Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1456 - 105: OE: The Last Holy Meal (2)

The myriad faces constantly whispered tempting words, the black fog tightened around Su Ming’an, making him feel suffocated, his vision blurred, unable to hold the pen, finding it difficult to move.

Dizziness swept over him, he could barely suppress it, almost sinking into it.

Soon after, another woman’s face appeared.

Black bangs, black pupils, lips slightly curved, features sharp and distinct, adorned with a white Isa flower, she smiled at him. Her face bore none of the suffering or numbness of others.

—Qianqin’s face.

The Eighth Thrones had also fused the deceased Qianqin.

Amidst the black mist, her brows arched gently, she opened her mouth and said: "...Senior brother, you still haven’t taken us to the wonton stall."

The soft and smiling voice, like a refreshing white lily, suddenly awakened Su Ming’an. He opened his eyes to see a thick mist rapidly covering, Qianqin’s face was swallowed by the dense black mist, then her expression turned mute, the curve at the corner of her lips flattened into a line, numbly saying like the other faces:

"Agree... please agree... humanity has no other way... everyone will die..."

Su Ming’an’s pupils flickered.

...Qianqin.

...Were you striving to maintain your identity and resist assimilation even after fusion, just to awaken me at this critical moment?

Qianqin could no longer answer him.

The black mist noticed her lingering lucidity, instantly consuming her last consciousness, she became just like the other faces, devoid of any independence.

"Qianqin" was completely gone.

Su Ming’an raised his eyelids, nostalgically glanced at the distant Yamada Machiichi, Mo Yan, Eni, and the others, then slowly curved his lips, tightened his grip on the feather pen, aimed at his heart, and without further hesitation, brought it down.

The pen tip outlined, and a line of golden script emerged, shining brightly.

...

[—Henceforth, "divide and conquer" him.]

[Devour this last "Holy Meal" — Su Ming’an.]

...

Swish——

Everyone heard the sound of pages turning.

The vast sky transformed into an enormous, spread-open, pale yellow book. Even the Red Sun was briefly obscured. On the pages, countless memory clips were neatly arranged, like translucent, gleaming dominoes. The last memory clip was summoned high, and the golden, shining words that Su Ming’an had written fell onto this massive final page.

Thud, thud, thud.

The world’s heartbeat echoed around, everyone felt the ground trembling, golden arcs of light filled their vision, as if a torrent of fate rushed toward them. Swept over mountains, rivers, meadows, and wastelands, converging onto the writer, "Seventy-sixth Generation of Olivius".

The young man’s black hair billowed amidst the torrent, revealing a smooth and fair forehead, eyes glowing with shimmering gold, like molten sunset. His clothes transformed into streams of crystalline words, his body became a pure energy source, like flowing alluring amber. Even the surrounding black mist was somewhat dispelled by it.

"Crash——!"

As if a pair of crystalline wings grew from his shoulder blades, rising high, like buds breaking through the soil, as if his naturally growing flesh.

The wings connected both to his body and to the book-turned-celestial dome.

And he, as the core connecting heaven and earth, was a slightly throbbing, resplendent crystal.

His bleached eyelashes slightly moved, he wielded the feather pen, continuing to write:

...

[—Give his heart to Yijulai’er, allowing the seed of the World Tree to return to completeness, enabling the World Tree to continue resisting the Master of the End of All Things.]

...

Inside the World Tree.

Bloodstained Yijulai’er had finally repelled the demonized gods. She was about to stop the World Master from seizing the book when she felt something.

She closed her eyes, sensing outside the World Tree, suddenly revealing a bitter smile, murmuring:

"I see... You really are all the same, exactly the same... fools..."

Her expression was no longer as icy and indifferent, perhaps the actions of two similar people finally made her feel why humans can laugh while crying, and why they cry while laughing.

This is truly, truly a profoundly complex answer.

...

[—Condense his Faith Authority in his eyes, a mere thought makes everything come true. This power will be given to...]

Su Ming’an paused the pen, then resolutely wrote:

[...will be given to Lü Shu. Grant him unfailing advantage, indomitable power, invincible in battle.]

...

Outside the Lamb Barrier.

A white-haired youth adorned with a scarlet bat-winged crown of the Blood Clan, holding a blood-red blade, stood quietly.

His somewhat long white bangs obscured his eyes, concealing his gaze, only the water glint passing by his face was visible.

He said nothing, nor did he pound on the Lamb Barrier like others. He wouldn’t stop Su Ming’an, nor make decisions for him, always supporting his ideas.

But at this moment, Lü Shu felt a strong sense of rebellion and pain.

He didn’t want this.

He didn’t want this.

...

[—Condense his Devouring Authority in the palm, devouring all things, digesting everything. This power will be given to...]

Su Ming’an hadn’t finished writing this sentence when he suddenly felt his wrist gripped.

"Have you truly thought it through?"

The pen tip trembled, a pair of golden eyes broke through the black fog.

With it, a head full of purple hair flew, a gorgeous face came into view, the "Seventy-sixth Generation of Olivius" Sique Olivius’ apparition, clothed in a bright red long robe, emerged from the tip of the feather pen, watching him.

Both were of this generation "Olivius", Sique had left a fragment of consciousness in Su Ming’an’s feather pen. Once something important was sensed, Sique’s consciousness would appear.

"...Yes." Su Ming’an revealed a faint smile: "I’ve thought it through."

Upon knowing about the fusion with "The Eighth Thrones", Su Ming’an had thought of the best solution.

Since Aylan had said, "Fusion" Authority restrains "Devouring" Authority, he could not devour himself, so Su Ming’an was destined only to be fused, unable to inversely devour the Eighth Thrones.

Then,

—Take advantage of the critical moment of merging with the Eighth Thrones, release the "Devouring" Authority, let others divide and conquer him. Skin and bones, with the Eighth Thrones, with Aylan, and with Su Ming’an himself... all being devoured.

As long as enough people participate in dividing and conquering, dispersing the power of the Eighth Thrones. Even if the Eighth Thrones have "Fusion" Authority, under Yijulai’er and the World Tree’s supervision, they can’t consolidate the power. The Elf King Huan Jiala will thus gain sufficient divine power, allowing the Fifth Thrones Starfire to descend and restrict the resurgence of the Eighth Thrones. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

This was the best solution. Neither worrying about Su Ming’an losing himself in fusion nor failing to nullify the power of the Eighth Thrones. The only cost being Su Ming’an and Aylan.

Of course, there was not insignificant risk, such as the immense power of the Eighth Thrones, or the Fifth Thrones failing to descend. But it had to be tried.

And there was one crucial thing... Su Ming’an’s "Death Rebound" Authority.

Since this authority couldn’t be openly written down, Su Ming’an didn’t specify what this authority would be given to. After being divided and conquered, there was a high probability that this authority would randomly fall into the hands of the strongest player. Even if the Eighth Thrones had hidden moves, they couldn’t compete with the supreme authority’s power.

This would have a decisive role in resisting the Master of the End of All Things.

And all Su Ming’an had to do, was make this decision.

Make this... decision of turning himself into the "Holy Meal".

"Mr. Lighthouse, you haven’t waited to see me awake." Sique seemed to have judged Su Ming’an’s determination. She offered no dissuasion, just a sigh.

The black mist was cold, as if freezing the blood, and Su Ming’an began to tremble, unable to control the shivering... perhaps it was too cold.

"You lazy bird, you did the same thing back then, didn’t you?" Su Ming’an chuckled, "Before the Luowasha reset again and again... you would intentionally walk onto the dining table and let the royal ones devour you."

Those golden pupils widened slightly.

Then, Sique Olivius gave a gentle smile, the corners of his eyes tinged with blue-gray and crimson, curling up like the long tail feathers of a magpie:

"Yes."

"You found out."

As the initiator of the Luowasha reset, and the only one able to retain the most complete memory after 3030 Luowasha resets, Sique Olivius discovered early on the truths of the universe.

Devour.

—Devour others to fill oneself.

Even high dimensions cannot escape this truth. They defeat their enemies not for the thrill of killing, but to devour the opponent, acquiring their authority and energy.

During the meeting of the Organizers’ Twelve Thrones after the end of the Tenth World, they proposed dividing and conquering Su Ming’an to eat his potential authority.

Therefore, by devouring others, one can seize the precious and abundant nourishment of others.

When Sique Olivius discovered this, he thought, not of plundering, but quite the opposite approach.

Since eating others allows one to gain the nutrients within them,

—then, if I store "nutrition" within my own body and intentionally let others eat me, could it be possible to transmit nutrients without leaving a trace?

Temperature, humidity, topography, resources, kingdom, destiny, scientific system, genesis system, rank, outer realm, gods, races. Key historical nodes, key plotlines, key world direction, key salvation methods.

To hide from the prying Master of the End of All Things, these crucial pieces of information, Sique dared not speak, or Luowasha would be instantly breached. Yet he needed to guide Luowasha towards order, preventing excessive chaos from causing destructive entropy increase.

So, he thought of using himself as a vessel for storing information.

What he wanted was not for people to remember this information clearly, as the resets would wash memories clean, making it impossible to retain everything. What he wanted was the formation of a "collective unconscious."

"Collective unconscious" refers to shared, unconscious common thought patterns inherited and experienced, like "humans are naturally afraid of snakes" or "not wearing clothes is inappropriate." These things don’t require teaching or emphasis; people would instinctively think so.

Through repeated information infusion brought by divide and conquer, people would form a cycle: "dividing Sique—gaining information—experiencing reset and forgetting—dividing Sique again—gaining information again—experiencing reset and forgetting again..." Gradually, the information Sique wanted to transmit would become deeply and increasingly rooted in people’s souls, until a "collective unconscious" was formally formed.

Once a "collective unconscious" was successfully formed, then without Sique explaining what to do, people would instinctively act according to the information he transmitted. For example, if he wanted to convey the message "stay away from the Demon Mother Goddess," then without Sique saying anything, each time people would subconsciously stay away from the Demon Mother Goddess. Similarly, if he wanted to convey "keep an eye on the Rin Clan’s Su Sheng, pay attention to Su Ming’an," then without Sique saying anything, each time people would instinctively pursue Su Ming’an.

As the times of dividing and conquering Sique increased, people would instinctively know how to prevent tragedies, how to engage in key events, how to save the world... These concepts would subconsciously form in their minds, like nutrients within the body.

The little magpie, holding a pebble, threw the stone into the sea over and over again, though the waves would come crashing again and again, the stones would always accumulate more and more until successfully filling the sea.

A magpie filling the sea. An interesting inspiration, a good story.

"[Temperature information]stored in the forehead, [humidity information]stored in the mouth, [scientific system]stored in the left brain, [genesis system]stored in the right brain, [key historical nodes]stored in the ten fingers, [key salvation methods]stored in the blood... well, this way, everyone can drink it. [Destiny direction]is the eyes, [god information]is the heart, the heart is crucial and should go to the most capable one, that should do..." Sique arranged himself thus, smiling as he tidied his tie, facing the enraged nobles he had deliberately provoked.

"Sique Olivius, those bad things, were they all your doing!?" the crowd accused him with anger.

"Yes, that’s right." Sique’s lips curled upward, the crimson corners of his eyes flying, feigning helplessness as he spread his hands, "It’s all my doing. If you have what it takes, then eat me?"

He smiled as he watched himself being pierced by blades, blood gushing out.

The first time he walked onto the table, Sique felt pain.

Undoubtedly, the feeling of being divided and eaten was not pleasant and filled him with extreme fear.

"No, no, no, absolutely cannot try a second time, this is too terrifying... entropy increase is entropy increase, what does it have to do with me..." After the reset, Sique touched his intact body, drenched in cold sweat, nearly fainting.

Fingers tightly clutching his long hair, his heart in turmoil. Moments later, ear feathers gently drooped.

"But if I don’t do this... not many resets later, Luowasha would become terrifyingly chaotic... after all, there are always a few who trigger butterfly effects, I must suppress these crises... or if Luowasha is destroyed, where will I find inspiration..." Sique sighed softly.

At the end of this reset cycle, he walked onto the table once more.

"Oh, no, no... still can’t stand it... this is too terrifying, too painful..." After the reset, he felt reborn, touching his complete body, drenched in sweat.

Third time on the table.

"No way am I doing this next time... let it be destruction, this is simply not something a normal person can do..."

Fourth time on the table.

"So painful, so painful, no, can’t continue like this..."

Fifth time.

"This truly is the last time, I absolutely will not do this again... oh..."

Sixth time.

"Hiss, no, no..."

Seventh time.

"So painful..."

Eighth time.

"..."

Ninth time.

"Sister..."

Tenth time.

Twentieth time.

One hundredth time.

After reading many books, Sique Olivius finally found a way to make it less painful—hypnosis. One night, with hair disheveled, wearing blood-red long clothes, he swung a golden pocket watch, staring into the mirror and said to himself:

"Sique Olivius, seventy-sixth generation of Olivius."

"You feel joy from divide and conquer."

"You feel excitement from the loss of flesh and blood."

"You enjoy the sensation of the cut from a knife and fork."

"You like the feeling of being eaten and genuinely want to pursue this pleasure."

"You’re a... super large masochistic bird."

The crimson corners of his eyes curled up slightly.

The golden pupils gradually became dazed and scattered, reflected in the candlelit mirror.

He smiled, staring at the somewhat unfamiliar self in the mirror, picking up a silver knife and fork, and pierced the skin.

"Ha, hahaha, hoo... hahahaha..."

The moment the blood gushed out, intense excitement and joy also appeared.

In his heart, there was suddenly a joy for those bloody scenes. This joy was exceptionally abnormal, pathological, and mad, even he felt his mental state becoming unusual.

"I’m sick..." his palm covered his cheek, still maintaining a smile, with only a few drops of water shining down through the gaps:

"But."

"Sique Olivius... you finally won’t feel pain anymore..."

...

In a daze, he thought.

If he were gone, the succeeding "Olivius" would likely encounter the same dilemma as himself.

At that time, he hoped that child would be a bit luckier, not having to... go through such things.

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