricate flowers in the garden, landing his gaze on the Bishop.
"Luowasha person, was it you who summoned me?" Yuritilola crosses their arms, "Interesting, for a life form as lowly as you, you’ve found a method to summon high-dimensional beings. You’ve read quite a few books, haven’t you? But I’m very busy, if there’s nothing important, I’ll be on my way."
They evidently have no patience for a lowly life form like Hui Chi, who is just a being trapped on a planet, not worth their time to linger.
Hui Chi smiles and speaks, "Master of Eternity, I have heard you wish to cooperate with the Radiant Mother God to cover the correct world line with wrong ones."
Yuritilola stopped in their tracks, their eyes giving a sidelong glance, a hint of surprise flashing through: "You? A mere mortal, how do you know about our affairs?"
"I was fortunate to possess some vision and wisdom beyond that of mortals. If what I say is correct, consider that I’ve read enough books."
"Just reasoning?" Yuritilola chuckled twice, suddenly finding it amusing, "You short-lived, lowly creatures can always refresh my understanding time and again. Even many high-dimensionals couldn’t unravel such a conspiracy, yet you explained it in one sentence. Perhaps mortal persistence and wisdom can always break through limits."
Hui Chi stops pulling the strings, places his right hand holding the violin strings on his chest, and bows slightly, "My Lord once shone so brilliantly, overshadowing my own hundred-year radiance... now it just allows me, a mere supporting role, to show a little brilliance."
"So, what do you want to say?" Yuritilola’s tone is full of mockery, not believing Hui Chi could propose any formidable suggestion.
After all, mortals are just mortals. Even if they happen to glimpse the plans of deities, what can they do?
The stone bricks on the rooftop are warmed by the sun, with fresh green vines climbing along the edges. The gold-haired bishop stands among them, clad in a gold and white robe spread out like a silently blooming flower. He slightly tilts his head, his red eyes, having read countless books, half-closed, deep like a hundred-year-old wine.
This person is clearly gentle, dignified, serene, yet for a moment, Yuritilola thought they saw a crimson python.
The crimson python raised its chin and slowly spoke—
"Your cooperation with the Radiant Mother God is based on mutual need. They need you to construct the power of the dream, and you need their high-dimensional might to stabilize this vast sandbox and ultimately achieve your and Noel’s goal—to take Su Ming’an away."
"However, once the dream construction is complete, with Su Ming’an and others deeply trapped within, the Radiant Mother God, holding the world’s sovereignty, naturally gains the upper hand. By then, how do you ensure that they will give you the ’fruit’ completely as agreed, and not harvest everything before you reach it?"
"Remember, Su Ming’an... is very tempting."
Yuritilola’s arms tighten slightly as Hui Chi precisely hits their pain point. There truly is a counterfeit camaraderie and mutual distrust between them and the Radiant Mother God.
"You need to cage that tiger," Hui Chi said.
"Absurd!" Yuritilola sneered, "How could Kritchens enter the Cat Box on their own? That would be like voluntarily exposing their weakness to the world."
The Radiant Mother God would never appear in this Cat Box, not even as a background element, because entering this Cat Box makes them susceptible to being slain. Even a one-in-a-billion chance is unacceptable. This would be akin to voluntarily revealing their health bar.
As long as they don’t enter the Cat Box, no matter how the people inside struggle, they can’t target them.
"Of course, they wouldn’t enter voluntarily." Hui Chi’s smile deepened, filled with wisdom, "But we can passively ensure they exist within the Cat Box."
He pauses slightly:
"My plan consists of four steps."
"First, you need only to give me a ’Pope’ identity within the Cat Box, and I will use this identity to fabricate the image of the ’Radiant Mother God’ over the long years. Gradually alter the records and guide public opinion, bit by bit revealing the image of the ’Radiant Mother God’ to the populace. Let them gradually believe, have faith, even become fervent."
"Second, faith. Once the concept is initially established, I will have the suffering seek solace from them, have the confused seek guidance, embedding the ’Radiant Mother God’ deeply within this civilization. By then, they will be more than just an external name but a part of Luowasha’s backdrop, an integral part of the world’s coherent logic."
"Third, confinement. When the collective consciousness of billions firmly believes ’the Radiant Mother God is Luowasha’s deity,’ then according to Luowasha’s foundational rules, what will happen?"
He looks directly at Yuritilola’s slightly wide eyes, enunciating each word:
"They will be ’anchored’ in this Cat Box. Whether their true form desires it or not, their concept has been irrevocably drawn into the framework by the collective consciousness. Henceforth, within this sandbox, they must adhere to some rules—such as, as the background Supreme God, they cannot arbitrarily erase main characters without reason. For example, when the ’Brave’ follows specific legends, raising a specific ’Holy Sword’... then there exists the possibility of ’challenging the deity’."
"The Radiant Mother God finds themselves in a predicament where, if they attempt to forcibly interfere as an external ’deity,’ they may face backlash from the rules; whereas if they respond as an internal ’Demon King,’ they must enter the plot logic of the challenge, confronting the Brave who’s gathered the elements of ’slaying God (Holy Sword, Key)’."
"I admit, I am merely a lowly being, born in Luowasha, raised in Luowasha, destined to die in Luowasha. I cannot leave this sandbox, nor can I overturn this framework. Perhaps I will never witness the true shape of the universe." Hui Chi bows slightly, his posture humble, his red eyes like flames,
"I am merely creating a stage for the Brave who will one day wield the sword to slay God—Su Ming’an, that adheres to this world’s rules."
"I draw the unspeakable high dimensions into a realm where it can be challenged;"
"I compel the Mother God hiding behind the scenes to reveal their health bar;"
"I have transformed the formless Creator into a challengeable cat box pinnacle."
"This is what I, a mere mortal who has lived long in the shadow of the Protagonist, a Supporting Role who has read many books... can possibly radiate the most dazzling brilliance to bring an end to everything as a Savior."
"It is also my offering to you, a stratagem to assist you in fighting against the Radiant Mother God."
A silence enveloped the rooftop, only a gentle breeze rustling through the vines.
Sunlight seeped through the man’s slightly curly blond hair, the edge of his hair cast an almost transparent halo. His expression was calm, even with a kind of tranquility that follows the settling of dust, but beneath the calm flowed a dark river known only to himself.
All the contempt and impatience had disappeared from Yuritilola’s face. He stared blankly at the golden-haired, red-eyed Bishop before him, as if truly "seeing" him for the first time.
Indeed, like a terrifying python.
Clearly such an ambitious fellow, yet labeled with impressions of humility, weakness, and incompetence.
He felt an unprecedented chill, and a thrill struck with immense surprise. At this moment, he even harbored some fear towards the mortal in front of him.
"...Mortal," after a long pause, Yuritilola slowly exhaled, with solemnity in his voice, "your name?"
"Hui Chi." The Bishop replied with a smile, the sunlight enveloping him like a coronation.
——He would, through the compilation and narration over long years, forcibly pull the God outside the cat box into the cat box.
"Do you know how difficult this is?" Yuritilola couldn’t help but say, "You’re merely a mortal. If He realizes your delusion, He could crush you with a single finger."
The audacious madman laughed uproariously.
He laughed heartily, his blond hair lifting, a fruit-tree violin trembling at his side.
"Then I would truly get my wish." Hui Chi laughed loudly, "If He kills me, a character inside the cat box, He would be even more inevitably drawn into the cat box! It would equally fulfill my hope! Once He enters, someday, He will surely be killed by the God Slayer!"
...Madman.
Yuritilola stared at Hui Chi for a few seconds, then suddenly his aura softened, the oppressive force gone, and he asked:
"Your kind of madness really has various directions. But may I ask what you persist for? You don’t seem to have particularly noble character, nor an essential reason for gaining freedom."
Hui Chi pondered.
The initial reason was unwillingness to be a Supporting Role; later, it was being moved by Su Wenjun’s ideal and deciding to assist. Later still...
No, those reasons don’t really matter.
The true reason in his heart was actually...
The crimson python thought for a moment, finally finding the answer, and began to speak slowly:
"As the elder brother, with my younger siblings all busy—some venturing into High Dimensions, some exerting all efforts to protect the world’s fireseed, some transforming into a rabbit singing loudly, some becoming the Protagonist... I cannot be outdone by them; I need to do something, to look after them."
He provided an unexpected answer to the High Dimensions.
It was merely to look after his siblings.
What a lowly answer, what an unglamorous reason... Yuritilola thought he would hear a noble reason akin to Su Ming’an, but unexpectedly, it was such a petty reason. Yet it appeared very real, so real that the blond man before him suddenly seemed tangible, as if one could reach out and touch, clearly seeing the fine wrinkles on his face and the rough lines on his lips, clearly seeing the blood-red threads and passionate smile on his eye membranes.
The contrast being, for such a reason, he was determined to kill his own brother Hui Bei with his own hands, and Hui Bei willingly accepted his request.
Yuritilola paused for a moment, taking out a light purple grape flower, pinning it to Hui Chi’s chest with a single hand with some force: "Wishing you success... madman."
This was the signal of his agreement to ally.
He turned and disappeared, not looking back, and even his retreating figure exuded a hint of fear.
The lingering sound of the violin drifts away under the sunlight, Hui Chi lowered the bow, his crimson eyes finally beginning to burn quietly and fiercely.
He knew this was a path of no return. What he was about to do was to steal the name of the "Mother Goddess," to weave the garments of the "Mother Goddess."
To become the most blasphemous true believer of the "Mother Goddess," to become the most devout cult follower of the "Mother Goddess."
——To praise His false name.
...
"I will become part of the world’s decaying flesh, the worst and most corrupt rot."
"I will rot, I will be ugly, I will wither. I will become the worst part of this world, delving deeply into its sinful source, burning in concert with it. There will be those who hate me, detest me, who will exhaust everything to remove me."
"I will watch from above, looking down upon the four corners."
"I will give the Goddess a white daisy."
"I will give the Goddess a bright red mantle."
"I will give the Goddess a splendid crown."
"When the traveler Su Ming’an presents these to me, I will invite him to jointly visit the Goddess..."
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