Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1440 - 89: The Blond Youth and Young Man
"Your decision is... to throw away the chocolate and not enter the dream...?"
"I understand, I’ve noted it down."
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The chocolate slowly sinks to the bottom, the brown-black liquid flowing across the lake water.
The wanderer chooses to sever the dream and move forward. He lifts his gaze, seeing the distant star sea shining like a lighthouse, the turbulent tides of destiny surging towards him.
The universe is seen as profound, vast, unpredictable, alluring, and deep, embracing and selfless. It’s hard not to throw oneself into it, even to ignite oneself.
Humans are creatures that easily waver.
Influenced by family, by friends, by society... just a fleeting thought or a flash of light can lead them to make completely opposite decisions. This makes them unpredictable, and gives rise to flesh and blood that defies fate.
After a brief silence, the sound of a piano arises.
Su Ming’an places his hands on the black and white keys, pauses slightly, and then starts playing the piano version of Gustav Mahler’s Symphony No. 6 In A Minor, as requested by Xiao Na.
This is a famous work by Gustav Mahler, commonly known as the "Tragic Symphony," composed between 1903 and 1904, noted for its emotional depth, complexity, and innovative techniques.
The chocolate turns into a wisp of brown-black liquid, gradually disappearing in the vast lake water without leaving a trace of fate’s stitches.
For some reason, having made this radical decision, Su Ming’an should have been uneasy, yet at this moment, he felt a soft serenity. The tension of standing at the crossroads also dissipated.
Like the sound of a shoe hitting the ground.
The melody rises, the piano sound is clear.
The wind tells distant stories, the water drifts everything away.
Xiao Na stands in the lake, raises her hand, and a scene gradually unfolds.
In the crisp sound of the piano, Su Ming’an saw the beginning and end of everything—
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[Year 1932, Zhai Xing.]
A team of expedition members heads towards the end of the Arctic, their heavy orange protective suits embroidered with the words "United Borderless Polar Expedition Team."
Among them, the most excited is a young man, 24 years old, who has just been selected for the expedition team. Of course, this could not have happened without his father’s investment, but also without his own efforts—after all, he is a young man who has won a national-level scientific honor!
Old, stable, experienced team members, combined with a few second-generation students, formed a well-funded borderless expedition team in the early 20th century.
The young man looks at the vast expanse of white, the beauty of the Arctic scenery, the words of his teammates before departure still echo in his ears—
"Don’t retreat halfway! The polar regions have always been a life-forbidden zone, even on the time scale known to mankind, there are vast blue oceans yet to be explored!" A strong man with a beard appeals.
"Ha! What will we dig up? Alien technology before the Cambrian? Secrets of dinosaurs’ extinction? Or the legends of the Ancient Egyptian pyramids?" Another expedition member laughs.
"Who knows for sure. During the Primordial Era on Zhai Xing 2.5 billion years ago, the Ice Age lasted for 300 million years, called the ’Huron Ice Age.’ Before the frost fell, what exactly was this planet like, there’s no complete proof. What if... I mean, what if a group of aliens once used our planet as a summer vacation spot?" The bearded man scratches his nose.
"Then, perhaps beneath this ice field, there are some alien treasures buried! Like alien chip bags, alien smelly socks, and alien’s carelessly thrown plastic bottles!" A middle-aged man with a well-off background gestures wildly.
"God, even alien’s smelly socks contain abundant research value! If we really dug up a pair, we would be rich!"
"Old thing, you’d better pray you don’t end up like Robert thirty years ago, returning to the ’Roosevelt’ empty-handed."
The young man listens excitedly to all this.
My God, all this excitement, fever, and pulsating blood!
He is a fervent scientific researcher, if under the ice field there really is alien remnants, he can’t imagine what amazing things he could research!
His idea is to create a "perfect race with high intelligence, high emotional intelligence, powerful force, and abundant potential," and name it after his favorite word "Rin!"
The expedition team marches forward on the vast ice field.
After three days of trekking, the young man is extremely exhausted.
"David! We’ve hit something hard!" At that moment, a man with a face red from the cold waves his hand.
People immediately get excited and gather together.
After thorough exploration, excavation, and protection, they see—the thing buried beneath the polar region.
A USB drive.
A USB drive that shouldn’t possibly exist in this era.
No need for a computer, plug it into any device and the information on the memory automatically appears—
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[——Regarding the experimental subject of "Physical Body Separation and Soul Immortality."]
[Left by Boss Rabbit.]
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Even in the 21st century, this is a field humanity has not yet ventured into, let alone in the early 20th century.
Such an astonishing discovery, even the harshest punishments could not curb human ambition. Some copied the materials, at great cost brought them back to their country. Some reported the materials to the United Group, handing them to major countries for a vote. Some sold them at high prices.
The young man separated from the team, secretly returned to his own lab, and began to study intently. His name was "Kosona Ran Bo."
In 1941, a cult organization wandering in North Africa, called the "Blood and Flesh Immortal Sect," leveraged capital from human trafficking and arms trade to purchase these materials, fully dedicating themselves to research, and unexpectedly achieved certain successes - they successfully paused the aging of a lab mouse for a period.
This was a precursor to immortality!
They immediately went mad, using the gimmick of immortality to attract investment from oligarchs, their forces rapidly expanded, and they reached their evil claws into capturing human test subjects.
They found that young humans with highly developed brain functions were the most suitable test subjects.
After nearly a century of fermentation, in the early 21st century, countries achieved remarkable success in research, and terms like "abandon the physical body" and "collective consciousness" gradually emerged. And all this reached its peak when the "Blood and Flesh Immortal Sect" captured the most suitable test subject.
——A golden-haired young boy from Yu Country. After experimentation, his physical time successfully remained in his youth.
Although amid conflicting interests, the military intervened to save people, and the test subject escaped in the chaos, people believed the door to "immortality" had already creaked open.
Then, in an extremely dramatic fashion—
The World Game arrived.
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The piano plays the first movement.
The first movement of "Symphony No. 6 In A Minor," "Restless Wandering."
Gloomy, melancholic, subtle notes flow, like the crawl of fate.
Su Ming’an sits in the lake, his fingers dancing across the black and white keys, perhaps due to his extremely high spiritual power, he can play this piece very well without practice.
The angelic shadow by the lake shore is like a conductor, waving its wings.
The history displayed like a painting surrounds him.
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On November 21, 2020, the World Game arrived.
A billion humans rise and fall in the World Game.
Intelligent and astute international tycoons, power-savvy leaders, charismatic royalty, Nobel laureates with IQs at the limits of humanity... occupy many of the top ranks. Naturally, grassroots figures are also not few in numbers: world-class e-sports experts, mystery drama writers, game level designers, fans of decryption novels... also hold significant top positions.
Mao Lian, a top-ranked player, hails from the United Government, experienced fifty years in the officialdom, shrewd and cunning as a fox.
Antetolia, a top-ranked player, comes from royalty, hailed as the "Jewel of Fandora Royal Family for a Century," beautiful, elegant, and skilled in wielding power.
Alildo, a top-ranked player, emerged from the chaotic regions of South Africa, maneuvering through gunfire by sheer grit, dominating the gray zones of various nations through bloody capital accumulation.
Ludwig, Edith, Ranbo, Rock... they may hail from the Central Research Institute, world oligarchic noble families, or the Eagle Country’s Upper House.
Great human powers, a battle of deities, pinnacle competition.
As for "Edward," "Mizushima Kawa Sora," "Atlanda," "Lu Likalpos," "Isabella Carjosi" these people... their brilliance is overshadowed, not obvious.
In the year-long game, the sharpest contradiction is—Number One Player, Hui Bai.
He seems out of place.
Compared to other great human powers, Hui Bai is merely an ordinary young navigator, merely 19 years old, yet he became the highest-scoring Number One Player.
Edith challenged him and was effortlessly defeated by him.
Alildo launched a siege against him, only to be recorded and broadcast by him on the world forum, causing a public uproar.
He is like a sharp blade, achieving perfect passes time and again, impossible to stop.
Until—someone uncovered his past.
"... Have you heard? The Number One Player Hui Bai has finally been unboxed. Someone dug up his past."
"What? Tell me quickly!"
"Allegedly, he is one of the experimental subjects of a cult called the ’Blood and Flesh Immortal Sect!’ This cult accidentally let a blond boy escape a few years ago, who was their most prized experiment. To amend the mistake and attract investment, the Church then hastily tried to replicate a perfect experimental subject similar to the blond boy."
"Oh, such juicy gossip! And then?"
"In fact, Hui Bai didn’t originally look like this; he used to be a boy with light green hair and brown eyes when he was kidnapped during a voyage to a South Asian country and became an experimental subject of the Blood and Flesh Immortal Sect. The cult considered him a young and smart ’prime experimental seed,’ experimenting on him continuously. They implanted the bodily data, blood samples, hair, and skin tissue of the leftover blond boy into him, trying to recreate the perfect experimental subject. After enduring prolonged tortures worse than death, he gradually transformed into the look of the blue-eyed blond boy and even began to resemble the original blond boy more and more..."
"Juicy human drama, so delicious, delightful..."
"I suspect the experiment was successful, yet skewed in a strange direction, failing to successfully fix his physical time, but rather giving him an extraordinary brain?"
"So is that why he is so keen and smart in the instances, achieving perfect passes every time?"
"Exactly! It must be that way! I refuse to believe he achieved this through his own real skills! He’s just an ordinary young navigator; how could he possibly become the Number One Player!?"
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The music enters the second movement.
The increasingly lyrical notes, like streams ice-breaking gradually,
Andante moderato, somber, soft, and slow, leaving listeners with time to breathe.
In front of Su Ming’an’s eyes seemed to appear a blond boy.
The boy stepped in a pool of blood, stark naked, walking a very long way. When the boy finally stood under sunlight, embracing warmth—that very moment—another blond shadow, rose from the darkness.
One, two, ten...
Countless "blond boys" stained with blood and filth, disemboweled from the bodies of boys of different hair colors and eye colors, crawling out slowly, opening identical Heavenly Sea-like eyes, their bodies full of sinful scars.
The bloody history keeps moving along indifferently.
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Any rumors can’t withstand the absolute suppression of power.
Hui Bai knew he had been an experimental subject of a cult, inevitably being heavily criticized, so he always consciously increased his Charm value, conquering everyone through pure gameplay.
As his Charm value reached A, idle gossip gradually decreased.
When his Charm value reached S, people’s gazes towards him gradually turned to reverence.
When his Charm value reached SS, there was no longer any open opposition against him in the world.
What about human scheming wisdom? What about hostility from authoritative notables? He simply solved the problem using game values.
He charged ahead, with a gentle smile, extraordinary Charm, and a sunny attitude, gradually leading people to follow him.
He established guilds, formed alliances, pulled up a peak team, disseminated thoughts, comforted the masses, and bravely snatched Points.
By then, he had truly become the "Number One Player."
At the end of the World Game, the stars shone, and there were as many as thirty-six players with a Full Perfect Clear. People were proud, cheering and inspiring.
Yet there was no way to limit the number of Wishmakers.
Who would want to retreat?
Who wants to become a stepping stone for other great powers?
Who wants to commit suicide before making a wish?
Nobody wants to.
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The music enters the third movement.
Light and quick tunes walk over the lake.
Fierce contrasting tones swing, twirl, and dance, like dancers in black and white dresses.
The music with a strong satirical tone stirs up the tragedy of the entire piece and is considered the wave before the climax.
Su Ming’an vaguely saw the end of this section of history.
—Thirty-six great powers, gathering human wisdom, Emotional Intelligence, Charm, Luck, power, identity, status, and resources, bloodbathed in a snow-laden wishing phase.
Do they not know wish conflicts would arise? Of course, they know, but once a chain of suspicion forms, only death can sever it.
In Su Ming’an’s presumably trembling gaze, he saw the final scene of "Symphony No 6 In A Minor"—
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Purgatory in the Mortal World.
Blood flowed like a river.
In the atmosphere where joss paper fluttered, symbolizing the supreme wishing platform lay full of corpses. Anyone seeing such a tragic scene couldn’t help but feel heartbreak and despair.
A blond youth crawled out from the pile of dead bodies, stumbling forward.
Holding a transparent key, he yelled to the sky:
"—I converse with the World Game!"
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