Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1438: Final - : [OE (Open Ending) - "Her and His Eden" (Part 1)]
"Well, all you ’Observers’, if you’re willing to accept this outcome, please stop here."
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"Ah... you seem not to have recovered from the intense ’Memory Clip’. Come to your senses, take a look at my words first."
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"Hm? You’re asking what ’Observers’ are?"
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"Similar to voyeurs like the Supreme Lord. Yes, you got it right."
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"You already know the concept of ’Book of the Universe’, in simple terms, it’s a super large book composed of countless ’World Books’, with the ultimate goal of achieving the ’TE of All Worlds’."
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"Don’t understand? You look puzzled. Alright, then I’ll explain with another more familiar concept—’Space-time Record Body’."
"This is a concept mentioned before. When a living entity’s positional rank is high enough, the traces left by the individual in the universe quietly form a ’Space-time Record Body’. It records the individual’s birth, journey, and death in real-time.
"Once this ’Space-time Record Body’ appears, there’s no indication, nor will it notify the individual themselves, often floating amidst the universe, like cosmic debris invisible to the naked eye.
"In its prolonged drifting, a ’Space-time Record Body’ may be perceived by other life forms, thus being read—like a [book] floating in the universe.
"It automatically records the life of a certain living entity.
"The reason why the Supreme Lord can constantly watch over Su Ming’an is because He accidentally picked up Su Ming’an’s ’Space-time Record Body’, titled ’Number One Player (Su Ming’an)’. This was mentioned ages ago.
"The existence form of a ’Space-time Record Body’ forms through optimal entropy reduction, tightly interlocking like cells, presenting in the form of text, not chaotically dissipating nor wandering disorderly. It is fixed, orderly—an excellent tool to combat entropy increase.
"The principle of combating entropy increase in ’Book of the Universe’ is similar to ’Space-time Record Body’. The only difference is, the plot of ’Space-time Record Body’ is automatically generated, whereas ’Book of the Universe’s plot is pieced together manually from Memory Clips, needing to be slowly collected, arranged, crafted over the long years.
"Alright, did you understand? If you did, just move your finger."
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"Hm... you’re showing a puzzled expression again, speed reading is not a good habit. If you don’t understand, just look back and read again. However, not understanding isn’t a problem, I just want to convey a conclusion—to answer your initial question, what is an ’Observer’."
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"’Observation’, meaning existence.
"Wherever the ’Narrative Anchor Point’ lands on a world line, that world line becomes the only reality. This truth not only applies in Luowasha, but also in the universe.
"Therefore, extensive ’Observation’ continues to deepen the ’Memory Clip’ being observed until it officially falls into the ’Book of the Universe’. For example, Mr. Lighthouse, he was once an ’Observer’, he once observed Alice’s life as a detective, observed Blackberry Emperor’s life as Banana Witch, observed Shameless Dye Green Hairer’s life as the most beautiful Magpie. It’s his observations that made all this the only reality."
"And those possibilities that weren’t ’Observed’, such as the four hundred million failed possibilities of Noel, the possibilities of Ming and Shadow... because they weren’t ’Observed’, they lost the meaning of being the only reality. It’s like the difference between Dieying and Noel, everyone already understands.
"Observing isn’t necessarily ’High Dimensions overlooking Low Dimensions’, it could also be ’Peer-to-Peer attention’, or even ’Self observing Self’, such as, ’We who’ve already passed through the calamity, observing ourselves who haven’t passed through the calamity’, just like... you."
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"Haha... you outside the ’glass shell’, have you realized something?"
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"However, regardless of how distant a civilization you’re in, regardless of when you start ’Observing’, I must thank you for ’Observing’ all this. And you can choose the anchor point you wish to accept."
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"So, if you wish for everything to end here, please stay at this Memory Clip and do not ’Observe’ further."
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"Hm? You’re asking who I am?"
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"I’m just a person mimicking the Supreme Lord, randomly inserting text on this ’Space-time Record Body’ of ’Number One Player (Su Ming’an)’. After all, my authority is Genesis. Whenever a ’Space-time Record Body’ is automatically generated, I can intervene to edit and modify a bit."
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"Haven’t guessed who I am yet? Oh, oh... seems like you have. That’s right, it’s the world’s most perfect Mr. Magpie. Well, choose the ending you ’believe’.
"Although."
"They all will happen."
"No matter what choice you make, I will stop editing text here, feeling a bit tired, I want to continue taking a good nap..."
"Please continue your observations, Observers."
"Farewell."
"Oh, wait, perhaps I should call you..."
"’Supreme Lords’ outside the ’glass shell’:)"
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——"I" saw him saying goodbye to the thorn-covered divine throne.
——"I" saw him take off the white tendrils and God’s halo from his back.
——"I" saw him apply powder, concealing the two stars on his collarbone, covering the white pattern mark on the back of his hand.
——"I" saw him collect all his radiance, remove all his "armor" and "swords", take off the Ring of Time, remove the watch Ah Du, take off Noah’s Chain, remove the blue-red earrings, cut off a few strands of scarce white hair by his ear, gently kiss and let go.
He was pure, monotonous, and quiet.
Dressed in simple cloth, standing solitary.
Like a college student who just stayed up too late and has some dark circles.
——The smoothness of chocolate reverberated in the mouth, the lake waters surged, the white door slowly closed. That red-haired woman’s silhouette disappeared, the angel’s song dissipated.
Quietly, quietly echoing.
The world full of scars suddenly became clean and pure white.
The envoy of dreams— the girl with long black hair and black pupils, floated, smiling, holding his trembling hands.
With pale skin, bluish-purple knuckles, the young man clearly wasn’t calm, but he flashed a... clean, gentle, soft smile.
A swing of thought.
——The young man chose to walk towards the freedom embraced by the masses.
Ate the chocolate, returned to Yuanyuan’s dream.
This was his own will, his own choice.
He dared not gamble if Death Rebound was effective at this point, if ineffective, all would be ruined.
After such a long journey, there was a nearly perfect ending, albeit with slight regrets. In a situation where he couldn’t look back, he decided to stop the chariot of his heart.
Opened the door, got off the carriage, ahead lay sunlight and clouds.
A traveler who had slumbered in pain for too long... finally could choose to disembark.
He headed towards happiness, tranquility, and a future devoid of ripples. Perhaps, this was a better decision after all, no one could judge.
"Alright, alright, alright..."
The envoy of dreams grasped his hand, slowly drew him into a gentle embrace, holding his thin body, as if he were a weak cat, almost able to feel the bones.
"It’s fine, no one will hurt anyone anymore." She spoke softly, her black hair dancing along:
"In my dream, everyone will find peace and happiness. Not a false reverie, not an escapist fantasy, but an ideal dream upheld through four hundred million, two hundred and thirty-two thousand, three hundred and thirty times of reincarnation by a High-dimensional being... [Ideal Dream]."
"It will endure, and it will always endure. Because it’s a dream, it requires minimal energy, and I can maintain it forever."
"Rest assured, Ming’an. We can all rest now. Your mission has been extraordinarily completed."
"No need to pressure yourself anymore, no need to accuse yourself, no need to speak words of redemption..."
"If making everyone live happily is a crime..."
Dream’s envoy smiled as she said:
"Then, good people would be severely guilty. This world would be full of villains."
"Rest assured..."
Her fingers ran through his hair, gently combing, the feather-like soft voice soothing his faint sorrow.
It was like when they were kids, sitting together on the street watching the uncle frying dough sticks. The cold wind blew, and the two shivering kids huddled together for warmth, while the steam from the dough sticks and pancakes drifted to the sky.
"...The world is operating normally today too."
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Today is a sunny day.
A young man with white hair and green eyes opened his eyes on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Colorful sunlight streamed through the bamboo window, leaving square patches of light on his face.
"—Xiao Shu, get up and practice sword!" Suddenly, a female voice came from outside the window. A black-haired girl with a white butterfly bow, dressed in a red and white cross-collared Hanfu, sat on the windowsill, giggling:
"Xiao Shu, the sun is about to shine on your butt! Uncle and aunt left some buns, have them before you start practicing!"
Lü Shu blinked and looked at Lin Yin on the window: "...Where are Mom and Dad?"
Lin Yin swung her legs: "You have such a bad memory, they went down the mountain yesterday! They said, ’Even if we live in seclusion in the deep mountains, we shouldn’t be ignorant of how to use mobile phones, or when one day Xiao Shu goes down the mountain, he won’t know how to survive,’ so they went to learn modern things down the mountain, and it was a decision made by many families, so quite a number of adults were sent out..."
Lin Yin glanced at Lü Shu: "Hmph, with your dumb look, you’d love to stick to the sword for a lifetime. How could you go down the mountain?"
"No, I..." Lü Shu instinctively retorted.
He placed his hand over his heart, as if there was something painfully there.
It was twitching, trembling, growing.
"My life is not just about the sword..."
It must be more than just the sword, there was something else very important.
Very important, extremely important.
Something that shouldn’t be forgotten, shouldn’t be discarded... something he would rush towards like a moth to a flame for his entire life.
Was it... a companion?
A sudden sharp pain in his head, but he couldn’t remember anything. It felt like something was forcibly torn from his heart, causing him breathless pain.
However, seeing Lin Yin’s silhouette... it was as if a small part of his heart was filled again, though only a small part.
"Let’s go, Lü Shu." Lin Yin jumped off the windowsill, suddenly scratching her head: "For some reason... it feels like it’s been so long since we’ve been this close, it seems like we’ve gone through a lot, and that’s why our relationship got so good..."
She pondered a bit, grabbing his hand:
"Alright, get up and freshen up. Xiao Bi has already prepared the water, waiting for you..."
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"Xiao Bi, Xiao Hong."
"Did I... forget something?"
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After finishing his homework, Yamada Machiichi lay on his dormitory bed and had a very long dream.
In the dream, he stood by the river, holding a bottle of sleeping pills, swallowing all the tablets.
He dreamt again that he was wearing a Lolita skirt, raising a Black Blade high in the village shrine, and stabbing his own abdomen.
In another dream, he was lying in a pool of blood in the cold Mechanical City, the blood-red warning lights flashing on him like signals of death.
But in all of this—in all of this, there was a person.
Someone who kept watching him.
But for some reason, Yamada Machiichi could never remember that person’s face.
"Stop looking at me!" Finally, Yamada Machiichi couldn’t help but roar at that person.
That person tilted their head, looking at him with indistinct features.
"Stop watching me! Who the heck are you! Appearing in my dreams every day! Either tell me your name or stop appearing in my dreams!" Yamada Machiichi roared, tears streaming down: "Every time I see you, I feel a void in my heart, like I’ve forgotten something... Please tell me who you are!"
His heart felt as if being scratched, filled with unbearable sorrow.
An important person who shouldn’t be forgotten.
Why couldn’t he remember anything?
That person tilted their head, didn’t speak, and just when Yamada Machiichi was running out of patience, the person spoke softly, with a melodious voice:
"...Yamada, actually I’ve checked many strategies."
"Fusang’s Akihabara is a famous otaku street, where there are manga and doujins you like. I’ve seen them, many featuring blonde beautiful girl characters you like..."
"In Akihabara, you can take a two-hour bus ride to River Mouth Lake, where there is a famous mountain... If you don’t want to travel that far, the cherry blossom trees nearby are quite nice too..."
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[Su Ming’an reached out, holding Yamada Machiichi’s arm, patted his shoulder, and comforted him not to be sad.]
["I won’t die," Su Ming’an firmly said:
["So, next time if you hear about my death, don’t be sad, just think of it as me coming back soon. From now on, all deaths are part of my plan."]
["You are Yamada Machiichi, you’re into the second dimension, we’ll go see Fusang’s cherry blossoms and the anime streets, right?"]
["Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten, I’m still me."]
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Yamada Machiichi watched that indistinct figure.
His heart ached, a bitter fluid welled up, without knowing why it emerged.
...Why make such a complete otaku strategy guide?
Did this stranger genuinely want to travel with him?
Gradually, Yamada Machiichi accepted this unexpected guest in his nightly dreams. During school, Yamada Machiichi shared things about school with him.
...This person only appeared in dreams, he must be very lonely, Yamada Machiichi thought.
"Is school enjoyable?" that person asked.
"It’s okay, I guess."
"Is anyone bullying you?"
"Hmph... Even though I don’t know how, I’m suddenly no longer afraid of those bad students, and I can fight them off with a few punches! So what if they mocked the Lolita skirt in my locker, I’m not afraid anymore! Not afraid!"
"Are you still taking sleeping pills?"
"I stopped a long time ago, I’m going to live happier than them!"
"..." That person let out a reassuring laugh: 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
"That’s great."
"...That’s great."
However, sometimes, Yamada Machiichi would dream of himself, sitting quietly on a boat with a group of indistinct people for a long time.
"Haha! I speared an Edward!" a person with an indistinct face shouted, spearing a fish in the river with a fork.
"I also speared an Edward!" another girl laughed and shouted, waving her arms in delight.
Yamada Machiichi, dressed in a Lolita skirt, sat on the edge of the boat, smiling at them, as if this moment was eternal.
...Who are you?
Never mind, never mind, as long as I often dream of you. Campus bullying, workplace harassment, gender identity discrimination... in this vast and bustling society, I will no longer be afraid.
Though I don’t know who you are, I feel like... I love you a lot inside.
I will forever love... you unknown ones.
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"Even though I don’t know who you are, I am very happy."
"Thank you... for accompanying me in my youth, and throughout my life as I became a super manga artist."
—National manga artist of Fusang Country, Yamada Machiichi, 91, final words.
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