Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1469 - 118: "Never Once.

The flowers have fallen.

Su Ming’an gazed at his chest, where a complete seed emitted a faint golden glow.

In his palm, he could still feel the sensation of piercing through someone’s heart; this was what it felt like to "consume" others.

"We shall meet again, after the distant Pangala Return." These were Yijulai’er’s parting words, as if it were just a brief farewell.

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[You have obtained the "complete World Tree Seed," temporarily gaining the identity of "Luowasha Watcher." (Please return this identity to any Luowasha member before leaving.)]

[Combat Power: 8000+300!]

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[You have advanced to a second-level God.]

[You have acquired the "Divine Aura" and "Divine Heart."]

[(Divine Aura): Within the coverage of your domain, beings lower than second-level Gods will be suppressed.]

[(Divine Heart): Your soul possesses a certain degree of endurance, and your soul’s lifespan is significantly increased.]

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White gathered at the tips of his hair, like snow gradually dyeing it.

Su Ming’an felt his vision becoming clearer, and even without activating the "Eternal Dawn" skill, everything was distinctly visible, with a golden sheen in his pupils.

Black mist surrounded him, yet brought a resistance as if the entire Luowasha was supporting him from behind.

He clenched the ring and charged towards the World Tree.

The inside of the tree was in chaos, with bodies everywhere that had been slain by a single strike from Yijulai’er. Heat waves rushed at him, and even the crystal leaves wilted alongside.

"Snap!"

When Su Ming’an arrived, he saw two similar purple-haired youths tumbling on the ground like gourds.

Flames consumed volumes of precious books, the huge spiral wooden staircase crackled and popped.

The youth wearing a silver mask had ten finger scratches remaining on his neck, with the skin and flesh of his chest torn, deep enough to see the bone. The other youth, with a tear mole at the corner of his eye, was more severely injured with a bowl-sized wound in his abdomen, fractured legs, unable to rise, and forcibly pinning the enemy beneath.

A pure brawl, a pure exchange of fists and feet.

Su Ming’an wanted to use divine power to separate the two, but found that divine power was unusable here. This most central part of the World Tree seemed to forbid abilities beyond the norm.

"...Su Ming’an?" a weak voice came from one of the similar voices.

Two pairs of golden eyes looked up.

"Su Ming’an, you came, and not Yijulai’er, so that means... you arrived here by stepping over others’ lives..." the World Master remarked mercilessly.

Amidst the swirling flames, Qi Zhou landed a solid punch on the World Master’s cheek, knocking the mask askew, a clear cracking sound echoing. Simultaneously, the World Master’s knee slammed into Qi Zhou’s abdomen, causing blood to spurt forth.

They fought fiercely, every punch and kick driven by the most primal urge to attack.

"Su Ming’an... cough, cough cough!" Qi Zhou glared at Su Ming’an, "Save the books! If all these books burn, no one can get the World Origin!"

With a swift movement, Su Ming’an quickly reached the shelf, the Devouring Claw touched the flames.

But just then, the World Master’s unruffled voice came:

"Su Ming’an, give me the ’Book of General Collection.’

The World Master had risen at some point, pressing a hand to Qi Zhou’s chest. In an instant, Qi Zhou was overpowered.

The silver mask glowed coldly, the golden eyes devoid of earlier fury and rage, only calm.

...Qi Zhou was a character penned by the World Master; this fight was resolved from the start. The World Master was merely willing to play along with Qi Zhou, and as soon as the main character arrived, the act was dropped.

"Su Ming’an, you are now a Luowasha Watcher. With your permission, I can quickly finish reading the ’Book of General Collection,’ and obtain the World Origin." The World Master’s lips curled slightly. "If you don’t want Qi Zhou to die here, give it to me."

He softened his tone, using a nearly coaxing cadence: "We’re allies, aren’t we? Now that you’ve mastered the small world, what harm is there in giving me ’Eden?’ Besides, I know your secret; I can be the Second-generation Noel."

The World Master wasn’t wrong, whether he seized the rights to Eden or not had little to do with Su Ming’an.

But Yijulai’er had already given half a seed to Su Ming’an. What she wanted to prevent, Su Ming’an also wanted to prevent.

Su Ming’an unhesitatingly continued dousing the fires, ignoring the World Master’s demand.

"It seems you’re unimportant to him," the World Master looked at Qi Zhou, lowering his voice: "If you don’t want to die, beg Su Ming’an for mercy."

The World Master’s hand sank, tearing Qi Zhou’s chest flesh, blood oozing out.

"Save me... Su Ming’an, save me!" Qi Zhou called out loudly.

Su Ming’an turned his head.

Held hostage, Qi Zhou stared at him, repeatedly calling for help.

Those golden eyes similar to others, yet expressing a distinct vitality.

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"Why didn’t you choose me in the original six choices?"

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Su Ming’an indeed could toss the "Book of General Collection" to the World Master, with just a small risk, he could retrieve it later, thus saving Qi Zhou’s life.

"Help me... Su Ming’an! I don’t want to die...!" Qi Zhou’s voice grew sharper.

But at that moment, Su Ming’an met Qi Zhou’s gaze.

— Calm, determined, rational.

No hint of pleading, no beggary, no longing for life. Despite Qi Zhou’s desperate vocal calls for help, his gaze was as calm as a still lake.

As if reminding Su Ming’an to uphold their deal.

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["As a trade, after I die, you must protect all the children here, don’t let them be consumed by the World Master. I know you’re strong and responsible, only you can do this."]

["When everything settles, if you care to visit my grave, offering a bouquet of flowers, I would be very happy."]

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This wasn’t a cry for help.

This was instructing Su Ming’an to act, to directly slay the World Master.

From the moment he raised the lamp and chose to enter the World Tree, Qi Zhou had not intended to live. Even in death, he wanted to trap the World Master here, to punish the exalted Creator through the role of a lowly character.

"Save me... save me..." the cries beside sounded still piercing, even the World Master slightly relaxed, as if everything was within his grasp.

Only Su Ming’an saw the tranquility in those golden eyes.

Qi Zhou wasn’t a formidable person, neither shrewd nor cunning, he had always been firmly controlled, his fate toyed with in the hands of the high-ranked.

But he had once said to Su Ming’an:

"I’d rather always be the weak, always be under the control of the World Master, live suffocated. Rather than becoming a wholly inhumane person!"

He was someone who never truly lived, hence no longer feared death.

"..." Su Ming’an’s pupils shifted, as if responding to Qi Zhou’s solemn gaze.

The next moment, he decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bang" went the sound.

The Hunt of Glory spewed fire, the orange-red flames piercing through the World Master’s head.

Half of the World Master’s head was shattered. At the same time, his palm cut into Qi Zhou’s chest, crushing a pounding, hot heart.

"Poof!"

A warm current flowed into the World Master’s body, devouring "The Original" and instantly restoring the World Master’s head, his complexion ruddy, his momentum surging.

Give humans a pair of piglets, and they can raise a pig farm.

Give humans a pen, and what can they raise?

For many people, characters are independent lives, extensions of ideals, untouchable dreams. For some, characters are just tools for making money and nourishment, no different from farmed piglets.

The World Master was never a good person.

He never defended himself either. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The purple-haired youth’s body rolled down, lying amidst the burning flames.

His pupils still maintained a calm gaze, yet still looked toward Su Ming’an, as if still reminding — don’t let his "brothers and sisters" become farmed piglets.

The blood-stained cat hat fell off, dragging by Su Ming’an’s feet.

Su Ming’an’s heart trembled fiercely, even though he had seen too much, he still couldn’t calmly face the sudden passing of a life.

The World Master lifted his eyelids, blood dripping from his fingers, he slowly stood up, his voice deep and hoarse, walking step by step toward Su Ming’an:

"Rather than living like a puppet, it’s better to start everything over."

"We are the tumors of the universe, no one expects us to live. We are promoters of entropy increase, despised waste, discarded without significance."

"Anyway, everything can start anew, so treating people as NPCs who live and die is fine, for they will always behave the same after a reset — didn’t you have such thoughts when using ’Death Rebound’?"

The World Master spoke out.

He clearly articulated this term.

Even Boss Rabbit would use "that thing" to gloss over, everyone was secretive about it. Yet the World Master spoke it bluntly, as if mocking everyone’s caution.

Blood trickled down his shattered Silver Mask, shimmering with a chilling light.

Su Ming’an’s gun barrel condensed flames, aiming at the World Master.

"There’s one more thing, did you know? All the books collected by the World Tree are actually prototypes of numerous instances." The World Master casually picked up a few, flipping them open—

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[Civilization No. 819: Karlanti Underwater Ruins. Failures: 12. Successor: Sax Star Civilization · Lilisa.]

[Civilization No. 2198: Steam City Morias. Failures: 41122. Successor: Diya Duo Civilization · Akari.]

[Civilization No. 4271: Interstellar Empire Hailan Star. Failures: 282182989. Successor: Underground Civilization · Lilize.]

[...]

[Civilization No. 9182: Ruined World. Failures: 499999999999. Successor: Zhai Star Civilization · Su Ming’an.]

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Every book tells the story of a civilization.

Karlanti Underwater Ruins, tells the story of a group of adventurers battling in the ocean, ultimately won by an adventurer named Lilisa.

Secret Keeper in the Dark Night, tells the story of detectives fighting against a murderer in Steam City Morias, eventually solved by a detective named Akari.

Glory and Stars, tells the story of the Insect Race’s son swapping identities with the Empire’s prince in Interstellar Empire Hailan Star, ultimately resolved by someone named Lilize.

Pioneer Immortality, Eternal Dawn, tells the story of a civilization called the Ruined World, where nine pioneers left a mysterious Dawn System, and an adventurer named Su Ming’an defeated enemies from other dimensions...

Every book is an end to a world game, the world’s conclusion continuously imprinted into books.

And Ruined World is historically the second most difficult instance, with numerous failures.

But Su Ming’an broke through it.

After an interval with The World of Old Days, the world game, through ability evaluation, deemed Su Ming’an as a person capable of creating miracles, thus the world game set the last and most difficult world, the ultimate world that even the young Boss Rabbit had examined—

[Civilization No. 1: Luowasha. Failures: 928109393812111. To date, no one has succeeded.]

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The World Tree provides these stories the space to store, to eventually have enough Memory Clips available, to complete the ultimate Book of the Universe.

A story is a brick in the structure.

"So your goal is not actually to seize these books, but to..." Su Ming’an glanced at the blazing flames: "...burn them."

The World Master’s choice is destruction.

"In my eyes, a manipulated story, a perfect but fixed Book of the Universe without freedom, rather than waiting for it to form, it’s better to destroy it." The World Master laughed while covering his face: "I’m tired of the Panggala Return, tired of being observed, tired of the Narrative Anchor Point. I just want to destroy everything, liberate all stories, and let them return to Chaos. From then on, no more distant eyes like the Supreme Lord can spy on us."

He cannot accept a perfect, static Book of the Universe; in his eyes, endless repetition of the same perfection is no different from death.

Either obtain freedom, or mutual destruction.

He fixated on Su Ming’an like a ghost, only asking for one of two answers.

"...You’re really mad." Su Ming’an could only give this evaluation.

"Haven’t I persuaded you?"

"We’ve never been the same kind of people. Freedom isn’t freedom without limits."

"Hmm...yes, indeed. There’s no one in this world like me, not even you, haha, hahaha...!" The purple-haired youth laughed maniacally, as if hearing something shatter.

He had thought that Su Ming’an could understand him.

"Never have, Su Wenjun."

...

Ran Bo sat dazed on the ground.

After the explosion, he was covered in flesh and blood fragments, a pristine white Isa Flower lightly fell into his palm.

"Liu... Liu Yan?" he called softly.

No one responded to him.

The flesh and blood on the ground lay quietly, as if mocking his disdain for science.

Is safety more important, or the truth?

Why Sique once altered his research with a stroke, stopping him from continuing, seems to have found an answer.

Clearly, the experiment had no errors, yet an unexpected explosion took away the people by his side.

A mass of white gelatinous material floated in the air.

God, Supreme, Artificial Lin Clan, World Ruler...whatever the name, this floating mass was the strongest creation made by Ran Bo himself.

It opened its eyes.

Coldly and calmly gazing at this world.