Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1455 - 104: OE - The Last Holy Meal (Part 1)
[—In Luowasha, why is "consumption" regarded as an inevitability in the food chain?]
[This is not merely due to hunger and appetite, but a longing for power.]
[Devour others, enrich oneself.]
[As long as you "consume," you can gain others’ nutrition and let yourself grow full flesh.]
[Every generation of "Olivius" has been disgusted by this law. They have tried to revise this law, hoping people would replace bloody and cruel "consumption" with positive and uplifting "learning." But later, they gradually discovered...]
[This is indeed the best way.]
...
—Su Ming’an took out the ink-gold feather pen.
This is the 76th generation "Olivius" feather pen given to him by "Watcher" Xiao Bai.
The sparkling golden dots interspersed in the night-black ink, like a ray of light tearing through the darkness, he held the pen with one hand, the tip aimed at his own heart.
At this moment, the black mist had almost wrapped around his abdomen, and Eni’s chaotic voice by his ear was becoming more frenzied:
"Merge with me... become one with me..."
"The ’Fusion’ authority, the ’Devour’ authority, the ’Faith’ authority... if these three authorities can all be held in ’our’ common hands, even Noel, backed by two great High Dimensions, would fear us."
"Su Ming’an, you can end this, kill the final obstacle Noel Agnini. And I will become ’you,’ become a Savior that people are grateful for, a high-dimensional being that walks the universe..."
Eni truly had a good plan.
As a person who retained some cyclic memories, he remained low-key in the early to mid-stages of the World Game, only using prophecy to establish his persona, sneak into the top ten, and let all his accumulation burst in the last instance. He knew he couldn’t achieve a Full Perfect Clear of the highest difficulty on his own, even if his ability was sufficient; he couldn’t match Su Ming’an’s willpower and charisma, so from the beginning, he focused on "taking over another’s body."
The goal was very clear, the mind very clear.
Low-key to avoid the Organizers’ targeting, only covertly pushing some events.
...
[After a long time, the man spoke again: "Eni said, Haru will be fine, as long as you keep winning, one day you will see her."]
[Mizushima Kawa Sora’s eyes brightened a little.]
["Haru... I will definitely keep going."]
[—276th Memory Clip·"Just about to reach your doorstep"]
...
["Well then, my help will stop here. If you want more information about the future, remember to give me a reward..." After Eni said that, he left.]
[Edward knew that Eni could know many things in advance. For example, some information about the next instance, some hidden plotlines, etc.]
[—479th Memory Clip·"Why did your excellency vote first?"]
...
A prophecy saved the nearly maddened Mizushima Kawa Sora.
Eni’s prophecy was not wrong; Mizushima Kawa Sora indeed saw Mizushima Haru again, right on Luowasha’s Golden Bell Tower, only she was just a walking corpse.
Another prophecy led Edward into the abyss while remaining unnoticed by anyone. Subsequently, Eni gave Edward the "Exchange Position Item," directing Qiongdi’s story quickly toward the end.
Then, in the Ruined World, he saved Xiao Mei. Without Xiao Mei, the Perfect Pass of the highest difficulty would be hard to achieve, and when the Wei God was about to win, Xiao Mei’s radio broadcast played a decisive role.
And contacting the time authority, seizing the protagonist’s position, assisting Mizushima Kawa Sora... it was all weaving a web.
Sometimes siding with Su Ming’an, sometimes siding with Mizushima Kawa Sora, like a weight balancing the scales, planning the most suitable development direction.
When everyone’s attention was focused on the "Master of the End of All Things" and "Noel Agnini," he struck like thunder, breaking into the lake and extending an invitation to Su Ming’an. Then, after being rejected, waited in Su Ming’an’s room, lurking a long time, ready for a lethal blow.
When Su Ming’an opened his eyes and saw the black mist surrounding him, Eni’s entire plan had reached its end.
The authority of the eighth thrones behind Eni is "fusion," not "devour." This means that Eni finds it difficult to grow stronger on his own and can only rely on mutual benefit with others. Once fusion is complete, they will all transform into a collective consciousness, meaning Eni and everyone fused together coexist, jointly controlling the body.
"I... bear no malice towards you."
Suddenly, Eni’s extremely close voice sounded near Su Ming’an’s ear, as if speaking inside his head:
"Su Ming’an. I don’t want to kill you; I just want mutual benefit."
"To defeat the Master of the End of All Things, you necessarily have to ascend to high dimensions or collaborate with a high-dimensional being. Compared to other high-dimensional beings with ulterior motives, ’fusion’ is the safest choice."
"You and I, merging with the eighth thrones, thus we’re no longer ’you’ and ’I.’ All schemes, hatred, precaution, and vigilance are erased because ’you’ are ’me,’ and ’I’ am ’you.’ No matter what, we wouldn’t scheme against ’ourselves’ to cause harm."
"Our ideal, is the common ideal—you’ve fused with a high dimension, greatly increasing your strength, enough to protect the people. And I gain the honor of ’Number One Player’ and ’Savior,’ living eternally with you, sharing glory and gratitude from countless civilizations."
"This is mutually beneficial for us. I am not like Noel Agnini, who is inhumane; he destroys his homeland to ascend to high dimensions, but I still hope in my heart for my homeland to be better. So, I will jointly protect that beautiful blue planet with you."
"All you have to pay, is ’individual independence’ and ’self’... It’s such a good deal, you and I are smart people, you can understand, right."
Eni was not wrong.
For him, this was the best choice. Even more reliable than Sique’s proposed plan.
But Su Ming’an quickly thought of an ending—
...
[TE19·"The Last Holy Meal" (You utilized the "Devour" authority to devour the Angel, Demon, Deity, High Dimensions... you gradually evolved into the cosmic lord, devouring everything that threatened your homeland. But when you look back, where did your home go? Why does your body hold the scent of the homeland?)]
...
After completing the fusion with the eighth thrones, could he and Eni really still retain their true selves?
The essence of the eighth thrones is a conglomeration of billions of consciousnesses, its voice extremely hoarse, indistinguishable as male or female, old or young.
Would it really be so kind, just to let Eni and Su Ming’an realize their ideals? In the eyes of high dimensions, there is only interest and brethren; if it fuses with Eni and Su Ming’an, it’s likely to gradually "assimilate" them, becoming part of the collective consciousness. By then, even if they wish to be saviors, they would be covered by other consciousnesses.
"I think your proposal is good, but it’s lacking a bit of assurance." Su Ming’an smiled with his eyes: "I have a better proposal."
Atlanda felt a slight joy in his heart, but quickly asked in confusion, "What proposal?"
Su Ming’an gripped the pen tightly, aiming it at his own heart.
The black mist had already covered his chest, and he began to lose feeling in his abdomen and legs.
A gust of wind swept by, causing countless crystal branches and leaves of the World Tree to sway. Several figures rapidly approached, players who had detected Su Ming’an’s danger.
"—Big Brother!"
A familiar call resounded. A youth flew towards him, his expression full of worry, carrying a sword engraved with signatures:
"Big Brother, what’s wrong! Why are you covered in black! I’ll save you, Big Brother!"
Brown-black feathers lifted from the youth’s arm, belonging to the swift-flying Swiftlet family. He flew over like a black line. His white hair fluttered in the wind, revealing a smooth and full forehead and a pair of bright eyes. His lips pressed tightly, his face was long and thin, and sweat trickled down his temples.
—Mo Yan.
Since White Sand Paradise, Mo Yan had voluntarily retired. He knew his strength couldn’t match his Big Brother, so he wouldn’t be a burden to him. Voluntarily withdrawing to avoid being a burden was the best way he could repay his Big Brother.
He had been striving to level up in Luowasha, but his abilities were limited, reaching only the level of a second-tier player at most. Yet even so, he never sought help from his Big Brother. Even if Big Brother only let a bit of benefit slip, he could soar to the heights.
Not envious in glory, but giving decisive aid in times of distress.
"Step back!" Su Ming’an, seeing him, immediately raised the Lamb Barrier, keeping Mo Yan and the others at a distance.
Many other players followed behind Mo Yan. Familiar faces, unfamiliar faces, all like ears of wheat swaying in the wind, fluttering from afar.
They knocked on the barrier like people standing outside an aquarium’s glass, watching a giant shark drift inside, filled with anxiety yet helpless.
"Su Ming’an... Su Ming’an!" Yamada Machiichi finally broke free from the Rin Clan brother and the delusional Zhi Fei’er, rushing to the base of the World Tree and witnessing this scene.
—Such a vast multitude of people.
The red sun hung high in the sky, emitting scorching light, painting the earth like an orange-red ocean. In this wave-filled "ocean," a dense crowd surged like a tide, their colorful clothing forming a dancing, vibrant rainbow under the sunlight.
Each shadow on the ground weaved together in overlapping layers of different shades. Some stood, some sat, some walked, some paused. A symphony of voices rose and fell, like waves lapping against the shore, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low and deep.
In the distance, the red sun rose higher, turning the sky into a red glass, like a magnificent oil painting. The people’s figures turned into small black dots, growing blurred in the sunset afterglow.
Ian, Xi Ge, Perlo, Mokeluo, Shui Shuang, Huan Jiala, Huajian Weilai...
Eni, Zhao Yuan, Mizushima Kawa Sora, Su Shi, Xiao Xiao, Laine, Lin Jiang, Anthony...
Shadows cast in the sunlight, like snow covering salt.
An estimate showed there were millions of people.
At a glance, it was dizzying.
This was the grandest, most lively scene Yamada Machiichi had ever witnessed. He couldn’t help but hold his breath, his heart pounding.
Almost everyone in Luowasha and Zhai Xing with enough strength had gathered under the World Tree. They all knew this was the final battlefield.
The focal point of their gaze — was not the overwhelming, vast crystal giant tree, but a floating, pitch-black silhouette.
The lower half of the figure was wrapped in black mist, surrounded by inky blackness. Countless male and female faces appeared and vanished in the fog, emitting voices of the elderly, the young, men, and women...
Above the waist of the figure was someone Yamada Machiichi knew all too well.
"—Su Ming’an!!!" Yamada Machiichi instinctively shouted, his voice nearly a roar. And many others shouted the same. It was as if this word was not just a name, but a spell to calm everything. These cries overwhelmed their heat, the sweat continuously rolling off their foreheads, their almost completely flushed skin.
Under the red sun, who would be eternal, who would vanish—
And that figure turned its head, its gaze seemingly brushing past Yamada Machiichi, like a feather gently sweeping by.
"Lin Yin had previously informed people via world chat about the twelve characteristics of the organizers... This black mist should be the Eighth Thrones. It seems Su Ming’an has fused with the Eighth Thrones... No, no. What else can stop it? What else can stop it?" Yamada Machiichi’s heart pounded wildly.
In that instant, his entire life flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. After all, if Su Ming’an fused with the Eighth Thrones, none of them might survive!
High Dimensions wouldn’t regard these humans as brethren!
He trembled all over, fearing death, fearing Su Ming’an’s demise. These fears nearly caused him to faint. Suddenly, a thought flashed like lightning in his mind, though he didn’t know why he would have such an absurd idea—
Noel Agnini! If anyone could salvage the situation now, it would have to be Noel, surely...
Many others thought the same.
However, a golden-haired youth didn’t appear in the sky to come to their rescue.
At the most critical moments, Noel always came, whether it was Pulaya’s aerial fall, Qiongdi’s metamorphosis crisis, the thirty-three rounds of the Ruined World, or the prohibition of self-harm in the World of Old Days... Noel Agnini always came.
But this time, this final time.
Noel Agnini did not come.
...
In Su Ming’an’s view, a face appeared.
Golden hair glistened, a broad forehead, a prominent nose, a slender chin, and eyes etched with a brilliant blue clock hand.
It was the face of Atlanda.
Within the black mist, Atlanda’s lips moved: "Become one... Su Ming’an, don’t hesitate... After the fusion, we can all achieve our ideals..."
A moment later, Atlanda’s face disappeared, replaced by a woman’s face. Crimson curls, long eyelashes, a thin face, was the leaderboard player, Miu Wen.
Her lips moved: "...Become one... Only by working together can we overcome this hurdle..."
After that, another male face appeared. Thick eyebrows, a broad nose, full lips, it was the leaderboard player, Yuriklu.
His lips also moved: "...Become one, this is the best... method... Otherwise, we will all die, humanity will die..."
Faces appeared and vanished within the black mist, all of them leaderboard players known but not close to Su Ming’an.
It turned out the Eighth Thrones had already fused with so many people.
They vanished, leaving no corpses and not returning to the Main God World, remaining forever in the black mist.
