Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1436 - 87: “My Dialogue with the World Game (Part 2)”
The Cosmic Cat lacks consciousness.
The "World Game" and the "Master of the End of All Things" it has evolved are merely biological instincts, white blood cells to counter the "virus" of entropy increase.
Therefore, no amount of prayer from people will make It think.
The piercing prayers irritated Su Ming’an, and with the catalytic effect of the alcohol, his emotions surged. He stepped forward with water and kicked the altar, finally silencing the annoying sound.
The white door opened wider, half-hidden and half-revealed, vaguely showing the light within.
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[The Sixth Seal]
[The "instances" presented by the World Game originate from the original world, yet do not belong to the original world. These instances can be altered, invaded, and changed by a Player, but all changes are merely stored as a template and are not printed onto the original world.]
[——Unless someone truly achieves the "most perfect ending."]
[In the assessment of the World Game, this is known as the "highest difficulty perfect clearance."]
[If such an ending is achieved, it means that this is the development limit under the current resource conditions of the civilization, the most appropriate direction to take.]
[Then, the World Game will reflect this ending back to the civilization to which the instance originally belonged, allowing that civilization to evolve according to this "most perfect TRUE-END" achieved, thus reducing chaotic and disorderly development directions and leading the civilization to Redemption.]
[Some instances are very simple, derived from some low-level civilizations, and the challenges are nothing more than a few greedy rulers, a mad scientist, a wandering Ghost... It’s not difficult to achieve the most appropriate ending, and with the effort of Players, these low-level civilizations can be quickly rescued.]
[After achieving a perfect ending, these instances will be automatically erased from the World Game because their original civilization has understood what to do and has been redeemed.]
[But some instances are extremely difficult, originating from some High Level civilizations, where the difficulties are very complex: rebellious underclass, rampant Evil Dragons, entrenched classes, the coveting of Gods, conflict of Authorities, cosmic contamination, self-devouring chains, the Ouroboros of Causality, grandmother paradox, Klein Bottle, High Dimension slicing...]
[If a perfect ending is never achieved, the instance will continue to be stored in the World Game.]
[Moreover, with every arrival of the World Game in a world, the world itself will also be recorded by it, becoming a new instance template.]
[Therefore, the total number of instances in the World Game always remains between 10 and 15. The ones that decrease are the low-level worlds that have been redeemed. The ones that increase are the High Level worlds that have never solved the problem.]
[To deify the world, the Saint Heir must bow and engrave the Seven Seals on the back of the right hand.]
[He said, being without emotion or desire is a sin, having emotions and desires is a sin, Awakening is a sin, ignorance is a sin, only perfection is without sin.]
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The Sun is black as ink, the Moon turns blood-red, and the Stars in the sky all fall.
The sky rolls up like a scroll, and the lake rises in violent waves.
Su Ming’an’s hand rested on the door handle, the white door watching him.
"So that means..." Su Ming’an listened to the explanation of the World Game, this voice lingering in his ear like a chorus of men and women. Even though his mind, catalyzed by alcohol, was drowsy, he continued to think hard, organizing everything completely:
"The World Game is an ’organ’ evolved by the Universe to counteract entropy increase. Like a black cat that develops the urge to play on a cat climbing frame during its Growth... Hmm, my previous ’Cosmic Cat Study’ was very prescient."
"The World Game is a street wanderer, wandering to whichever world it comes across, staying in that world for a while, photographing and recording it, storing it as a template for an instance, and then continuing to wander."
"Each civilization is exploring its most suitable development direction, and in the transformation by the Awakeners, the World Game has turned from a camera into a mobile murder mystery party, creating scripts consistent with each civilization’s scenarios, allowing the life in the next world it visits to ’play,’ with the intention of achieving a perfect ending, finding the most perfect TE, reducing disorderly BE, and feeding back to the original world corresponding to each instance, thereby counteracting the increase of entropy."
"The instances seem simulated, but they are actually in a ’waiting for anchor points to fall’ process, like an instant feedback mechanism—when the condition of ’Player achieves the most perfect TE’ is triggered, the instance will print TE onto the original world, redeeming it."
"The World Game will continuously incorporate civilizations waiting for redemption, once a batch is perfected it moves on to the next, constantly updating and replacing instances. But the number will stay fixed between 10 and 15, because there will always be instances that solve the problem, as well as instances that cannot solve the problem, constantly occupying the World Game’s latrine."
"Moreover, the World Game has another advantage, which is to select people whose thoughts align with the World Game’s thinking. This matches with the information I learned about ’The Seven Seals’ earlier. The World Master said, ’Seals’ represent the Perfect Pass mark, collecting all the ’Seals’ means the Player’s thinking is very similar to that of the World Game, suitable to become the World Game’s assistant, manager, or even controller."
"In that case, Boss Rabbit was probably once a Player, and the earliest batch of Players at that! It once obtained Full Perfect Clear, and the World Game thought its thought pattern was excellent, so it invited it to become the first Organizer."
Su Ming’an thought while seeing seven Angels appear on the lake.
An Angel came forward holding a golden incense burner, accepted many incense offerings to the altar that had just been kicked over by Su Ming’an, and then used the incense burner to scoop the Flames from the altar.
They opened their holy wings, chanting music that was difficult to discern in unison.
Four Knights on horses, armed with bows, large knives, scales, and Shadow, constantly surrounded Su Ming’an.
They were all illusions, making the scene solemn and oppressive, as if to deter Su Ming’an from knocking on the door.
In such a gaze, Su Ming’an still raised his hand without any burden, knocking on the white door at a leisurely pace.
Knock, knock, knock.
The 19-year-old youth knocked on the ancient door that had existed for trillions of years.
——The consciousness of the World Game, or else, the system.
He opened his mouth.
——If you truly have consciousness, as the highest player of this game, I question you.
——Where is the beginning? Where is the end?
——If a world as complex and diverse as Luowasha is the Universe’s malady, a virus that deserves to die, a locust of the Universe, then what kind of world should we become to win the Blessing of a ’perfect ending’?
——If all this is indeed reality, then where should we walk back to that golden woodland?
——If we are judged as a ’Cosmic Disaster’ as soon as we open our eyes, then is your existence truly an impartial gift from ’God,’ or the Damocles Sword destined to fall?
Knock, knock, knock.
Smoke swirled.
The white door opened a crack again, completely aligned toward Su Ming’an.
He also saw clearly—the color inside the door, like the colors of illusions, the colors of lasers, the colors of dreams, the colors of all things existing and non-existing.
An invisible gaze fell upon him. He knew it was the gaze of the "God" who had consumed the Lamb’s Treasure Blood.
That "God" was named the World Game.
At that moment, his thoughts turned to something else:
"Since Sique Olivius is the leader of the ’Awakeners,’ it shows that Sique is indeed not just an innocent Magpie."
"Sorting through the previous information... When I was unconscious, I heard the conversation between Sique and a person claiming to be ’Bolong.’ Sique said he would pay the price to make me an ’Awakener.’"
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["Second seat, you... you’re awake?"]
["Mmm, the real me has awoken. Looking at the situation in Luowasha, Su Ming’an and ’Future Me’ are getting along well and have become quite good friends... Alright, I’ll pay the price, please let Su Ming’an become an ’Awakener’ once more."]
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"There’s still little information on the ’Awakener’, so let’s put that aside for now. To simply outline the timeline, it should be:"
"Step one: The ’Awakener’ Sique, from some unknown civilization, created the ’Black Water Dream’ and communicated with the ’Awakeners’ of all worlds to collaboratively transform the World Game →→→ Step two: After Sique transformed the World Game, he caught the attention of the first seat, Boss Rabbit, and was invited to become the second seat →→→ Step three: Sique foresaw that the Master of the End of All Things would destroy everything in the future, and to save me, Sique paid the price, gave up the identity of the second seat and high-dimensional abilities, and reincarnated as an ordinary magpie in Luowasha, living and dying weak and helpless. Therefore, in the memories of Sique I saw, when Sique was very young, Boss Rabbit had already appeared on the streets of the Red Tower Kingdom, asking Sique if he wanted to become the second seat. Boss Rabbit indeed always kept the position of the second seat for Sique, even if the high-dimensional Sique had become the ordinary Sique →→→ Step four: The ordinary Sique became friends with me in Luowasha, and after experiencing the trials and tribulations of the Eleventh World, he lay down to sleep and never woke up again."
"... Alas, Sique Olivius."
Su Ming’an was filled with complex emotions.
Some people do good deeds and can’t wait to present every little thing in front of you, demanding your praise and emotion. Some people do good deeds, even those of great magnitude, yet they silently hide them beneath an iceberg, which you might never discover if you don’t look closely.
But once discovered, the complex emotions felt are incomparable.
For Su Ming’an, his first encounter with the noble purple-haired host of the tea party at the round table in the Black Water Dream of Luowasha was just the beginning. But for Sique Olivius, that moment of meeting Su Ming’an was the end, the conclusion of his own story.
Sique Olivius, he had completed everything he was supposed to.
All the things that should be done have been done, all the roads that should be walked have been walked.
...
["I am Sique, the Great Creator of Luowasha. I think you have heard my name; some call me the ’Pioneer’."]
...
Su Ming’an remembered Sique’s speech in Luowasha.
Pioneer.
This term is really well used, truly worthy of a great artist.
The sound of water grew louder.
The white door finally fully opened, and a shadow slowly walked out.
Su Ming’an understood that the person stepping out was the embodiment of the World Game’s consciousness, which is the system. In theory, as an "organ" evolved from the universe, it should have no bias, no thought, no stance, and only act on instinct.
Su Ming’an was prepared to see a large ball of light.
However, upon seeing clearly, Su Ming’an suddenly widened his eyes.
—The sound of the wind, the sound of the water.
The sound of knights riding horses, the sound of fragrant mist swirling.
Those colors permeated this world, dyeing the other person’s cheeks with a layer of gorgeous color.
Wine-red hair, eyes like flames.
A black long dress, smiling eyes and brows.
All of this, under the catalyst of alcohol, made Su Ming’an show an indescribable expression.
—Xiao Na.
Claiming to be "the service staff of the organizers", appearing to hold a position below the twelve seats, who once led Su Ming’an into the auction and to participate in the organizer’s meeting... Xiao Na.
Her appearance was slightly different from Xiao Na’s, as if mixed with... the appearance of the woman who handed Su Ming’an a black card at the very beginning in the café.
Xiao Na, the black card woman.
It was all Her.
She was not some humble service staff, not some auction house little secretary, not some guide small character—but the true "master" of the twelve seats.
She was the origin of everything in the World Game.
Also the beginning of everything from the fall of "Su Ming’an" to becoming the "Number One Player"...
The world seemed to spin, everything seemed to twist, the black-haired youth let out a dry and messy laugh, hearing the discordant chimes of destiny.
His laughter sounded like countless crushed glasses swallowed by his throat being ground.
"It turns out it’s you." His vision blurred, the smell of alcohol rose, urging him to want to vomit. He retched a few times at the altar, his eyes rimmed with red, vaguely glistening with moisture, before finding his voice again, laughing:
"... It was you all along."
The consciousness of the World Game, speaking as the system, saying "I fancy you"... turned out to be her.
Just that she should merely be a humanoid simulation of the World Game system, infused with an emotional module similar to "T0321", which made her appear human, but in reality, the essence of the system was still cold and immaculate, without emotion.
She did indeed favor him from the start, giving him a black card at the café. Only, he was a Bilibili streamer who didn’t like to show his face and rejected her.
Now, looking back... everything was a forewarning there.
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["Not interested." Su Ming’an tossed the black card back to her, turned around, and left.]
["Do you know what kind of path you are heading towards upon your departure?" The woman said, "But if this is your choice..."]
[Su Ming’an didn’t stop walking.]
[The woman quietly watched him leave without trying to retain him, only showing a subtle smile.]
["You will return..."]
[——The first Memory Clip · "You possess a bright future"]
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"Ah."
The lake rippled, the white door fully opened.
The radiant figure combed her wine-red hair, resting her chin in one hand, eyes smiling while remaining cold and affectionate, gazing at the black-haired youth standing there:
"... Look, as I said back then."
Corners of the lips curved up.
"You have returned... indeed."
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