Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1450 - 99: HE – Gardenias in Bloom

The old man seemed to see, in the distant East, a ship sailing towards this world.

Moonlight rose, scorching the ocean’s torrents and the sky’s azure, crashing against icebergs, spreading magnificent white across the Mortal World.

The horizon silently watched all things rise and fall.

Compared to this, the figure of the old man gazing seemed so small.

He wished to ride the wind, leap off mountains, ascend the firmament, and do all that no mortal could. Yet he was bound hand and foot, throat blocked, able only to gaze at that grand and noble moonlight.

A beam of moonlight fell into his palm, he lowered his head, seeing the silver-white moonlight flowing through his fingers, through his eyes, surging like a stream.

In that moment, his chest seemed to share the same surge, named "Eternal."

Thump thump, thump thump.

Thump thump, thump thump.

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"[... A young man walked a long, long road, carrying an oil lamp, finally heading in a familiar direction.]"

"[He saw a wilderness with white seagulls, continuous mountains, and golden sand.]"

"[Yes, it was a wilderness.]"

"[The young man hesitated, yet went forward.]"

"[Had he walked so long, only to end up with nothing?]"

"[His friend, a Nightingale, perched on his shoulder, cried loudly:]"

"[’Your homeland, your homeland has been leveled! ’]"

"[’Leveled by the great tree’s anger, and by the distant Gods...’]"

Soft voices flowed like water.

Sique Olivius sat by the bedside, reading Lin Hejin’s "To Sique Olivius."

It’s a story about a young man searching for his homeland, starting with an oil lamp in the forest, meeting Nightingale friends, a mischievous Frozen Man, and brother Ye Zi, finally reaching the ocean, which was filled in, and the young man could never return home.

Sique thought it was a tragic story, until he turned the page, the last page:

"[The young man, overly dehydrated, could no longer move, fell on the wilderness.]"

"[’At least, this is my homeland, I can at least return to my roots...’ the young man thought so.]

"[The young man was about to die, but he still wanted to go home. Everything he did was to go home with his friends...]"

"[Just when he was about to die, he suddenly heard the surging of seawater.]"

"[It turns out, it was his friends whom he helped along the way, all gathering by his side.]"

"[With a ’splash’ sound, the wilderness sank, and seawater surged up.]"

"[Only then did the young man know, he had come here countless times, and each time he and his friends’ footsteps would sink the wilderness a bit. Until this time, the seawater finally surged up.]"

"[The Nightingale and Ye Zi could not enter the water; as the young man was swallowed by the seawater, they waved and smiled goodbye to him.]"

"[The young man returned to the sea, returned to his homeland.]"

"[Here, he found happiness.]"

"[But one day, he accidentally saw the corpses of the Nightingale and Ye Zi at the bottom of the sea. Only then did he realize that when the sea surged up and he successfully returned home, the seawater drowned the Nightingale and Ye Zi who couldn’t leave.]"

"[So the young man made a deal with the witch at the bottom of the sea, at the cost of erasing his memory, to resurrect the Nightingale and Ye Zi. He left the sea, carrying an oil lamp, sending the Nightingale and Ye Zi toward the forest...]"

"[After he left, the wicked witch filled the sea.]"

"[Many years later.]"

"[The young man in the forest completed the resurrection ceremony of the Nightingale and Ye Zi, lost his memory, only recalling his homeland was in the sea. He picked up the oil lamp and embarked on the journey back home. On the way, he met Nightingale friends and brother Ye Zi...]"

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"Clap" Sique closed the book and sighed with a smile:

"... You indeed deserve more recognition, Lin Hejin."

To him, it was a good story.

The old man showed a pure, joyful, blissful smile.

Perhaps his heart was still reluctant.

—If he truly did not feel regret, why would he still be writing, gazing, hoping?

"I really like the protagonist young man in the story..." Sique’s fingers stroked the page: "He is an upright, kind, pure person... In the future, can I bring him back to life?"

"It’s my honor, I’m deeply grateful..." Lin Hejin’s breath grew weaker. He knew his life was at an end.

His eyelids drooped heavily, he seemed— seemed to see his younger self, holding "Goddess of Life Lotasha," running past the window, swift as the wind.

Smiling.

His younger self had a wild, wanton smile, full of passion, as if the world were under his feet.

This world is an idealistic meat grinder, any ideals thrown into reality would be ground up and tossed into the lake, not even causing a splash.

"I always hoped..." Lin Hejin said lowly: "When would those few gardenia flowers on the branch outside my window bloom... Luowasha’s seasonal temperature is peculiar, yet I waited an entire autumn and winter, it’s still in bud. Does this mean, the flowers in my heart must wither too, Mr. Magpie?"

Sique smiled, shook his head, and suddenly said: "Do you want to go back to the past? Lin Hejin."

Lin Hejin’s eyes widened, a surge of joy in his heart: "Really... is it really possible?"

Yes, he heard Sique Olivius was omnipotent, perhaps he could really let him return to the past...

Sique’s warm hand approached him, gently touching his forehead:

"There is still regret in your heart. Don’t worry about the gardenia flowers outside the window, please return to the past, to that moment... and make up for your regret."

Lin Hejin blinked.

When he next opened his eyes—

The mirror reflected a young man with disheveled hair, an old suit, and a cheap watch, staring blankly ahead, clutching a book "Goddess of Life Lotasha."

The incandescent light of the banquet hall fell like warm moonlight into his stunned eyes.

He’s back... He really is back!

Lin Hejin’s heart skipped, he saw a purple figure... he instinctively chased after it, calling out without hesitation: "—Mr. Sique Olivius!"

Yes.

Even returning to the past, he still wanted to catch up with Sique Olivius.

However, he no longer expressed it in such a radical way, he had realized that this gentleman was like an Angel, as long as he spoke nicely, Sique would listen.

Under the dazzling lights of the banquet hall, the "Angel" turned back, golden pupils warmly looking at him.

"Mr. Sique, I really admire your ’Goddess of Life Lotasha’, but my knowledge is limited; I hope to discuss it with you, hoping you would give me a chance..." Lin Hejin smiled.

This time, the mocking gazes of others did not come, the mocking laughter did not fill his ears.

In his ears, it was very quiet, very quiet.

Purple hair flowed, cutting the bright light into fragments, Mr. "Angel" took the book from his hand, smiling:

"Okay."

"I look forward to talking with you, Mr. Lin Hejin."

... At this period, Mr. Sique shouldn’t have known my name... A strange thought flashed by, and Lin Hejin quickly caught up with the purple-haired youth ahead.

The light shone on Lin Hejin’s youthful and vigorous steps, his smile, as if holding the "Eternal" moonlight.

There were many, many more stories in his heart, waiting for him to write. Time has flowed back, he would no longer be the boring adult trapped by life’s trifles...

This lifetime, he must write a more exciting book and give it to Mr. Sique Olivius...

...

The old man on the bed stopped breathing.

The incandescent light shone like moonlight on his smiling face, white hair flowing under the frosty moonlight.

Sique slowly withdrew his hand, and the Genesis Spell finally created a happy dream.

The old man’s illness was beyond recovery. He did not die in solitude amidst pain but ceased to breathe in a blissful sleep.

Beside his hand, "To Sique Olivius" fell onto the bed with his elderly hand, which no longer had the strength, closing the final page.

As if responding to the last echo in his heart, the parasol tree outside the window rustled. A Morning Star slowly fell from the distant sky.

The wind lifted the frost-white hair, and a tear that had not yet fallen slid down the wrinkled cheek and dropped.

Outside the window, white gardenias, unknown since when, had already bloomed, silently and quietly.

"The wind has risen..." Sique murmured.

Brother Ye Zi, friend Nightingale, the mischievous Frozen Man, and the red-clothed youth carrying an oil lamp. Their figures seemed to take shape, standing by the bed, doffing their hats to bid farewell to the creator lying on the bed with closed eyes.

In the past, the Creator granted them soul and life. Today, although they had not yet become life, it was their turn to bid farewell to their creator.

"Clap, clap, clap—"

Applause.

The characters clapped in unison, offering applause without reservation.

The applause rose and fell, resonating in the confined, narrow broken house, as if this place was a grand stage watched by the world, presenting a curtain call of applause to the performers.

Sique took off his beret with one hand and bowed slightly to the quiet old man on the bed.

"You wrote a brilliant story."

"Mr. Lin Hejin."

"May your curtain call be joyful."

At the end of life, a man lay on the bed, enduring bodily sickness alone, holding a vast sea of stars in his heart, but seeing only the half-inch of rooftop and gardenias outside the window—what was Lin Hejin thinking during his final days in life?

Even though he grasped "Eternal," he still could not write a completely perfect story. If Sique Olivius hadn’t arrived in the end, he would have died with confusion and regret carried throughout his life.

Even so, he still did not receive any encouragement or love from readers. It was only at the end that the mocking laughter ringing in his ears throughout his life disappeared in the sound of the wind.

"Plop."

A thin book lay on the old man’s chest, titled "Lin Hejin."

Sique once said that the essence of Luowasha is a book because Luowasha has numerous Memory Clips, which can be reopened like a book.

In fact, there is a deeper meaning—Luowasha is a Book of General Collection composed of everyone.

Most people’s lives are neither perfect nor interesting. But as long as they are included in this Book of General Collection, occasionally being flipped to, observed, or read, perhaps they and their characters will "live forever."

Sique closed his eyes.

Despite doing his best to "savor" others’ joys and sorrows, standing in others’ grief and misfortune to appreciate pain, he still couldn’t give birth to primordial understanding.

He eagerly opened Pandora’s box, irrespective of whether it held surprise or destruction.

Yes, how could pain be "appreciated"? From the beginning, he was observing from the wrong perspective.

Just as now, he felt saddened by Lin Hejin’s passing, bidding him farewell. Yet helplessly, he found that Lin Hejin’s experience was remembered by him, becoming new inspiration in his mind for a "creator who passed away in melancholy," potentially becoming words in his writing, part of his new character’s constitution.

In an instant, a flash of lightning crossed Sique’s mind, and he suddenly gazed at Lin Hejin in shock.

"...Ah." He murmured.

So, this is what Lin Hejin referred to as "Eternal Life"...

You succeeded, old sir.

Your traces remain eternally under my pen.

The beret removed, a few green feathers on Sique’s head were exposed, and he pulled down his sleeve to cover some of the exposed feathers.

The only regret is that the "Sique Olivius" standing here was the transformed Pet Magpie. However, only the magpie would know of this regret.

Rustle—rustle—

The tree leaves rubbed against each other outside the window, and the sound of the wind poured into the quiet house.

"According to your previous will, old sir." The purple-haired youth with golden eyes sparkling:

"I will fulfill your wish and replicate the protagonist youth from your book. Let him become genuine life."

"Since you, Mr. Lin, are only a D-level creator, the youth I construct will have only a soul, no physical body. Yet, I believe he will gradually become a complete person."

"A child’s soul composed of ’Justice, Purity, Kindness, Responsibility, Freedom, Courage, Sacrifice, Idealism.’ In this increasingly fickle world of Luowasha, it is a very rare thing, something perhaps only the same kind of creator could write."

The Magpie closed its eyes.

The book began to glow—

White light flickered, purple hair fluttered, and the air was filled with the fragrance of wisteria and gardenias.

Shadows of the trees swayed, and the dim oil lamp on the table lit up automatically.

The pages of the book flipped rapidly, countless words leaping from the pages, gradually forming a white figure, with faint hints of red clothing and an oil lamp in hand.

The protagonist youth successfully concretized and gradually transformed into life.

"Mr. Lin, farewell." The Magpie put on the beret, giving a final gentle bow:

"May you have sweet dreams. May there be no pain in your dream."

"You wrote a proud child, a child with the scent of sea breeze, wheat ear, and gardenias."

"I will name the child after your surname, using the single character ’Jin’ from ’Lin Hejin.’"

"—Su Liujin."

The white figure opened its golden eyes.

It presented a soul state, looking bewildered.

The Magpie took Su Liujin and left the dark side, heading towards the current real timeline—Year 154.

...

On December 27, Year 195 of the Second Epoch, at 11:35 in the morning.

Lin Hejin’s life ended at this moment.

Su Liujin’s life began at this moment.

Outside the window, the gardenias bloomed.

The boy, set to yearn for a hometown by the sea, instinctively gazed toward the sea with an unformed soul.

The steps before and after destiny started to connect, reveal, and take shape at this moment.

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"Mr. Magpie, what is my name?"

"Su Liujin."

"What is my race?"

"That has not been set yet; you are now merely in soul form and need to find a suitable body."

"Who are my parents? The old man on the bed makes me feel an impulse to cry... Is he asleep?"

"Yes, he is your father... a great creator."

"Great? But he seems so weak, and no one cries for him or sends him off."

"Greatness does not equate with smallness. A person who devotes their whole life to something they love, regardless of the outcome, is great. There are too many restless people in this world seeking fame and benefits. How many people are there left who focus on one thing they love for a lifetime..."

"Then what was he to you?"

"..." The Magpie smiled:

"A student."

"He was my... first and only student."

"After this, I will no longer be anyone’s teacher."

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