Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1433 - 84: Extra – IF Route: The Sunrise That Was Once Our Course (Part 1)
The girl held the colorful bubble in her hands as if it were a sincere heart.
Thump, thump, thump.
The fate of the world shifted as the boy and girl exchanged glances, like a fairytale about to reach its perfect conclusion.
A white swan stretched its neck, and the reeds swayed in the wind.
"However."
The boy’s voice broke the silence.
He didn’t oppose Yuanyuan’s actions, but he still wanted the truth: "Since you’ve experienced so many reincarnations, then tell me everything you know. For instance, what happened initially."
Yuanyuan nodded: "Okay." This was what she intended to do.
The colorful ball in her hand shone brightly, covering all that was visible in a layer of color:
"I will show you everything we experienced when the World Game first descended upon Zhai Xing."
Su Ming’an stared at her for a moment, then closed his eyes.
...
"...If I kill you here, do you think... anyone would find out?"
A gentle voice floated down from above.
Su Ming’an opened his eyes, realizing that he had already entered the past that Yuanyuan was showing. He tried to raise his hand, but heard the clink of chains and found himself confined in a basement.
...What had he experienced on this first journey?
A long sword, blue as water, pressed against his throat.
The cold light pierced his eyes, and he couldn’t see who was in front of him.
"The year is almost over. Once the last batch of players returns from the Fifteenth World, we’ll enter the final wish phase. Speaking of, although many players have had the fortune to come into contact with High Dimensions, like the heir of the ’Ninth Thrones·Laplace Monster’ Supervisor Lü Shu, or the heir of the ’Eighth Thrones, Lord of Thought and Faith’ Antetolia. Yet, indeed, the person I find most dangerous is you." The person squinted his eyes, wearing a warm, sunny smile:
"—The heir to the ’Eleventh Thrones’ ruler, Su Ming’an."
"The dark aura on you is too strange. I’m worried you might make a wish that harms humanity, so... can I stab you with a sword? Right through the heart."
The sword gleamed with chilling light, and the questioner’s inquiry was gentle, yet filled with undeniable murderous intent.
Su Ming’an’s vision gradually cleared, and he finally saw the person’s appearance—
Hair as blue as the sea, eyes like ocean depths, a gentle smile, and an elegant aura. A black suit fit snugly on his body, a pristine long pointed collar like a sharp blade, a wine-red tie stained with dried blood, and the sword hilt grasped by a distinctly jointed right hand.
Lu Likalpos.
...On the first journey, were they actually enemies?
"Dark aura..." Su Ming’an instantly understood the situation. It seemed that his first self had a similar experience to his cloning Shadow. In the First World, he was scratched by zombies, causing a mutation in his body, spiraling a dark aura that put everyone on edge around him. This led to the famous "Have you never seen three people?" incident, driving him into complete darkness.
At this point in time, the World Game was about to end, having perfectly traversed all of the year’s instances, about to enter the final wish phase.
"There should have been fifteen instances..." Su Ming’an felt a pang in his heart.
He tried to break free but found it was useless. Clearly, his performance this time was subpar, and he hadn’t become a god yet.
"...What are you thinking?" The blue-haired youth leaned in, shifting the sword blade.
"You might not believe this," Su Ming’an spoke the truth, "I come from over four billion reincarnations later. By that time, I was half a step into high dimensions, and you had become the Third-level God Sea Emperor, still a good companion of mine. Now I’m revisiting the memory of the first reincarnation."
"Oh..." Lu responded sweetly, with an expression of intrigue, seemingly believing him, yet not fully trusting at all: "Impressive, truly worthy of a ruler."
When Lu was a friend, Su Ming’an felt only warmth and a comedic obsession with the Chen River, but now he sensed a shadow in his eyes.
"I’ve long heard of your silver tongue, even backstabbing the ascending Noel, leaving no remains. I cannot easily trust your words," Lu said with a bright smile.
"...I backstabbed Noel?" Su Ming’an was surprised. Had he really done such a thing? Truly, fate had reversed.
"Yes, a conflict of ideals, and you mercilessly stabbed him to death." Lu supported his chin with one hand, sitting in front of Su Ming’an: "Alright, claiming to be from the future, what do you intend?"
"What are the themes of the twelfth to fifteenth instances?" Su Ming’an asked.
"Answering with a question? It seems you misunderstand your position." Lu raised an eyebrow, gazing into the darkness: "I have many ways to make you speak the truth."
"A fair exchange makes it even." Su Ming’an showed no sign of fear, tilted his head, allowing the blade to leave a red gash on his neck, lazily said, "I enjoy playing turtle soup and Q&A games with others... Won’t you play with me, Lu Likalpos?"
The subsequent Q&A became much more relaxed.
Lu appeared to be intrigued, unabashedly answering his questions in front of a doomed man.
The Twelfth Instance, Hog’s Steam Legacy. Players wandered through the night of British Era, donned high hats, carried suitcases with silver bullet guns, waded through dense fog and Soul Hookers’ scrutiny, stepping into Ancient Ruins and uncovering epic history. Religion, witchcraft, mechanical shotguns, and runes.
The Thirteenth Instance, Imperial Interspace Meme. Players’ roles divided into Attackers, Resonators, and Guardians, in a class-differentiated worldview, studying soul resonance, mechas, and Star Destroyers, venturing into the universe’s mysteries and planets’ origins. Insect Race, class, mecha, and Two-directional Foil.
The Fourteenth Instance, Liar’s Eighteen Trials. Players climbed the tower from Hell, endured escape rooms, snowstorm mountain villas, and life-and-death games, strategized the protagonist of each trial, altering the tragedy scripted by the script, weaving the web of dreamtime in the multiverse, encountering people from past, present, and future simultaneously. Middle Ages, Western Fantasy, Quick Travel, and Infinite Stream.
The Fifteenth Instance, Reality. All players returned to reality, spent old-nightmare days.
While Lu spoke incessantly, Su Ming’an opened the leaderboard interface and was shocked to find that he was not the Number One Player this time, only ranking eleventh. Lü Shu, Lu, Bei Wang, and Mizushima Kawa Sora ranked in the teens or even twenties. The top ten players were dominated by a group of unknown individuals.
"The top ten on the leaderboard, from back to front, are Mao Lian, Rock, Ran Bo, Alildo, Edith, Blake, Mu Changying, Ludwig, and Antetolia. Who are these people? Never heard of them... As for the Number One Player, named...."
In an instant, Su Ming’an’s pupils contracted tightly, as if seeing sharp objects that made him tremble uncontrollably.
He nearly covered his mouth, his fingers trembling.
...
[World Game Leaderboard:]
[No.1: Hui Bai (Combat Power: 8712) (Number One Player) (Perfect Pass*15)/Occupation: Reincarnation Siren]
[No.2: Antetolia (Combat Power: 8543) (Perfect Pass*15)/Occupation: Holy Song Chorus]
[No.3: ...]
...
No way, dude.
This direct impact was only second to when he first saw the [Ninth World·Zhai Xing]. In an instant, his mind exploded like fireworks.
... Hui Bai? Hui Bai?
... Hui Bai was the Number One Player of Zhai Xing before!?
Moreover, there is someone named "Ran Bo" in the top ten, this is no coincidence.
"Luowasha and Zhai Xing... were originally the same world?" Su Ming’an’s pupils trembled.
So, from the start, the Red Tower Scoundrel Hui Bai approaching him, the Number One Player, was indeed intentional.
"...Distracted?" A gentle voice arose.
Lu spun a sword flower, pressing it against Su Ming’an’s forehead, a familiar smile tugging at the corners of his lips: "It’s about time, I will make my move."
"Wait." Su Ming’an immediately said, "I know a lot of information about High Dimensions. I will make you believe I come from the future."
Then, he narrated a lot of information, such as Lu’s fondness for Chen He and aircraft carriers, Dieying’s little secrets, the authority of the Inorganic God, and so on.
Finally, Lu put away the sword.
With a furrowed brow, after strong hesitation, he unlocked Su Ming’an’s iron chain.
"Alright, the information you mentioned does mostly align with the rumors I’ve heard." Lu lowered his eyes: "And, indeed, I’ve told no one about my liking for Chen He and aircraft carriers... Considering your drastic change in demeanor, perhaps you indeed come from the future. However, I will always keep an eye on you, and advise you not to do anything unnecessary."
Next, Lu took Su Ming’an to attend a meeting.
This was a meeting themed on the "Ultimate Wish Event Discussion", attended by all Full Perfect Clear players.
At the beginning of the meeting, a man with a neat hairstyle slapped the table and looked around sternly at everyone:
"...Ladies and gentlemen, let’s not keep secrets, among us, there are some traitors. Among our thirty-five Full Perfect Clear brethren, some harbor sinister intentions, siding with some evil-positioned organizers, intending to harm humanity in the ultimate wish event!"
He was named Blake, ranked 5th, a Dutchman, wearing a high hat, with a curled mustache, holding a cigarette between his fingers.
"...Indeed, however, we cannot know which of us the traitors are." Rank 2, Antetolia, a blonde woman with ocean-blue eyes, beauty comparable to Noel’s dress.
"...When the ultimate wish event comes, there will likely be a bloody showdown." Rank 3, Ludwig, with blue hair draped over his shoulders, spoke calmly.
"...I say, why not kill all suspicious figures before wishing." At that moment, a cold voice arose, from a sullen purple-haired woman named Edith, ranked 6th. Her gaze fixed on Su Ming’an, clearly targeting him: "For instance, those with a heavy dark aura, behaving erratically."
"I agree." Another voice echoed, from a crew cut man named Rolle, ranked 17th, watching Su Ming’an vigilantly: "To prevent him from making a wish to annihilate humanity, why not eliminate the threat in advance."
Suddently the focus of everyone’s suspicion, Su Ming’an felt a bit intrigued. How long has it been since he was targeted by players like this? For Shadow, it was a common occurrence. Even as the World Game neared its end, no one believed his true heart.
No wonder, Shadow became indifferent to everything. Not caring, one wouldn’t be hurt.
"...Speaking of which, how is Su Ming’an attending this meeting?" People started whispering:
"...The Eleventh Thrones identity is suspicious, and Su Ming’an being the heir of the Eleventh Thrones is even more suspect."
"...He has always been an untrustworthy person."
"...It’s not too late to eliminate the threat now, there are no longer prohibitions against harm, how about breaking his limbs."
When ill-intentioned gazes gathered, someone spoke up.
"Ladies and gentlemen." Golden hair, blue eyes, hands gently placed on the table, a warm smile like spring, making one feel as if basking in the spring breeze. He arched his brows, a smile on his lips, exuding a charm hard to refuse: "Please listen to what I have to say."
In an instant, all fell silent.
They were all proud and strong individuals, and only one man could earn their respect.
——The Number One Player, Hui Bai.
"Amongst all of you present, who hasn’t fought all the way to where they are now, and would be killed by their own brethren for such a reason? We can’t just end another’s life on mere suspicion." Hui Bai smiled, kindly looking at Su Ming’an:
"Besides, I believe in Su Ming’an."
"He is not a bad guy, but a very good person."
Suddently receiving Hui Bai’s kindness, Su Ming’an was somewhat dumbfounded. After all, they weren’t currently well acquainted.
Meanwhile, Rank 2, Antetolia spoke: "Yes. You all are the cornerstones of the New World, and shouldn’t fall to unfounded accusations just before the dawn."
Rank 5, Blake stroked his mustache, nodding: "I also don’t agree with infighting."
Rank 4, Mu Changying, a Dragon Country woman with a black ponytail, expressed her stance boldly: "As the saying goes in the Dragon Country, don’t kill generals before the battle. Everyone, let’s wait until after the wish to see the outcome!"
Over thirty people each voiced their opinions, a gathering of talents, everyone present at the pinnacle of the world converged here. Su Ming’an was moved, memorizing each of their appearances one by one.
The meeting continued, with most discussing the post-war landscape, Antetolia wanted to become an adventurer traveling the universe, Ran Bo aimed to be a scientist, Mao Lian wanted to be a leader maintaining order, Mu Changying wanted to revive ancient martial arts...
The stars gathered, not a single one dimmed.
After the meeting ended, Su Ming’an followed Hui Bai.
"...Why help me?" Su Ming’an asked softly.
"Hmm?" The golden-haired, blue-eyed man paused, the braid on his back swaying, he smiled: "I’m not helping you, I just think indiscriminate killing of the innocent is unfavorable."
"Are you planning to do nothing and just wait for the wish event to arrive?" Su Ming’an said.
Hui Bai placed a hand on his chest, a layer of radiance enveloping his face: "In fact, if we indiscriminately slaughter thirty-five brethren, it would instead force many to their brink. Also, the traitors have aid from High Dimensions, able to escape at a moment’s notice; we cannot preemptively eliminate them anymore. So, we can only wait until all wishes are made, before facing the traitor’s blade, and we are prepared for sacrifice."
"We are afraid too, but we cannot flee."
"On that day, we will stand in front of all humanity."
