Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1685: Final - · River Crossing Arc [28] · "I Will Protect You.
"Swish!"
Below was really crowded. Anyone with divine level strength wanted to jump up.
I thought there would be a confrontation, but unexpectedly, once this person jumped up, he immediately shrank into a corner, displaying a self-imposed isolation, refusing communication.
This person had wild half-long crimson hair tied into a ponytail, arms crossed, still wearing a leather jacket, dangling star and moon earrings, metal traces on his neck, wrists, and belt. Every time he saw this person dressed like this, Su Ming’an would wonder, wouldn’t all the metal rings clatter when he moves stealthily?
—Alger.
Seeing Su Ming’an approaching, Alger immediately retreated a few steps, unwilling to talk, with a look as if the world had forgotten him, as though this would ease the awkwardness of him just assassinating Su Ming’an, since he was overwhelmed and controlled by Aylan.
Su Ming’an observed for a moment, then said:
"... Tell me about your sister, Golinda’s situation. Maybe I can save her."
He was not repaying an injury with kindness, just using the opportunity. Alger’s every action was to redeem his brain-dead sister. If treated correctly, assistance would be better than resistance. This world always has many self-serving people, he had no interest in criticizing them for being not noble enough.
Alger’s eyes briefly lit up, then quickly dimmed.
"It’s useless." Alger turned his head, "My soul is already under Aylan’s control, he uses Gedoria as leverage to defeat me. Even if I accidentally fall here and regain consciousness for a short time, once I go out, I’ll be a walking corpse again."
"I heard from your United Group that I’m someone good at creating miracles." Su Ming’an revealed his long-lost strategic smile, extending his palm, "Miracles are always born of the impossible, aren’t they? Trust me, speak to me, I’d like to create a miracle for you."
Looking at him, Alger’s eyes went blank for a moment, flickered with confusion, and involuntarily nodded.
Then, Alger quickly became alert: "Impressive... SS Charm. But, sorry." He turned around, continued shrinking in the corner, like a self-isolating hamster.
Seeing this, Su Ming’an no longer persuaded, he scanned his surroundings, suddenly noticing another person climbing up.
This person did not have divine level strength, but she managed to get up!
"Brother Ming’an?"
The girl with ram horns braided hair had a charming and lovely face, moist lips, wearing a pink and white knitted sweater, her hands enveloped in long sleeves, a cute neighborhood girl in a white skirt and black leather shoes.
The girl said, "A big abyss appeared just now, I accidentally fell in, and mom didn’t catch me in time... Didn’t expect to meet you here." She awkwardly rubbed her leg, looking as if it hurt.
Beside, Lu, confused by the situation, paused and looked at Su Ming’an, wondering where did this sister come from?
—Bai Chun.
The Lord of Dreams is really not picky. Even someone like Bai Chun could enter the Black Water Dream, enjoying the ability to shuttle through worlds; it’s truly a mix of good and bad.
Among "them", there are those who respect the world, like Dara, Lü God, Bai Qiu, and the men in white robes, primarily observing, not interfering, having a good relationship with Su Ming’an, and not enemies. There are also those like Bai Chun who have no respect, treating other worlds as a playful game, regarding all the Heavenly Pride of Luowasha as objects to be strategized.
For Lü God and Bai Qiu, Su Ming’an was grateful. But for people like Bai Chun, Su Ming’an showed no mercy.
Previously, Bai Chun even targeted Su Ming’an, but when Su Ming’an attacked her, she deliberately died, equivalent to "quitting the game". The original Bai Chun she possessed truly died.
Now she came again, with a different identity, this time from "Bai Chun" to who?
Her appearance changed, but her aura hadn’t, so much so that Su Ming’an recognized her at once.
"You call me Brother Ming’an?" Su Ming’an frowned.
Suddenly, a long-lost system prompt sounded.
...
"Ding Dong!"
[You have triggered "Peeping Mode."]
...
The next moment, he heard her inner voice.
(Did I call wrong? No way, the identity I possessed this time is "Lin Chunchun", Lin Wang’an’s adopted daughter...)
Bai Chun looked at him, outwardly acting spoiled, while thinking about these inside.
Su Ming’an kept wondering, why is the Lord of Dreams so concerned about him with so many civilizations in the universe?
He considered a few guesses: First, to anchor certain details of this reincarnation. Second, being favored by Su Ming’an... which is dismissible. Third, this is His "Tao". Most of Su Ming’an’s reincarnations were extremely brilliant, the civilization centered around him attracted the "Tao" of High Dimensions of the Lord of Dreams. Observing Su Ming’an’s civilization benefits the Lord of Dreams to grow stronger.
Su Ming’an didn’t pay attention to Bai Chun, directly passing her, hearing her heart:
(Why is he ignoring me? Damn... Surely in his heart, there’s only the Lighthouse.)
(If that blue planet wears a wedding dress, would he really marry a planet?)
(I’m Lin Wang’an’s adopted daughter, he should be interested in Lin Wang’an’s current situation! Why isn’t he asking me, so we could get closer...)
Su Ming’an heard the term "Lin Wang’an", however, he didn’t care what she was doing, whether she had a new life, family, or children.
"What does it matter to me." He closed his eyes, shut them tightly, then quickly reopened them.
Standing here, he sensed the slow and strong pulse of the black water, forming a grand and harmonious resonance with the flowing star river above, the swimming giant whales, and the wandering star sand, as if the primal heartbeat of the entire universe.
A divine, tranquil silence that embraces everything.
If one were to lie down here and sleep, wrapped gently by the beginning and end of time, perhaps they could enter an eternal dream realm... Never tired, never sorrowful again...
"Your Highness." Suddenly, a charming voice came from beside him, Eve softly approached him, her heart-shaped tail flicking, "It seems we need to protect you again."
Beside him, the red-haired Great Devil Perlo continued to drink, surrounded by a scent intoxicating to the nose.
"It’s you guys." Su Ming’an said.
These two demons appearing here, he was not surprised. They were both Third-level Gods, not afraid to come here.
"Ah... Familiar fragrance, mother’s scent." Evelyn indulged in the smell, "He is here, I can feel it... Rest assured, Your Highness, Perlo and I will do everything to send you to meet Him."
"Everything?" Su Ming’an turned, "Even if it means dying, you will protect me?"
Towards these two demons, Su Ming’an was a bit puzzled, They kept guarding him, not loyal to Hui Bei or Hui Chi. Clearly third-level gods, yet they exhaust themselves guarding him.
Evelyn, hearing this, showed an enchanting smile, lifted her long skirt, and lightly bowed: "Of course, I will forever protect you. Whether in life or death, poverty or wealth, health or sickness."
The words sounded like a vow, Su Ming’an coughed lightly, turning his gaze.
Behind, Bai Chun’s inappropriate heart voiced: (Turns out he likes this mature type? Clearly, I asked mom, he likes...)
Yet Lin Wang’an never knew Su Ming’an’s preferences.
As if she loved him, yet never loved him.
...
[Swish——]
[Consciousness upload complete.]
[Space coordinates stable.]
[Detected numerous consciousness fluctuations.]
[Welcome, participants.]
...
At this moment, a concept penetrated people’s hearts, without sound, only indifference.
The star sea seemed to whisper, and the black water mirrored a solitary shadow.
...
[Welcome 1,876,520 variables to the "Source Point."]
[Here, there is neither good nor evil, neither beginning nor end, only choice.]
[You have come because of the pulse of the seal, gathered by the gravity of causality. This is both accidental and a necessary selection of "interferers" by the "Source Point."]
[Basic trial format: Question and answer.]
[There are two types of questions, corresponding to two levels.]
[First: The White Question.]
[Speculative, with no constraints on answers.]
[Second: The Color Question.]
[One stands at the front, others are bound by their word.]
[If answered correctly, the path will reveal itself, allowing you to walk side by side.]
[If answered incorrectly, danger will ensue, requiring collective effort to overcome.]
[This question probes the depth of awareness and the measurement of value.]
[There is no way back, no option to forfeit.]
[Now—please step forward, everyone.]
...
As though in an instant, these concepts were implanted in their minds, and people widened their eyes, looking at each other.
"Damn!" The first to speak was Chen Yuhang, slapping his thigh, "The entire universe speaks Dragon Country’s language!"
"Hmm?" Lu raised an eyebrow, "I perceive it as Ideological Language."
"I hear the voice of the ocean..." Najasha said with a smile.
Su Ming’an glanced at Najasha, wanting to kick this madman down, but Najasha, being clever, had already run to stand on another whale, separated by thousands of miles.
"What a fuss... I’ve said that the Source Point will present different things based on the identity of the life form." Xiao Love, who had appeared out of nowhere, said, "You are players, so it’s a ’game trial’! Actually, nothing should have been explained, you should rely on your own understanding, but the World Game translated it for you... lucky players."
When put this way, the World Game is like a mother in some aspects, taking care of the players meticulously. Of course, in other aspects, it’s nothing like that, not a mother who wipes out her children at every turn.
Su Ming’an already understood that the trial’s format was question and answer. It was necessary to question one’s conscience and find the path to "self" paved with countless corpses.
A concept directly entered their hearts:
...
[White Question·First Question]
[Question: In all destiny and reincarnation... who do you think is the final winner?]
[Available Gates:]
[A·White Gate: Deity (Eternal, Master, Embodiment of Rules)]
[B·Stone Gate: Mortal (Struggler, Heir)]
[C·Gray Gate: No Winner (Everything returns to void)]
[D·Mirror Gate: Everyone is their own winner (The meaning lies in oneself)]
[Please walk towards the gate representing your answer.]
...
Between the boundless black water, extended four long paths leading to four gates as pure as ivory.
The crowd was in a commotion, and most subconsciously looked at Su Ming’an, waiting for his choice.
"The White Question, regardless of whether the answer is correct or not, is harmless. The Color Question, if one person answers correctly, others can follow through. If one person answers incorrectly, that person will face an almost certain death situation... it seems this rule is aimed at a few people; we are too many, which might be beneficial. It’s estimated that adjustments will be made later, with other types of checkpoints." Lu slowly repeated the rule, "The gate is white, this is the White Question. I suggest everyone choose the same answer, don’t fall behind."
"What if the question requires honesty? Should we all choose the same then?" Najasha was playing with her fingernails.
"It’s just a suggestion." Lu said, "Frankly, among our millions, as long as one person is the final winner, that’s enough."
His words were truthful and cruel—since this is a high-dimensional trial ground, the probability of mortals passing is very low, for they, who have accidentally entered, even with the World Game’s protection, are unlikely to reach the end.
"No need for that, I have confidence, you can rely on your own abilities." Su Ming’an said, "I don’t believe I can’t pass through here, and I fear more that you will become sacrifices."
"Your Highness need not blame yourself." Evelyn chuckled softly, covering her mouth, "Compared to the mountains of corpses and seas of blood caused by Kritchens and Yuritilola, we are but insignificant digits. The Last Supper, thirteen disciples... you are neither Jesus nor Judas. If my death can bring forth the birth of a new god, lifting you to the peak, both Perlo and I are willing."
"I can’t understand your loyalty, but even if it’s a number, it’s a real life." Su Ming’an fiddled with his ring, "I don’t want... to see any more sacrifices. If it is necessary, please think before you do it..."
He paused for a moment, then softly said,
"...can you persist a little longer?"
As his words fell, the sky was silent.
Perlo and Evelyn were silent in response, Lu and Najasha’s eyes flickered, Chen Yuhang stood nearby, Alger huddled in a corner. They had already ignored why, at such a time, they had such great confidence and a sense of security from a younger man.
