Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1466 - 115: OE - The Last Holy Meal (12)

"...Then, the discussion regarding the subsequent planetary navigation work concludes here." The World Master gave his instructions, picked up the long-handled umbrella, and turned to leave.

People watched him depart from the meeting hall.

"Where is the World Master off to this time?" people murmured quietly among themselves:

"Hmm... probably there." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Is that place really so special?"

"Who knows, perhaps for the World Master, that place holds a unique significance."

...

East Sea.

A colossal silver-white aircraft carrier floated amongst the waves.

"You see, that’s the bridge over there, usually equipped with radar, electronic devices, and communication equipment. For most fighter jets, the carrier relies on catapults or ski-jump decks to assist in takeoff. So, this enormous thing isn’t controlled by just me alone; it takes many people to assist..."

A young man with long blue hair patiently introduced the various aspects of the aircraft carrier, and his audience was a black cat toy placed in the co-pilot’s seat.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door.

"Captain Lical Bos, would you like afternoon tea..." A crew member knocked and entered, noticing the cat toy in the co-pilot’s seat, frowning in confusion.

"Yes, please. Thank you." Lu smiled as he closed the door.

He was talking to the toy to himself, but this wasn’t because he was bizarre; it was his way of fulfilling a promise made long ago.

Lical Bos always kept his word. He had promised everyone they would experience the aircraft carrier together. Everyone else had already done so, except for one person. Unfortunately, only a toy could symbolize that person now.

Just then, he felt the toy move slightly.

He looked on in astonishment, seeing the toy blink its eyes.

How could a toy blink?

"...Su... Su Ming’an. Have you returned? Is it you?" Lu picked up the toy, staring intently at its pitch-black glass eyes.

The toy silently blinked its eyes.

"We are all hoping for a miracle. You’re still alive... Has this miracle happened? Where is your true self? I’m going to find you right now." Lu stared intently at the toy, his fingers trembling slightly.

The toy’s lips curled slightly, as if it was smiling, and in the next moment, it returned to being an ordinary lifeless doll.

As if it were merely a dream of Lical Bos alone.

...

"As ’Evergreen Tree Seedlings,’ you are selected from all parts of the world, representing the future of this world." The stern female Tower Master admonished the children with youthful faces before her.

The children’s faces were filled with excitement.

The "Evergreen Tree Seedlings" scheme was initiated by two hundred and fifty-six Tower Masters after the Century Catastrophe. The plan aimed to select the world’s talents, focus on nurturing them, and make them pillars of the world, even becoming the successors to the Tower Masters. After all, the world always needs fresh blood.

This group of young people, aged around ten to fifteen, was part of the "Evergreen Tree Seedlings" scheme. To celebrate the awakening of the World Master, Tower Master Mu Luohua specifically selected a group of the youngest and most talented seedlings to bring before the World Master and present festival gifts.

The New Year was approaching soon.

Double blessings, isn’t that a great thing?

"When you meet the World Master later, remember to show respect, respect, and more respect! But don’t bow your heads like quails; the World Master doesn’t like cowardice. Seeing the World Master in person might be the greatest honor for you." Mu Luohua, like a teacher, nagged at the children: "The World Master has just woken up and certainly wants to see people happy and joyful. Say good wishes. The World Master is very tired, and we must lighten his burden, smile more, understand?"

"We un-der-stand!" the children replied in unison.

"I’ve read history books and heard that the World Master is a very gentle person. Besides, he looks only a few years older than us." A girl spoke in anticipation, having read a large number of books about the World Master and confidently articulating any details.

"Books are unreliable. Some textbooks even say the World Master likes to eat meal replacements." A boy said.

"Shush... don’t talk about such nonsense here!" Someone said in fright immediately.

"I heard that the legendary High Dimensions all like meal replacements. Is that a kind of universal law?"

"Heh, one day, I’ll grasp the secret of eating meal replacements too. By then, I’ll certainly be a super-powerful High Dimension."

"You, a High Dimension? Hahaha, snot bug!"

"You, you--!"

Mu Luohua didn’t admonish the children. After all, the World Master liked to see people looking happy and joyful, rather than a group of overly cautious quails.

Before them stood a tall and majestic building. After identity verification, they made their way inside, with crystal-colored branches swaying across the sky, beautiful enough to dazzle and fascinate.

The World Tree, the symbol of central power, the dwelling of the most formidable, the seat of the world’s master.

Floating everywhere were floating jellyfish-like floating cannons, the airborne automatic defense systems. Occasionally, the digits 0 and 1 flickered, representing the Ming’an System’s real-time monitoring.

In the air, transparent whales flew by, bringing with them a glistening aroma of white sand and roses, dragging a trail of rainbow bubbles, dreamlike and enchanting.

The children continually exclaimed in awe, their eyes filled with countless beautiful sights.

Wang Xiaoxiao was also among these children, the son of Xiao Xiao and Wang Zhenzhen. It was said that his parents had met the World Master several times in the past. When he asked about what kind of person that was, his parents thought for a moment and told him that he was an ordinary person.

Ordinary person? His mum and dad must have been silly to give such an answer!

Wang Xiaoxiao followed the children, walking along until--

They saw the endless sea.

"The World Master loves the sea. This place can simulate various scenes, and it seems today the World Master has simulated the sea," Mu Luohua whispered.

The children were stunned by the scene before them.

"Swish--swish--"

Sunlight chased the rippling waves, the tides followed the glittering white sand, and the silky blue sea stretched to the ends of the earth, blurring the boundary between sky and land, the golden beach resembling jade stones, piled underfoot, grain by grain.

A figure with loose black hair stood quietly on the golden shore, gazing at the distant horizon of the sea.

His clean white long shirt fluttering in the sea breeze was like a floating small boat, with no known destination or belonging, swaying, swaying, leaving a thin slice of white in the center of people’s vision.

His hands were gently tucked in his pockets, his back straight. His posture was so light, like a lone seagull’s white feather by the sea, just waiting for the wind to carry him to an unknown place.

He seemed to merge with this scenery, becoming a part of the beauty, yet at the same time still out of place, ready to detach at any moment.

The children held their breath, their eyes shining as they looked at this great person -- their World Master, the legend among legends, the most powerful existence in the world today.

Wang Xiaoxiao saw this figure, but instead, he felt a wave of sadness.

The omnipotent, all-controlling World Master... why does it feel so sad?

He clearly already has everything.

He clearly has achieved everything.

The children’s laughter rings out, the golden shoreline is no longer just the monotonous sound of waves.

"...Unknowingly, is it almost New Year?" A distant and crystalline voice sounded.

"Yes, World Master. I have brought the children of the Evergreen Tree Seedlings to deliver gifts to you." Mu Luohua responded.

At her suggestion, the children went up one by one to offer blessings. The World Master remained indifferent, without turning back.

Until Wang Xiaoxiao presented his gift:

"World Master! This is the wine my parents asked me to bring, called peach blossom brew. I hope you like it!" He delivered several pots of wine behind the World Master, his voice resonating.

After the delivery, the children giggled, knowing the World Master couldn’t drink alcohol; wasn’t this buttering up gone wrong?

However, the World Master surprisingly reacted. He reached out, picked up the green and white porcelain bottle, held it beside his head, and tilted the bottle’s mouth.

The clear wine liquid traced a slightly slanted path, pouring into his mouth, he slightly tilted his head, faintly revealing a slightly flushed complexion.

Upon seeing this, people instantly fell silent.

Sunset, the sea, golden beach, the flowing wine liquid.

Under the gaze of countless young eyes, the World Master drank bottle after bottle, seemingly drinking without getting drunk. But perhaps he had been drunk for a long time, thoroughly intoxicated, never sober.

Mu Luohua subconsciously wanted to dissuade him, yet felt her identity wasn’t suitable, and could only watch him drink incessantly. Unknowingly, there had long been no one around the World Master able to dissuade him from drinking.

Wang Xiaoxiao didn’t expect his gift to be so well received.

Moments later, the World Master gazed at the sea and gently said:

"Although this world has temporarily attained peace, it is not eternal. On the long journey, civilization may still encounter obstacles. I hope you never lose the confidence and courage to set out, supporting Zhai Xing to gradually ascend to a super-magic super-tech world. By that time, maybe we will return to avenge those high-dimensional beings who regard us as food."

The children carefully remembered these words, their eyes shining bright.

After downing another pot of wine, the World Master casually waved his hand: "Go on... celebrate your holiday."

He seemed not to need anyone’s company, as if he no longer needed anything at all.

"Yes, World Master, please take care..." Mu Luohua swallowed the words "take care of your health." Does the World Master still need to take care of his health? He lacks nothing, needs nothing.

Just when they were filled with excitement and ready to leave.

The supreme World Master finally turned his head and glanced at them.

Wang Xiaoxiao finally, at this moment, saw the legendary face of the World Master.

Thump, thump, thump.

Wang Xiaoxiao blushed, clenching his fists, his heart pounding.

—It was a young, gentle, handsome face.

The young man’s eyes were slightly deep, his facial features soft, yet showing sharpness at his brow bone and nose ridge. A few strands of hair carrying a trace of alcohol lay against his cheek, his pupils like two solitary moons. His cheeks tinted with a blush from the alcohol, yet still unable to conceal the pallor.

Such beautiful eyes.

Wang Xiaoxiao immediately noticed the World Master’s pupils’ color.

Indeed, their revered World Master possessed a pair of beautiful golden pupils.

"Su Rin." At this time, Vice World Leader Su Mianbao walked over and said to the World Master, "Matters concerning the new sea route still need your decision..."

She looked toward the World Master.

The World Master, with his drunken eyes, looked back at her.

His lips curled slightly in a smile, making it hard to determine if it was joy or suffering.

...

—In the moment Hephaestus’ Throne formed, Su Rin received the most detested "gift" of his life.

A blooming, scarlet Manzusha Flower pattern appeared on the back of his hand, leaving a subtle mark.

In that instant, he intuitively understood—what "death rebound" meant, and what "trigger death rebound" signified. He inherited a vast amount of painful memories of death, including discarded forgotten timelines, the rescue of the thirty-third timeline...

What arose in his heart was not the ecstasy of wielding mighty authority, but a pain akin to dust settling.

In a moment, his heart felt like it was tearing, as if a huge void emerged.

This miraculous, supreme authority beyond high dimensions— "death rebound" fell into his hands.

That also meant the previous master was already...

"No miracle... Su Ming’an."

He watched the fallen golden cocoon, watched it descend underground, eternally plunging into darkness. Others continued to pray, hoping Su Ming’an could survive. Lü Shu and the others in Yamada Town always prayed, firmly believing they must rescue Su Ming’an in the future, that he had not been completely burned out, that his soul could endure for a long time, until the day Lü Shu digs him out...

Among billions of people who still awaited in hope, Su Rin was the first to know the result, decades earlier than others.

He knew, there were no miracles.

He knew, there was no such future.

The Devouring Fire was absolute destruction, how could a human soul withstand it.

In the moment the seal formed, the young man within the cocoon was already gone.

He clenched his fists tightly, closed his eyes, inhaling, suppressing the tremor of his jaw. As if seeing that guy leisurely pat his shoulder and say: "It’s up to you, Engineer Su."

...You arrogant guy, just like that handed everything over to me?

Having done the most difficult task, leaving me to handle the tedious aftermath?

He stroked the gradually fading pattern on the back of his hand.

He had long known reality wasn’t a fairy tale, more than once.

—Then why, in the instant the result settled, was his heart still expecting, still longing, still suffering?

Why did his chest feel like a blade, with just a slight movement, he could feel the sharp pain?

This unfaithful guy really didn’t fulfill the promise.

He knew, he could no longer return home through the World Game’s path, he could only wait for Zhai Xing to keep traveling, perhaps someday, to find the location where the Pulaya civilization resides.