Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1480 - 129: Do You Believe in Past and Present Lives?
Dark Side.
Cloud Mist Island.
When Su Qing broke the last step of the Ice Crystal Stairs, he finally saw the true form of the so-called Deity.
On a throne forged from Jade Starlight, there was a Golden Balance adorned with jade and gemstones. The left side was engraved with wheat ears, clouds, and waves, while the right side was inscribed with a sequence of numbers. It had no human form, nor facial features, as if the slender golden rod was its limbs, and the smooth platters were its shell.
At this moment, a red-haired youth, wielding a sword, floated above the clouds and mist, with the tip of the sword aimed at the Golden Balance.
Scattered golden fragments fell to the ground, lying on the smooth white jade floor.
The red-haired youth bent his fingers, seemingly tapping on the throne, and immediately, the entire Cloud Mist Island trembled, and the cathedral spire, carved with roses, shattered bit by bit.
When Su Qing arrived at this place, he saw such a scene—the Cloud City God pointing his sword at the God of Trade, Youli, who governed justice, law, and money.
"Is it you?" The red-haired youth glanced at Su Qing and said indifferently, "Let me defeat this Card Drawing God first, then you can draw as you will."
...Card Drawing, me?
Su Qing, with Su Ming’an’s face, knew that the Cloud City God mistook him for Su Ming’an, but the words turned in his throat, and he didn’t reveal the truth. Instead, he felt a secret joy.
It was a feeling of climbing towards something.
"Swish!"
The clouds surged, and flames ascended. Su Qing felt his palm weighed down, and looking closely, it was a Summoning Ticket, prominently displaying the word [10-Pull].
This word was enough to make many people excited.
"Is a 10-Pull enough?" The Cloud City God looked directly at Su Qing.
"Without a guaranteed hit, I’m afraid it’s not enough," Su Qing replied frankly. He knew that many people could only draw fixed trajectory props and character fragments, not a complete character.
"Give a bit more," the Cloud City God tapped the Golden Balance.
A genderless voice echoed deeply: "This essentially utilizes the World Tree borrowing the Memory Clip mechanism from Luowasha, summoning characters from beyond the current Memory Clips, deepening the bond between the player and Luowasha. This requires consuming the World’s Source’s power, thus limiting the number of times it can be used, only rewarding those who achieve a Perfect Pass in the Disciple Game. Even if you defeat me, I have no extra Summoning Tickets here..."
After some threats, the God of Trade insisted there were no more unless one were to rob the World’s Source.
Before drawing, Su Qing asked the Cloud City God, "Don’t you need it?"
The Cloud City God’s reply was cold: "No matter how many times you draw, you won’t get a person stronger than me. I’m here to challenge, not to draw."
Su Qing took a deep breath, realizing that after the fusion, this person’s aura was becoming more and more complete.
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["In Another Life" Limited-time Card Pool:]
[This card pool includes [SSR·The Last Supper·Jellyfish Emperor], [SR·Weeping Blood·Tian Ying], [SR·Red Ribbon·Wu Yi], [SR·Last Dance·Hui Bei] and other limited cards.]
["Bright Future" Limited-time Card Pool:]
[This card pool includes [SSR·Dark Tower·?], [SR·Last Evil Dragon·Dan Shuang], [SR·Long-handled Umbrella·Chen Yang], [SR·Pure White Knight·Starfire] and other limited cards.]
...
Su Qing thought for a moment and asked, "If I do manage to draw them, are they True Persons?"
The God of Trade Youli’s answer was cold:
"No."
"The deceased have passed, and death is a difficult process to reverse. The Card Drawing mechanism allows those who are willing to come, summoned by the call. Simply put, it is not you drawing them, but they willing to respond to your summons. This is the reason the card pool has no guaranteed hit, if they do not wish to make a contract with you, even if you draw dozens or hundreds of times, you won’t draw anyone."
"Even if they come over, most are not the true selves, but products of the Creation System."
"However, there are exceptions. For example, previously, the Reincarnation Girl Xiber truly came to this World, if she hears the summons and is willing to come to help you, then she is the true self."
"Also, Sique once left a Black Water Dream in Luowasha, connecting the Awakeners of various other worlds. If these Otherworld people left a cloning in Luowasha, then if you draw them, they can switch consciousness to come, counted as their true self."
"The World’s Source cannot resurrect, it can only mimic, copy, and act as an intermediary."
"We merely provide a platform. By drawing cards through the game, it becomes more acceptable to you."
"Oh." Su Qing squinted his eyes and smiled: "I see."
No wonder he once felt a summoning sensation before he came to Su Ming’an’s side. However, this Lord was really negligent, only treating him as a tool.
"I am curious," said the God of Trade: "All summoned here have their own wishes they want to fulfill, hence serve the Lord. What is your wish?"
Su Qing smiled and said nothing.
The Cloud City God glanced at Su Qing, knowing he was not Su Ming’an’s true self, but it did not matter to the Deity.
"Hoo..." Su Qing wanted to wash his hands and burn incense, but unfortunately didn’t have the means. He fixed his eyes on the second card pool, ripped the Summoning Ticket, and a dazzling brilliance erupted.
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[You have drawn Rose*1]
[You have drawn Boss Rabbit’s Ear*1]
[You have drawn Skin·West Lake*1 (Quality: Epic)]
[You have drawn Goodwill Gift·Sister’s Pendant*1]
[...]
...
A large swath of white and green light flickered, and Su Qing’s face turned pale green and white.
Could it be that no one wants to come?
He stared at the glaring brilliance and suddenly noticed a flash of dazzling golden light—
...
"Ding Dong!"
[You have drawn SSR Card·Dark Tower·?]
...
The golden light shot out.
Su Qing’s heart leapt to his throat.
He remembered, this was a Ming Hui-themed card pool, and the strongest person in Ming Hui is...
He held his breath, anticipating seeing that frosty ruler.
The Cloud City God, who just said it was impossible to draw someone stronger than him, now must be eating his words.
The golden light faded, he felt his hands become heavy.
...No, something felt wrong.
Looking down, a sparrow-like bird as if made of frost and snow, with a round shape, stood in his hand. Those ethereal silver eyes quietly gazed at him.
...
Light Side.
The poison gas still hadn’t dissipated.
Su Ming’an stared at his hands filled with flowers, slowly lowering them.
The dim room was filled only with the shallow sounds of two people’s breathing.
The ticking of the wristwatch resonated steadily. The good man patted Su Ming’an’s shoulder, his coarse palms firm and strong, as if comforting Su Ming’an. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
"...I once had a friend." The deep voice of the good man came, perhaps influenced by the death of Jia Xiqin, sounding heavy: "He knew poetry and literature well, had a magnificent mind, a romantic thinking. I always thought he would become an exceptional Great Creator in the future."
"We were both selected for the Disciple Game, but I thought, this bloody game was not suitable for him. To me, he was like a white Isa flower, not meant to be tainted by anything filthy."
"We saved people together, we protected others together. He had many whimsical ideas, while my mind was filled with gunplay and swordsmanship. So, I thought, he could focus on romance and beauty, and in the future, he would become a renowned Creator. And I would become the sword that guards him, standing in front of him forever, until he grew up."
Between Su Ming’an’s palms, the white baby’s breath gradually withered, leaving only pitted wounds.
"One day, he died."
The deep story suddenly turned, catching people off guard.
Su Ming’an looked at the person beside him.
"We saved many, many people, but someone was ungrateful, betrayed us, exposing our position to the enemy."
"I couldn’t protect him, he died before my eyes. At that moment, I wondered, what exactly did I save?"
"If I had just protected him, without saving so many people, he wouldn’t have died."
"Many of those I saved instead criticized my injustice, accusing me of failing to treat everyone equally, worried about not having enough rather than about imbalance."
"A group of filth, saving them only made the situation worse. When I decided to save people, wasn’t I also abandoning some lives? As it turns out, some people dying can make more people survive."
"Saving people, it turns out, is also a kind of evil."
"Later, I began to fear saving people, but even so, I still couldn’t control my hands. I couldn’t bear to watch a life slip away before me. I couldn’t stand by and watch the blood spurting from their throats. I couldn’t endure the killers’ wanton laughter. So, I still extended a helping hand, even if it was thankless."
"Seeing you today, this feeling is even stronger. I almost acted impulsively, rushing over without even seeing your face clearly, and shot at Tian Ying."
"You made my heart..." At this point, the good man’s vague silhouette moved, his finger pointing to his chest:
"Race wildly."
"So hot. In the moment I rushed over, I felt as if my whole body was ignited. There was even a sense of fate—as if I was meant to come and save you."
"You make me feel... so warm."
Su Ming’an watched the silhouette of the person.
He was sure that his bond with this person was not strong, and they hadn’t had deep interactions before, but sitting together and talking like this gave him a sense of a kindred spirit.
It was a feeling of "the same kind."
One side holding up rational measurement, the other enduring the drive of emotion. This is a contradiction unique to the Savior’s mindset.
The good man twisted his hands, then laughed instead, laughing freely.
In the laughter, Su Ming’an heard a certain tender tone, like swaying sprouts.
"Actually, the things I said, I haven’t experienced them firsthand. They only appeared in my dreams, but I feel that they were not dreams, they must have happened." The good man tilted his head, black hair quivering:
"Do you believe in past and present lives?"
The good man seemed to be joking, but his tone was very serious.
"I believe." Su Ming’an said. Because of the existence of the universe’s Panggala Return, every return is not just a kind of past and present life. Maybe, this good man is a hidden "Awakener," so he remembers some things not happening in this cycle.
"Do you believe that us reaching today was actually paid with countless deaths?" The good man said.
"I believe." No one believes this more than Su Ming’an.
The good man clasped his hands, smiling slightly, "Hmm. Just like I just asked you if we’ve met before, and you answered—"
"Maybe, in another life."
"Click, click, click."
Somewhere, the crisp sound of high heels began to sound. Amid the green poison gas, the drifting red hair appeared and disappeared, like a bunch of flowing fire.
"Xiao Shanzhu, where have you hidden~~~" Melodious singing drifted among the dead silence.
The good man’s expression immediately changed, picking up the gun, staring outside the glass door.
"How did that madwoman catch up... Damn it, she’s definitely going to shatter the glass door and break in directly..." The good man gritted his teeth.
Su Ming’an raised his hand, pressing down the gun in the good man’s hand.
In the good man’s puzzled gaze, Su Ming’an raised his right hand, speaking softly:
"Give me a camellia."
A white silk ribbon twisted and turned, and a red camellia, with petals embraced, blossomed in Su Ming’an’s palm. It was the effect of "Infinite Bouquet."
Su Ming’an pinched the camellia, walking outside.
"You..." The good man suddenly realized Su Ming’an was planning to lure away Tian Ying, ensuring Tian Ying only focused on Su Ming’an.
"You might not know." Su Ming’an curled his lips: "Due to rich experience, I am particularly skilled at dealing with this kind of crazy person. Don’t worry, the remaining poison has subsided, I can move."
The good man was dumbfounded.
...How could he be rich in experience in this? What kind of unlucky experience is this?
"No way! You can’t handle her." The good man got up, his hand resting on Su Ming’an’s shoulder.
"This level, in my eyes, is just child’s play, I’ve seen even crazier ones." Su Ming’an hinted, smiling: "Trust me, I also have things I must do, I am not a fragile glass bottle."
Perhaps touched by something personal, the good man released his hand.
As the leg injury gradually eased, Su Ming’an walked outside.
"Wait." A low voice sounded behind him.
Su Ming’an paused, looking back.
Under the green fluorescent light in the corridor, the not-so-broad figure walked to the faint light source, revealing a face.
A plump forehead, slender black brows, very spirited eyes, broad and thin lips.
At a glance, there was a kind of indistinguishable gender beauty and inclusiveness.
"Since we’re parting, at least let you see what I look like." The good man’s right hand touched his chest, bowing slightly:
"I am Qianqin. Enjoyed chatting with you. If we meet again, I’ll surely gift a hand-knitted sword tassel. In my hometown, it means safety."
—It was her?
Su Ming’an did not expect this answer.
Her image had changed quite a bit from what Su Ming’an remembered, her hair was cut much shorter, her voice had become hoarse. But her core remained the same, with the compassion of a knight.
Her hands were coarse because of years of practicing swords.
Her great strength was because she was a knight.
Hence, she found the term "sir" amusing.
She was not a powerful man, but a steadfast woman.
When Su Ming’an leaned on her before, he could feel the tough muscles. She was never lax with training, naturally not weak or fragile.
"Lady." Su Ming’an immediately corrected: "Farewell."
