Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1444 - 93: "Pick Me.
The seed became acquainted with Su Ming’an.
Among the initial six choices, he was immediately drawn to her, proving once again that white hair is truly the answer to this version.
However, she couldn’t easily "switch personas," which required a foundation based on a special world mechanism...
...
"Crash——!"
A violent sound interrupted Su Ming’an.
Su Ming’an raised his eyes and saw the world shaking, the lake water trembling as if it were boiling.
Xiao Na squinted, looking towards the edge of the lake. There seemed to be a piece of hard glass being shattered, bit by bit, from the outside.
"Bang! Bang!" The sound of strikes.
Someone was trying to break in.
Su Ming’an’s pupils shrank... This was the most core part of the World Game, and someone managed to break in?
Soon, he realized who it was.
"Boom——!!!" The sound of shattering glass.
A seven-colored phoenix, like a cloud, crashed in, with eyes like gold, wings as ethereal as dawn, and a small golden figure on its back.
As the phoenix burst in, dangerous dark matter spread around, like particles floating in the universe.
Xiao Na looked at the phoenix indifferently, as if seeing a speck of dust.
"... It was really hard to find, this place." A voice with laughter came from the phoenix, followed by a club card flying in.
Su Ming’an caught it with a "snap" and saw that the card had a scribbled smiling face, with "surprise!" written on it. He instinctively tried to discern if it was a code but received a negative answer.
"Even the likes of the Lord of the End of All Things, such as stray cats and dogs, can burst into your home?" Su Ming’an turned his head to look at Xiao Na.
In the final moments of Luowasha, the descent of the Lord of the End of All Things was equivalent to the Lord of the End of All Things breaking into the World Game, so it’s not surprising they found their way here now.
"The Lord of the End of All Things is no stray cat or dog... Their positional rank in the entire universe is quite high, different from Dieying. Besides, there’s no particularly high defense here." Xiao Na was not provoked, simply stating calmly, "It seems the Lord of the End of All Things is in a hurry."
... In a hurry?
Su Ming’an looked puzzled.
"...Indeed, my teacher is quite anxious." In the blink of an eye, the phoenix descended, revealing a blond young boy, with a crown of purple grapes and olive leaves, a red rose created by overlapping white ribbons on his chest. The collar, cuffs, and pant legs were layered in white edges.
A huge, snow-white scythe, adorned with red rose leaves, hung on his back.
"... Once you come into contact with the concept of ’World Game,’ you’re drawn into the cycle, endlessly looping in this ’collective consciousness field.’ Despite all the means, you cannot escape, having to wait patiently until ten billion cycles end, or destroy the World Game." Noel said with a smile, "My teacher, is indeed anxious."
Su Ming’an’s pupils contracted as he understood Noel’s words.
... Noel meant that as long as something is related to the concept of "World Game," it will be pulled into the cycle!
No matter if you are a player or organizer, even if you’re just a wanderer in the universe, you will be dragged into the cycle of the World Game!
Just like Dieying, far away in the universe’s wandering, not even part of the World Game. But whenever the World Game reaches the "World of Old Days" instance, Dieying must appear as the final boss until the cycle achieves a Perfect TE, only then Dieying can rest.
The Lord of the End of All Things is the same, even if they are as supreme as the "Cosmic Rule Embodiment" in the universe, as long as they step into the civilizations under the World Game’s domain, touching the concept of the "World Game," they will be drawn into the cycle, no matter how powerful or noble they are. Whenever the World Game reaches the "Luowasha" instance, the Lord of the End of All Things must appear!
Luowasha was included in the World Game at the 150th cycle. Hence, the Lord of the End of All Things has likely appeared 423273031-150=423272881 times!
Su Ming’an once thought that "the Lord of the End of All Things being dragged" meant being worn out by 3030 great resets. Every time the Red Sun Descended, Sique and the World Tree would initiate a great reset, bringing Luowasha back to the past. But it turns out this number should be multiplied by over four hundred million more times!
The Lord of the End of All Things hasn’t decided to end it all like Boss Rabbit, quite commendable indeed.
In fact, the only way for the Lord of the End of All Things to escape this quagmire is to let Luowasha achieve a Perfect TE, namely abandoning the destruction of Luowasha. Nonetheless, their instinct is to "destroy civilizations with too rapid entropy increase," making it impossible to abandon the mission, leaving them stuck here, unable to move forward or back.
"Concept God... World Game." Su Ming’an pondered.
Soon, he thought of something else——the fourth instance and the eighth instance.
These two instances are special reward instances, the World Origin after clearing them does not count in the final tally. Could it be that these two instances have already found their path to redemption? That’s why they don’t require players to create new World Origin for them.
They seem more like "reward" existences, failing them won’t erase power, helping top-ranked players rapidly ascend.
"By the way, Xiao Love...! Old God Aria was an organizer from the start, likely knowing the Eighth World Dome’s development direction from the beginning, leaving behind many weak authorities. From this perspective, someone from the Fourth World Terrily Town is likely also one of the organizers... Who could it be? Po Li? The village chief? Witch Sharina? Ghosts? Moli..." Su Ming’an’s thoughts raced.
"Wandering off again." Suddenly, a spade card flew over. Noel clapped and tilted his head, "I thought you had something to say to me... Hmm?"
He suddenly turned his head, looking in a certain direction.
Simultaneously, Xiao Na, sensing something, also turned instantly in that direction.
"Pop!"
It sounded like something was knocked on.
"Crash——" The sound of shattering glass echoed.
A massive skeleton appeared before them, with heavy thudding steps, a condensed light sphere at its chest.
On the skeleton’s shoulder stood a blue-haired youth, wearing a funeral-garb-like black robe, two white cloths adorned with golden crosses draped over both shoulders, swaying with the wind.
On seeing Su Ming’an, the blue-haired youth narrowed his eyes, curled his lips: "I told you, you should have chosen me. See, isn’t my storyline far more exciting than Xi Li’s?"
Wu Yi... and the Ninth Thrones.
Su Ming’an recognized the Ninth Thrones because the skeleton’s aura matched the one at the meeting. These organizers had long been plotting, unable to endure the world’s game’s confinement any longer, seizing this great opportunity, taking action one after another.
The usually tranquil pristine door was met with so many unexpected guests today.
Xiao Na remained calm, as if the two high-dimensional beings before them were just jesters. Even if they came here, so what? Dared they lay a hand on the World Game? Weren’t they afraid that themselves, tied to flesh and blood, would fall apart as well?
"Hi hi hi, Su Ming’an." Wu Yi waved: "I’m not here to take action today, just to talk—join me, join me, this time Xi Li isn’t here, you should choose me, right!"
"Join you? The World Game is about to reset, what can you achieve? What can I help you with?" Su Ming’an said indifferently, only feeling that Sique’s... no, Sique’s comrades are truly hiding dragons and crouching tigers. First, Xi Li was the ’seed,’ and then Wu Yi was the ’Divine Envoy of the Ninth Thrones.’
Sique had long said that the concept of Genesis is a kind of ’future positioning,’ capturing future events through a flash of genius, putting them into writing, and thus forming a connection. Therefore, Xi Li and Wu Yi are indeed comrades from Sique’s pen, but they are also truly existing people.
Catching such amazing inspiration, no wonder Sique is called Lord Magpie.
"...I’m also here to issue an invitation, Su Ming’an." At this moment, Noel’s voice sounded: "Join me. You have already learned most of the truth. You should understand that only eliminating the World Game is the only solution. We can work together inside and out to end the cycle."
"Eliminating the World Game is not the only solution, it’s just that you have pledged to the Master of the End of All Things, so you can’t choose another method — escaping the World Game." Su Ming’an stood with arms crossed, probing: "I don’t understand why you both value me so much. I’m just a Third-level God."
His eyes were filled only with reason, facing old acquaintances as if they were two strangers with ulterior motives.
Wu Yi’s expression changed slightly, Noel showed a subtle smile.
They were just about to say something when they were interrupted.
"—Because you are the top student in this ’exam,’ the Ruler of the Number One Player, Su Ming’an."
At this moment, the sound of "crackling" shattering suddenly sounded again.
In the dense gray mist, a figure filled with text and twisted lines slowly emerged. Within this indistinct fog, there were two figures—
A young man with a pair of eyes engraved with clock hands, dazzling blonde hair, a broad forehead, a high nose bridge, a sharp chin, wearing a robe with azure engraving and clock hand patterns.
"Prophet" Aylan.
A young man with red hair flowing, earrings jangling, sharp facial features, wearing tight black leather clothing, arms and thighs wrapped in leather rings and nails, and stepping in a pair of high-heeled Martin boots.
"Blasters" Alger.
—Su Ming’an didn’t expect to see players other than Noel.
In the last destruction of the Master of the End of All Things, these two actually escaped alive.
Alger was previously the Divine Envoy of the Sixth Thrones·Inorganic God, unexpectedly after the Inorganic God fled, Alger quickly found a new patron—the Eighth Thrones.
Aylan... was extremely shocking. Although Aylan was a top ten player, his strength never waned, but he always drifted out of Su Ming’an’s sight, either with Mizushima Kawa Sora or acting alone.
"Aylan, the last time I heard about you... you were going back to the First Epoch through a Time Elf, approaching the ’Authority of Time,’" Su Ming’an said: "Now it seems you became a Third-level God through the ’Authority of Time’ and connected with the Eighth Thrones to work with Alger?"
"What work with one master... Number One Player, you should understand a principle." Aylan’s smile was subtle, raising his index finger to his lips:
"Joining High Dimensions doesn’t mean surrender."
"Upholding human dignity doesn’t mean victory."
"Just like now, those of us who connected with High Dimensions survived, while others who upheld ’human dignity’ are gone."
"As long as the cycle of the World Game can be ended, any means shouldn’t be seen as disgraceful. Even if it means humiliation, even if being cursed by others... it remains our own affair. Just like you, Number One Player, weren’t you in such a situation during the early stages of the instances?"
Su Ming’an’s eyelids twitched.
"As for me... I am not a nobody." Aylan blinked, suddenly revealing a cunning smile: "One question the Number One Player has always wondered about, I can answer."
"What?" Su Ming’an raised an eyebrow, what was he wondering?
"I once wrote a forum post..." Aylan clasped his hands together, under his broad forehead, his deep blue eyes unfathomable:
"’A Brief Analysis on How Players Can Save Themselves.’
"It should have appeared in the 7th Memory Clip."
...
[This post, released during the First World, looks highly forward-thinking regardless of the time.]
[Su Ming’an quite wanted to know the person who posted it, but the person’s ID was hidden anonymously from the start, so no one knows which far-sighted player, who died early, it was.]
...
Su Ming’an’s heartbeat paused for a moment.
If Aylan was the poster... no! Aylan had a perfect pass in the First World, he couldn’t have died midway to post!
So, this was a scheduled post. Before Aylan even entered the First World, he wrote such a complete, clear, and highly forward-thinking post! An ordinary person couldn’t do that.
"...From the beginning, I remembered things from some previous cycles." Aylan smiled: "So, when the World Game began, I quickly wrote this post to help everyone adapt to the game quickly."
"For a long time, I thought I was the only protagonist in this world. After all, I remembered memories from previous cycles, it was like being the protagonist in a rebirth story..."
"But later, through research broadcasts, I discovered your companion Yuanyuan seemed to have similar abilities... Is it called premonition dream? Later on, I found out, originally, some highly spiritual people would more or less retain some memories."
"I finally realized I was not the only solitary island and felt genuinely delighted."
"I was always observing... if the undefeated Number One Player also had similar abilities? Later on, I gradually understood, what the Number One Player possesses is not an ability, but... authority above anyone!"
"If we only have fragmented memories, it seems you... can change everything."
"Truly enviable."
Aylan placed his hand on his chest:
"I exerted every effort to recall the past, tortured myself, used all kinds of psychological suggestions, trying to remember more memories from the cycles. For this, I had headaches, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, various somatic symptoms appeared, only managing to earn the title of ’Prophet.’"
"But you opened your eyes and were already favored by the world."
"Of course, I am not denying your efforts, nor do I think you are without suffering."
"I am just thinking..."
He smiled and extended his right hand, a black mandala flower appeared on his palm:
"You see, one is someone who backstabbed you before, and the other is an NPC."
"If you can choose to join me at this juncture, it would be certainly better than choosing the other two."
