Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1446 - 95: "Your Hometown Has Been Filled In.
Time has reversed.
No, it should be said that Xiao Na rearranged the Chapters in the "World Game Book," removing the Memory Clip after "Destruction," so time returned to this moment.
Noel remembered, at this time, he was being besieged by everyone.
"Just like last time, everyone knows you and the World Master are here to snatch the books of the World Tree, and they’re besieging you." The Seventh Throne’s childish voice rang out: "Xiao Na’s reversal move has once again excluded the Master of the End of All Things from Luowasha. Now He will descend in an hour, do you want to repeat the previous development?"
"...Ah, let me think." Noel picked a purple grape and ate one.
"I suggest you still help the Master of the End of All Things to descend." The Seventh Throne said: "Such a powerful cosmic organ as the world game is hard to kill, but as long as the world game is weakened enough so it can’t manage us organizers, that’s enough for me to escape. The Master of the End of All Things, as another cosmic organ, pitted against the world game, will undoubtedly both suffer and fall into weakness."
"The Cosmic Cat is really interesting." Noel laughed: "The two organs within it are working against entropy increase, one directly destroying civilization, the other softly redeeming it."
He shook his head, suddenly recalling an old Dragon Country saying he saw in a dictionary:
"Born of the same root, why the hurry to fry each other?"
When he finished speaking, he laughed at himself.
"Organs don’t have brains, white blood cells can still cause thrombosis." The Seventh Throne’s voice was like that of a naive child: "That’s why Xiao Na invited Su Ming’an, the top scorer, to be the brain. Unfortunately, the Master of the End of All Things evolved a brain himself, otherwise, you might have been the brain of the Master of the End of All Things."
"..." Noel maintained a smile.
"What are you thinking?" The Seventh Throne couldn’t help but ask.
"I’m thinking...if I support Su Ming’an becoming the brain of the world game, Su Ming’an should be able to help me with Dimensional Ascension." Noel touched the rose petal by his ear, still smiling.
His smile was exceptionally bright, making it impossible for the Seventh Throne to tell if it was sincere or a joke. The Seventh Throne immediately intensified its tone, bawling like a child:
"No! You can’t! You promised me already, you’re bringing in the Master of the End of All Things to attack the world game, and I will seize the chaos to escape the world game. I, free, will help you ascend dimensions and build a new world."
"You can’t cheat! Don’t turn around and help others! Hmph...we’ve signed a bet, if you back out, waiting for you will only be death! Noel Agnini!"
Noel’s eyes deepened.
His ocean-like blue pupils grew increasingly profound, like a whirlpool deep in the sea.
He lowered his voice, like a gentle dean coaxing a child:
"Alright...Yuritilola, of course, your brother won’t backtrack; your brother won’t gamble with his own life."
"But your brother is really too tired, having just forced his way into the lake, with his soul extremely fatigued."
"Let’s rest a bit, make more preparations, and then summon the Master of the End of All Things to descend, okay? Last time was too rushed, I ended up being smashed into pieces of flesh, this time at least wait until the World Master grabs the book and gets Luowasha’s ’World Origin’, before we take action to completely eradicate this civilization. Otherwise, even if Luowasha is destroyed, flipping a book will restore it again."
The Seventh Throne temporarily put down its doubts: "You make sense. Never mind, you’re just a Third Level God, too weak, take this time to quickly level up."
The childish voice fell silent.
Noel silently smiled, looking up to the gods above the firmament, lifting a scythe as pale as bones:
"Then, use you as nourishment..."
...
Su Ming’an opened his eyes.
The clouds flew by, beneath him was a golden Giant Dragon.
A pure white robe fluttered before him, a small braid swirling in the wind. A youth with black hair billowing and golden eyes sparkling stood with his hands in his pockets, looking sideways.
"—Back?" said the Cloud City God.
"—Quick, to the Central Research Institute!" Su Ming’an said without hesitation.
He didn’t go to the World Tree.
If he did, he couldn’t stop the World Master from snatching the book. Instead, he would face the descent of the Seventh Throne and the Master of the End of All Things.
"Mhm." The Cloud City God responded, patting the dragon’s head, his thoughts aligning with Su Ming’an: "We were originally heading in the direction of the Central Research Institute."
Last time, He used the Soul Authority to preserve His soul, avoiding destruction by the Master of the End of All Things. However, He hadn’t entered the lake to meet Su Ming’an.
From afar, Su Ming’an saw rows of silver-white buildings, the metallic city standing formidable. Drones and the Mechanical Race hovered, lab coats and transport vehicles sprawled.
The Giant Dragon roared, charging straight into the Experimental City, causing gasps to erupt.
Su Ming’an swiftly landed, a white tendril flicked behind him, launching him like a cannonball, rushing toward the center.
"...Do you really intend to agree to the world game?" the Cloud City God’s voice came through.
"Whether I agree or not, Luowasha’s problem must be solved." Su Ming’an said firmly.
"...But in any case, it’s best not to agree." The Cloud City God hesitated for a moment, then said softly: "In such a future, you will surely regret it."
"I’m just afraid of a future that makes me regret even more..." Su Ming’an’s voice drifted in the wind.
...
Lin Hejin sat at the edge of the bed.
His hair was entirely white, wrinkles crossed his cheeks.
A dim kerosene lamp, yellowing manuscript paper, poor-quality ink, and scattered torn clothes surrounded him.
He spread out the paper, holding a feather pen, writing his work stroke by stroke.
As he wrote, a voice from his younger days seemed to ring in his ears:
"Mr. Lin, you publicly criticized the ’Goddess of Life Lotasha,’ questioning Mr. Olivius?"
"No, I just...I just wanted to know if he was under duress..."
"So you slandered Mr. Olivius, claiming there are plot holes in his writing."
"No! It’s not like that! Can’t you journalists understand? I worry about his safety."
"So you still believe that Mr. Olivius’s plots have holes, and you question his writing style."
"I, I..."
"You questioned him, Mr. Lin. Now, there are many people online dissatisfied with you, some even disclosed your family information, leaving dead rats at your doorstep. What do you think about this..."
Lin Hejin painfully closed his eyes.
He trembled as he removed his reading glasses, inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly, inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly.
At this moment, a nonchalant man walked in, standing with arms crossed, frowning slightly: "Dad? Why are you writing again instead of resting? You’re getting on in age, you didn’t write anything useful when you were young, what good can you write now? Don’t fall and make me take you to the hospital."
Lin Hejin shook his head: "This is the work I’ve conceived all my life... it’s a gift to my life, I must finish it."
The man impatiently said: "You’ve been writing for decades and haven’t finished it, always changing. I’ve said it before; you’re not cut out for writing! If you’d been an honest worker in your youth, I wouldn’t be so poor now!"
Lin Hejin, agitated, waved his hand: "Go away! Go! You won’t get a penny less from the inheritance, don’t linger around here!"
Hearing this, the man immediately showed a satisfied expression and turned away.
The room suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of the pen scratching.
Lin Hejin bowed his head, showing a bitter smile.
My entire life has felt so suffocating.
In my youth, I fell into poverty due to questioning the ’Goddess of Life Lotasha’, which led to being mocked online, publicly humiliated, and targeted offline... The existence of Olivius was both a brilliant temple of art and a grand literary prison. One is not allowed to question or defame, or else they are seen as transgressors.
Since then, Lin Hejin could no longer publish a complete manuscript, as every editor turned him away. He could only survive by ghostwriting miscellaneous student essays, dream writings, and short stories.
Even Ran Bo, who had an experience similar to his, has now become a doctor at the Central Research Institute, while Lin remains a person who has wasted away.
Everyday necessities are a struggle, and he hesitated to take a better seat on the cat car or even order takeout without thorough consideration... The life of ordinary people is like this, time swiftly passes without a trace of the protagonist’s splendor.
Yet, he always continued to envision a piece of literature that belonged to him.
Even if destined to remain unseen by others, he wanted to have a story of his own in this lifetime.
If a person like him is destined to be just a slime by the protagonist’s feet, then he wants to be a happy slime.
"It’s laughable that I worked hard my entire life, wrote more than twenty million words, and am only a D-level Creator..." Lin Hejin joked bitterly, "While Olivius was a C-level Creator from the start..."
He shook his head, continuing to immerse himself in conceiving the story.
This story of his, after decades of thought, has already reached its conclusion. Recently, he noticed his body becoming increasingly frail, even the doctors started advising him on inheritance matters, so he realized the ending must be written.
He picked up the pen, and on the last two pages of the thick manuscript, he started writing slowly:
[...] The young man walked a long, long road, carrying an oil lamp, finally moving towards the direction he was familiar with.
[...] He saw a wasteland with white seagulls, continuous mountains, and golden sand.
[...] Yes, that was a wasteland.
[...] The young man hesitated but walked over.
[...] Could it be that after walking for so long, he still found nothing?
[...] His friend, a nightingale, landed on his shoulder, singing loudly:
["Your hometown, your hometown, has been leveled!"]
["Leveled by the wrath of the Great Tree, leveled by the distant Gods!"]
["Oh, my friend, my friend, you can never return home, you can never return home..."]
...
Central Research Institute.
Inside the laboratory, under the authority of "Time", the flow of time slowed to the minimum.
Years are spent here, while the outside world only experiences a few minutes.
Ran Bo has been calculating meticulously for three years.
Eating nutritional fluid when hungry, only sleeping when fatigue forces his eyes shut, working day and night without rest. His body visibly weakened, yet due to receiving the best nutritional fluid, he is forcibly maintained to endure high-intensity calculations. Skin and bones, his eye sockets sunken.
While maintaining the authority of time, Xiao Bai also became barely able to stand, gazing at the data, murmuring to herself:
"The data is almost there, the artificial Lin Clan still lacks a body and soul."
"Hui Bai has already gone to search, should be back soon..."
...
Inside the World Tree.
World Master and Qi Zhou walked one after the other, heading towards the core of the World Tree.
Dim lights flickered, each holding their own thoughts.
"...We are here!" The World Master suddenly showed brightness in his eyes, revealing joy.
What was in his sight, was a gigantic bookcase, the wooden shelves embraced in a 360° circle, leaving only a small empty spot in the center. The wooden staircase spiraled upward, each level filled with books like the vast starry sky.
Looking around, there are at least over a thousand books... no, the shelves connect to shelves, books connect to books. There are more than twenty thousand books here!
This is the collection of all the books by the World Tree!
To comprehend these books is equivalent to comprehending ’The Seven Seals’, obtaining the World Origin of Luowasha, and becoming the Master of the New World!
"So many books... do I have to read them all?" Qi Zhou was dumbfounded. He wanted to secretly stop the World Master, but didn’t know where to start.
"No. There should be a Book of General Collection, just need to finish that book..." The World Master placed the oil lamp down, his acuity scanning rapidly, soon he reached the central open area of the embracing bookshelf, where there is a white chair and a white table.
On the table, there’s a book without a cover.
"Book of General Collection..." The World Master placed a finger on it, the corners of his mouth rising.
Yijulai’er was entangled by the demonized Gods, and no one was guarding here. Qi Zhou knew, the only one who can stop the World Master’s ascension to the New World throne now is himself.
Qi Zhou pretended to be curious, pursed his lips, approached gently: "Father, what is written in this book?"
The World Master smiled: "It’s the experience summary of the World Game constructing instances, and the secrets of Luowasha, including Twelve Stories, the history of the First Epoch..."
He looked at Qi Zhou, his eyes rarely showing a few hints of warmth:
"You are my most satisfactory child, if you want to read, I do not mind reading with you. If I become the king of the New World, you will be the second only to me. In this world, only the two of us have the closest blood tie..."
This gentle gaze, maybe truly for a moment, touched Qi Zhou.
His heart has always been a wasteland, since birth controlled, strangled, and suppressed by the World Master. Even a little bit of gentleness stirs him, creates a longing for love.
However, he thought of the children in the orphanage, thought of their frail bodies.
"Clatter!"
In that instant.
Qi Zhou suddenly burst forth, throwing the oil lamp from his hands!
Flame enhanced by spells fell, rushing towards the World Master!
"Whoosh—!"
A sea of fire.
...
In the dark church, the cross emitted a dim glow.
The Blood Clan prostrated and knelt, the Demon Race bowed down in line.
Lü Shu sat at the head, crown on his head, gazing at the palm containing the [Abyss Lord Leto Sully Divinity].
Su Ming’an’s past words echoed in his ears: "This divinity suits your race’s traits, it doesn’t have exclusion as the Shitposter Demon Divinity does. If you decide to consume it, you’ll become a Third-level God like the Sea Emperor."
Lü Shu thought of Noel blessed by high dimensions, thought of the Sea Emperor who commands the storms, thought of Yuanyuan who traverses the worlds, thought of the Cloud City God residing above the clouds.
He raised his neck, his Adam’s apple moving.
The godlike divinity, heart-like, rolled into his throat.
