Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1451 - 100: United City Lord and the City of Measurement
[Welcome, Creator Su Ming’an.]
[Current small world stage: Medium Technology World (Wasteland Period)]
[Current year: 726]
[Current population: 9,210,278 people]
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The moon is bright, and the stars are sparse.
Snow-white buildings resemble fallen snow, the city is resplendent and colorful.
An old man pushing a smart garbage truck, wearing a brown felt hat and a gray-black down jacket, walked across the glass-clear ground. Suddenly, he frowned, spotting a figure sitting on the park bench.
The iridescent street lamps cast a thin halo, a black-haired young man leaned diagonally on the bench, his coat thin as paper. He might be too tired, his eyelids closed as if he could be blown away by the wind at any time.
"Wake up, wake up." The old man tapped the lamppost, reminding the young man: "You can’t spend the night in the park, where’s your family? Have them come pick you up!"
Su Ming’an slowly opened his eyes, his head heavy as stone. He was too tired, just stepped into the small world, and his tense emotion relaxed, he fell into a half-slumber.
"...Modern, no, more resembling the era of the ruined world..." Su Ming’an supported himself on the bench and stood up, looking at the old man’s smart sorting garbage truck: "Garbage can be sorted automatically but still needs human movement... the technology tree is a bit skewed... but no harm done, one cannot expect exactly the same as Zhai Xing... I’ve been pushing the development of the small world, very nice..."
He mumbled. The old man felt he had encountered a mental patient and quickly called the police: "Ming’an System, I want to report, there’s a street loiterer not going home at the south gate of Silver Lake Park..."
Su Ming’an looked up, gazing at the tall buildings rising in the distance, lights adorning the skyscrapers like twinkling neon gemstones.
This era is divided into various city-states, with an extremely powerful central control system managing people’s food, clothing, housing, and transportation. This system, named "Ming’an System," was created by Su Mianbao and Su Qing together. Su Mianbao is the "United City States Master," abbreviated as "United City Lord."
Su Ming’an’s figure flashed, appearing under an uninhabited bridge.
He extended his hand toward the air, and soon, beams of white light emerged, revealing the figures of players...
The players looked around, exclaiming.
"We’re in! We really got in!" Luna widened her eyes in surprise.
"This is Number One Player’s small world... we’re the first to enter! Number One Player is so amazing, this world is so advanced!"
"We don’t have to fear the Red Sun here, do we?"
Approximately a hundred players, chattering, craning their necks.
This is the first batch of players to enter the small world, with the help of the "Spiritual Dream-Maker" Yuanyuan, they escaped the player IP and came here. Led by Luna, each person carries a vast amount of futuristic knowledge and technology.
Starting now, Su Ming’an no longer needs to always descend into the small world; many players will help push forward the era’s development. He only needs to glance occasionally.
"The time flow in the small world is very, very slow, only a few minutes outside could mean years have passed in the small world. Although you are the ’Divine Envoys’ I personally brought in, your positional rank is above the small world, and your lifespan will far exceed ordinary people, the time spent here is still real." Su Ming’an reminded.
Just like Su Mianbao is already over eight hundred years old, but for him, it’s only been a few days.
Luna affirmed: "To personally build our future home, waiting for the day to merge with Zhai Xing... it’s a long journey but a happy one, better than living in fear outside."
Ailun from the "Sword of Justice" guild said without hesitation: "That’s right! When you asked us, Su Ming’an, everyone was willing!"
Blonde, blue-eyed Cindy nodded: "Others live a year, we can live for decades, even hundreds of years, isn’t that a great deal?"
Su Ming’an felt touched. Among the fourteen teammates, he hesitated for a long time and finally chose Luna as the small world’s assistant, firstly because of high trust, secondly because of Luna’s upright nature. Thirdly, Luna doesn’t hold an important position, leaving Luowasha wouldn’t cause any upheaval.
But due to the time flow, these pioneers who entered the small world first will have to endure a very long time. They will be isolated in the entire world, and may never be able to return. When Su Ming’an asked Luna, Luna agreed without hesitation.
She would hardly refuse him, even if it meant sacrifice.
"People are dignified in doing their respective duties, you’re much younger than me, I can’t just sit and watch." Luna patted his shoulder, smiling brightly: "It’s just that, the next time I see you, you won’t be able to call me ’big sister’, you might have to call me ’grandma’ instead..."
Su Ming’an’s eyes were a little wet.
Looking at Luna’s flowing white hair, the yellow rose hairpin adorning her hair, and her clear eyes, for a moment he felt like he was losing something precious.
But soon, he smiled, responding to Luna: "Here, you all have become ’Longevity Species,’ there’s no distinction between sister and grandmother."
Luna covered her mouth, laughing: "I know, when the age reaches a certain realm, it can’t be considered as grandma status. Only those below a hundred, in people’s eyes, can still be judged by common sense regarding seniority."
...Those words seemed to hint at some old man.
To settle these players in, Su Ming’an planned to contact Su Mianbao.
With a thought, Su Mianbao’s image appeared before him.
—In a circular hall enveloped by pale relief carvings, a white light sphere floated at the center, connected by tens of thousands of red hoses, the sphere surrounded by a vast transparent screen displaying countless data and statistics. All data flow and hose directions converged towards a slightly above-ground platform, atop which sat a slender figure.
A young girl reclined against the chair, dressed in black innerwear beneath a loose white coat, wearing black half-finger gloves, and black straight pants tucked into matching boots. She sat in a wheelchair equipped with a high-precision command system. Her eyes showed dark shadows, her complexion pale, she seemed to be resting with her eyes closed.
...No need to imitate so curiously! Su Ming’an saw this scene and almost burst out laughing.
"Ming’an System" was one thing, the "City Lord" another, but why even recreate the wheelchair?
Moments later, United City Lord Su Mianbao opened her eyes, uttering words that made holding back even harder:
"Ming’an System, report."
"Yes." A cold electronic voice responded, the light sphere named "Ming’an System" displayed vast amounts of data: "As of Genesis 726, this civilization has developed to a Medium Technology World, with 9,210,278 carbon-based life forms, 112,810,928 bionic bodies, electronic lives, and mechanical bodies. Though there is still a huge gap from the capacity of seven billion required by the Creator, as the time flux accelerates and the ’Electronic Life and Downgrade Dimension Plan’ is implemented, this will not be an issue in the future, please rest assured, Mother."
"Hmm." Su Mianbao acknowledged, her pitch-black eyes gleaming sharply, she suddenly looked towards a direction—a direction that happened to be where Su Ming’an was remotely watching her.
In an instant, their gazes seemed to meet.
"...Lord Father God."
A hint of a smile appeared on her lips, the United City Lord, who had experienced eight hundred years, possessing dark sharpness, gently placed her gloved right hand on her chest, slightly bowed, her gaze still fixed intensely:
"Are you satisfied with everything your loyal lamb has offered?"
... Did she notice I was here long ago?
Su Ming’an sensed his surroundings; this bridge underpass was a provincial boundary away from the core area of the Central City where the United City Lord resided. It seemed the "Ming’an System’s" surveillance was pervasive; she might have discovered him the moment he fell asleep on the park bench.
The person, wise and astute from being personally imbued with his spirituality, had accumulated over eight hundred years of experience. On reflection, it was truly terrifying.
Su Ming’an looked around, moving with divine thought, and discovered that within fifty meters, there were thousands of small mechanical armies ambushed in corners, armed with the most advanced equipment, featuring lethal ammunition, tranquilizer darts, and even sealing bullets specifically targeting mage and priest players. Within a hundred meters, hundreds of remote mechanical eyes, drones, and mimetic mechanical birds floated about. Within a thousand meters, dozens of fully armed officers patrolled back and forth, equipped with triggered mechas, small space buttons, joint power grids, mechanical hounds, and more.
Su Ming’an: "..."
It seemed Su Mianbao was very enthusiastic about his arrival. He had just talked with some players briefly, and unconsciously such a large formation surrounded him.
If Su Ming’an wasn’t the creator, he might not have been able to handle her, who had accumulated over eight hundred years, in this world.
"Very satisfied." Su Ming’an responded from afar to the image, "You’ve worked hard, and I acknowledge it."
The United City Lord, on the wheelchair, smiled rosily, her eyes sparkling with joy and intoxication, as if all the hard work had finally paid off.
"In just eight hundred years, you’ve advanced from the primitive period to the ultra-modern period. Of course, the transcendent technology I brought played a role, but your efforts and that of the locals are undeniable. From the initial four people, to now over a hundred million carbon-based and non-carbon-based lives, you’ve all contributed greatly." Su Ming’an smiled, "In the silent Dark Forest, you’ve ignited the flame of civilization and enlightenment, leading people out from desolate and savage caves — Su Mianbao, I recognize you as the ’Lighthouse’ of this civilization."
Su Mianbao abruptly lowered her head.
Su Ming’an couldn’t clearly see her expression in that instant, but when she raised her head, her smile was extremely satisfied, her eyes filled with joy like fireworks.
Su Mianbao touched her chest, her black hair falling: "I will forever be loyal to you... Father God."
Su Ming’an instructed: "Next, you need to make this world suitable for habitation, while restoring Zhai Xing’s appearance, maximize everyone’s quality of life. I am stretched thin, you understand this world better than I do, so I’ll leave it to you."
He felt a bit guilty. Even though he was the creator, aside from occasional surveillance and technology deployment, he hadn’t done much.
"Following your will." Su Mianbao replied reverently.
"By the way..." Su Ming’an glanced at the image: "Where is Su Qing? I haven’t seen him in a long time."
He heard that since the transition from the Steam Age to modern times, civilization experienced several major upheavals and shocks, during which a few ambitious Governors attempted to seize Su Mianbao’s power, staging six large-scale wars akin to the "Dawn War". Ultimately, the three Sus joined forces, with Su Ming’an’s technology, created the "Ming’an System", settling everything.
But... ostensibly, Su Qing and Su Jingtang should have at least held a Deputy City Lord position, yet they went completely silent.
Su Mianbao clapped her hands together, her gown bathed in a scarlet glow, tinted with a fiery hue. She smiled, her voice gentle:
"... Su Qing is currently my esteemed guest. He has been campaigning for a long time and is a bit tired, so he’s resting."
Su Ming’an raised his eyebrows: "I’d like to see him."
Su Mianbao said warmly: "Father God, Su Qing has been afflicted with a chronic illness and is disabled. He doesn’t want others to see him like this. When he feels better, I’ll let him meet you, okay?"
Su Ming’an silently opened the card interface:
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[Card Name: SSR·Su Qing]
[Class: Chanter (Back row)]
[Belief God: None]
[Personality Alignment: Neutral Evil]
[Darkening Value: 98 points]
[Level: lv.77]
[Positional Rank: 0 star]
...
... Darkening value at 98 points!?
"Then make sure he gets adequate rest. Next time, I want to see him in perfect condition." Su Ming’an deliberated: "The players around me, especially Lady Luna, will guide you on making this world habitable. You must treat these players well and don’t neglect them."
Su Mianbao’s expression showed a slight crack but was quickly concealed. She looked warmly at the lady with white hair draping down and smiled: "Hello, Lady Luna. I am the Ruler of twelve City-States, the United City Lord Su Mianbao, Father God’s most excellent lamb."
"Ah... Hello, I am Luna." Luna was somewhat shy and a bit timid. After all, she was just a guild leader of a medium-sized guild, commanding at most a few thousand players, incomparable to the World Governess Su Mianbao.
She felt her hand being pulled over; Su Ming’an ceremoniously wearing gloves, folded his fingers, silently writing in her palm:
...
["’Supervision’ surpasses ’guidance’,"]
...
Luna’s expression stiffened, she nodded silently.
After settling the players, Su Ming’an wandered alone in the night.
He didn’t rush to leave the small world, the time flow in the small world was very slow. Having been exhausted for so long, he needed to recuperate to better face the final battle. In the meantime, he could personally inspect the small world a bit.
The shimmering moonlight covered the streets; the moon disk hung silently high in the sky.
The youth’s black coat fluttered in the wind, intermixed with the fragrance of magnolia.
Unknowingly, he wandered to the commercial street, where there were dazzling neon lights, large screens looping advertisements, street trees adorned with seven-colored Christmas lights, and pavilion-like night market stalls.
Crayfish, skewers, small knife-cut noodles, charcoal-grilled jellyfish skin... woks flaring with heat, the oil scent mixed with the aroma of green onions. There were also small stalls selling hairpins, handmade dolls, name bracelets, sugar paintings, and a series of others, with the sound of "ding ding dong dong" receipts in the background.
For a moment, Su Ming’an felt like he had returned to Zhai Xing.
Those eating noodles, taking photos, grabbing dolls, and swiping short videos... people no longer retained the primitive age’s appearance; the initial traces couldn’t be seen.
