Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1462 - 111: OE - The Last Holy Meal (8)
["The poison he left behind is in that section."]
["The flame he left behind is in that segment."]
["Walking among the words, repeatedly captured and killed by the lurking clues."]
["Continuously falling in the human world, yet constantly moving within the records."]
[——"Luowasha Observation Notes"]
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Noel could see the intense flicker of light and fire in Su Ming’an’s pupils.
He saw the crystal hue of the Devouring Claw covering Su Ming’an’s palm.
He saw Noah’s Chain glimmering with a blinding light.
An endless stream of words flooded the sky, with beige pages covering the crimson blazing sun. The dazzling light reflected in the eyes of the blond boy, as if a paint pot had been overturned.
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[(Core Skill 2) Pioneer Immortality: When you enter a near-death state, you can freely choose to enter a "Feigned Death" state. (Cooldown Time: 72 hours)]
[Note: The "Feigned Death" state will continuously deplete Mana Points. When the Mana Points are exhausted, the "Feigned Death" state immediately ends. You will awaken and recover to 1 Health Point, maintained for 1 hour. (Note that if you cannot repair the wound within 1 hour, you will still fall into true death.)]
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"Swish!"
The crystal claw pierced through Noel’s shoulder, and the Devouring Fire extended along Su Ming’an’s arm.
The piercing wind noise.
The roar of the fire.
The sound like wailing ghosts.
The screams of countless devoured lives.
A bright red, blood-red maw opened in Su Ming’an’s palm. This high-dimensional weapon finally revealed its ferocity—
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[Active Skill [World Discoloration]: After reducing Health Points to 1, transform yourself into a devouring mouth, devouring enemies within sight. Causes at least 20%-100% of opponents’ Health Points in damage. No cooldown, each use consumes 500 Emotion Value.]
[Remark: The damage caused by this weapon is true damage. Even if the opponent is a high-dimensional, rule, or deity, they will still take damage.]
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At the same time, the necklace on Su Ming’an’s neck emerged, gently trembling like a golden butterfly. Accompanied by a silver bell-like sound, Noah’s Chain’s "Transfer Damage" skill activated, placing him in a momentary invincible state.
"For the second time, and also the last time... I’ve gifted you this ultimate combo again."
Su Ming’an’s hand, crimson Manzusha Flowers frantically blooming, opened the long-hungry mouth of the Taotie!
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Luowasha is a book.
The pages are traces being written.
The cover is the protective barrier of civilization.
The bookmark is the key point in civilization’s timeline.
The table of contents is the power system and framework of civilization.
The page numbers are the current era of civilization.
The word count is the longevity of civilization.
When the pages turn to the last page, civilization is destroyed.
Unless excerpts are copied into another book (planetary migration to another planet occurs, creating fragmented fusion), or pages from other books are taken (plundering people and events from other planets, copied to one’s own planet), or a new cover is placed (establishing a planetary barrier, similar to a three-dimensional system or The Republic).
All characteristics of books, Luowasha possesses.
——Then, what about [clues]?
If some observable clues are left on these "pages," what impact will they have?
When Su Ming’an revisited Luowasha’s Memory Clip, he discovered that in this story, there are often fragmented paragraphs, such as unrelated sentences, inexplicable beginnings and endings, or profound quotes. He always thought this was the World Tree’s embellishment, purely to show off literary flair, with no real significance.
But in a world where "writing is existence, Word Spirit is happening," how can words be ignored?
Especially those vague, standalone segments incorporated into the "Space-time Record Body," if their positional rank and function weren’t strong, why would they be permanently recorded?
Just now, Su Ming’an heard a blurred voice:
"...Go and look at the 1241st Memory Clip, there’s a [clue] left for you there."
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Su Ming’an heard that jellyfish are a weak and fragile species in nature.
Any predator can easily swallow them.
But they have a trait.
——Some jellyfish have stinging cells containing toxins. When threatened, jellyfish can control these cells to resist ferocious predators by "self-devouring poison."
Su Ming’an drew many analogies from this trait.
He guessed that initially, Sique couldn’t completely rely on the goodwill of the royal ones when coercing them to build Eden, while being divided. After all, the royals could leave Sique’s guidance at any time. Only a concrete threat to life could bind these haughty royals.
But how could a magpie threaten those royals?
To overcome with weakness against strength, the best method throughout history – is poison.
This method is insidious, deceitful, cunning, and unsightly, and will be angrily scorned as vicious in historical records.
However, the weak never care about such hollow reputations. If becoming vile could achieve their goals, then let them become the vilest.
The weak know that making someone willingly take poison is almost impossible. But if you let someone eat delicious food, it’s quite easy. So, if you put poison into the delicious food...
Even a jellyfish can poison and kill strong foes.
Even a magpie can guide the royals.
Even humans...
The black-haired youth curled his blood-stained eyes, a smile blooming on his face as pale as paper.
The hands filled with crimson flowers tightly gripped the enemy’s spine, firmly caught between the enemy’s ribs, even clearly feeling the hard sensation.
His expression showed no trace of sorrow, seemingly wiping away grief and regret invisibly:
"...Do you like my poisoned ’Last Supper’? Katantis."
Su Ming’an didn’t know who the new Olivius was, but he had already seen that the 1241st Memory Clip appeared in the last position, indicating that the new Olivius had successfully swapped the Memory Clip, projecting the long-standing [clue] into reality in an instant. Thanks to this unnamed Olivius.
Reality didn’t show any significant changes; it merely followed the plot of the 1241st Memory Clip, where a white-haired, green-eyed beheaded youth appeared on the ground. These changes didn’t affect the overall situation.
The biggest change was the materialization of three [clues]:
[Fire of Extinction.]
[A beautiful match.]
[A bottle of delicious drink.]
A normal person would never have imagined that a long-lost, inexplicable text could become the breaking point now. But Luowasha was different.
The worldview of the book is the most unique.
Su Ming’an didn’t know who left these clues, but whoever could leave a mark on the "Space-time Record Body" must have been from the High Dimensions or had the permission of the World Tree.
His biggest guess was the Eleventh Thrones. After all, the Eleventh Thrones was restricted by some instinct and couldn’t truly meddle in Luowasha, only able to hover in the Outer Realm.
"Oh... so that’s how it is." The blonde boy’s voice was like a multitude singing, mixed with the gloom of the Master of the End of All Things, devoid of its original clarity. He looked at the penetrating wound on his chest and at the Devouring Fire enveloping the two of them, his ink-black pupils without luster, it was already the Master of the End of All Things speaking with Su Ming’an: "[Fire of Extinction], does it refer to the flames on your body?"
The flames of the Devouring Authority had already reached Su Ming’an’s chest, a concrete "Fire of Extinction."
"What does [A beautiful match] refer to? Oh, I see, it refers to you..." The blonde boy gently clapped his hands.
Matches, kindling, straw, stalks... these items that ignite themselves to illuminate others fit Su Ming’an’s image. It turned out the word "beautiful" was describing a person, not an ordinary match.
"As for [A bottle of delicious drink]." The blonde boy chuckled:
"...Is it poison?"
"Or perhaps this bottle of delicious drink refers to you yourself."
"You know that no matter what method you use, you can’t get the poison into my mouth. So you simply drank the poison yourself. You know I will definitely seize your ’devouring’ authority, and by then, when I devour you, you can deliver yourself, as the poisonous thing, into my mouth."
This is an extremely risky tactic.
First, it is uncertain who the poison in this bottle of clues comes from and whether it can poison Noel Agnini. Second, it is uncertain whether the new Olivius is willing to swap the Memory Clip at this critical time, mapping the clue to the present. Third, if Noel Agnini doesn’t choose to seize Su Ming’an’s "devouring" authority, or after taking the "devouring" authority doesn’t devour Su Ming’an, then the poison still won’t reach Noel’s mouth.
Now, although most people have consumed some of the blood and flesh light specks scattered by Su Ming’an, the largest part of Su Ming’an has been devoured by Noel Agnini. The most poisoned is not the general populace, but Noel Agnini.
The greedier one is, the more they get hurt.
The more one binges, the deeper they are poisoned.
——Dividing oneself to awaken the Fifth Thrones is not the optimal solution. Inducing and severely injuring Noel himself is the fundamental solution.
Perhaps the High Dimensional being who left the [clue] couldn’t directly oppose the Master of the End of All Things, so they left a roundabout poison. And the only one capable of delivering this poison into Noel’s mouth was Su Ming’an.
This series of operations would never have been completed without Su Ming’an deceiving everyone, including himself, at this farewell.
The Shitposter Demon Kasadia said something to him at the instance opening.
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[So if you don’t want to be eaten, hate others. Upholding love and trust will instead put you in the most dangerous situation.]
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Upholding love and trust will instead put you in the most dangerous situation.
Perhaps, he and Noel both made too many mistakes on this point.
The torrent of blood and flesh light specks rushed in reverse, dyeing the sky pure white.
One black and one golden silhouette, like night and day.
Day is about to end, but the night shines.
At this moment, the match burning with the Fire of Extinction stretched out both hands and tightly grasped Noel Agnini. This time it wasn’t a communication between rivers or an expression of utmost reassurance, but purely... binding and burning.
An illusory sound of pages turning in a book seemed to resound.
"Rustle——"
The torrent of the last page, crossing the 5,860,000 words under the Luowasha reading mode, surged towards this desolate world with the final period.
The ink-black in Noel’s eyes grew deeper, the card painting on his cheeks grew more intense... the Master of the End of All Things and the Seventh Thrones did not exit Noel’s body, but instead intensified the descent of the deity. In this cycle, Noel delayed the arrival of the Master of the End of All Things, preventing the destructive black frost and snow from descending.
Seeing this, Su Ming’an’s lips curved upwards.
The Master of the End of All Things and the Seventh Thrones had already signed a contract with Noel, Noel stabbing Su Ming’an in the back and destroying Luowasha. They promised to help Noel survive and ascend dimensions. Now, Noel was facing the life-threatening danger of his body and soul being devoured; they couldn’t just abandon him. Moreover, the Seventh Thrones had betrayed the World Game, exerting full force to suppress the Eighth Thrones, violating the rules, and there was no going back for them.
——Inducing with his body, sending the devouring authority as forks and knives.
——Crossing a hundred pages to pass on the clue, drinking the poison into his own body.
——Feigning death, inducing the two high-dimensional entities to come down with "stomachs" to devour.
——Using the contract between Noel and the two high-dimensional beings, trapping the two high-dimensional beings here.
——Finally, concluding. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
The seal cast by Yijulai’er and the World Tree brought an end to all this.
Using "clue" as the blade, "word" as the knife.
——Sealed with "I."
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In the past, in the Tenth World, countless people became "Shan Chang Ge," performing ninety-nine hundred ninety-nine slashes across countless world lines, becoming numerous "I," sealed with "I."
In the Ninth World, Yasa Acto once enacted a "Throne of Hephaestus," even though he had died for a century, he still calculated everything from start to finish in the Ruined World.
Today, upon hearing that the clue contained poison, Su Ming’an immediately thought of a method similar to Yasa Acto’s——bringing down a deity and sealing himself.
He still remembered the desolation of the Wei God in his final moments, that form slowly crumbling under the ginkgo tree.
"Yasa Acto, I don’t know if I can call you teacher... I can’t compare to you, you’re too much of a genius, while initially even I couldn’t do triple-digit arithmetic or balance chemical equations."
"But I guess I have also crafted a rather decent ’Throne of Hephaestus’ for my hometown..."
Su Ming’an suddenly felt a slight sense of honor, wanting to puff out his chest and say something, but at this moment, no one was there to share his pride and joy with, no one to pat his shoulder like praising a child, saying you did well, saying you are no longer inferior to anyone.
Those who could pat his shoulder, Dan Shuang, Noah, Xi, Li Mingyue, Su Wensheng... had long gone far from him.
It turned out this is how Su Wensheng felt before leaving. Su Wensheng envied him, wanted to become him. And he envied Yasa Acto, wanted to become someone like Yasa.
It turns out, unconsciously, he had also become "Su Wensheng."
It turns out they didn’t have to be so self-deprecating.
Unfortunately, this determined thought came too late.
