Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1485 - 134: Crossing the Sea Arc – “He Merges with the River, Flowing into the Ocean’s Depths”
Su Ming’an touched the photo.
It was as if he could hear the sound of something shattering; the yellow forest split into forward and backward.
He didn’t feel fear, so he didn’t feel hesitation.
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"Ding Dong!"
[This announcement is a global announcement.]
[A player triggered a special mechanism, recreating the sixth level of the first Disciple Game.]
["Farewell, the Story That Flows Forward" world event is now open.]
[Within Luowasha, any player with combat power exceeding 5000 points or with special opportunities can participate in this event, collectively entering the memory of the first Disciple Game. (Note: Players will be in a state of light and darkness unified during this event.)]
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The World Game has always been magical, its compatibility is extremely strong, setting the placement of clues, triggering special instances, setting the plot’s rhythm points.
A photograph of Su Liujin directly triggered a world event in the World Game.
White light enveloped Su Ming’an, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw an ancient grand hall and a square conference table. Candles flickered, the plates were white as ivory, tables and chairs glowed with gold, and red silk like blood.
A total of sixteen people sat around the long table. Everyone’s appearance was covered by a dark curtain, surrounded by dense fog.
This reminded him of the oil painting he saw at the start — Luowasha’s version of The Last Supper.
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"Ding Dong!"
[Welcome to the sixteen contestants of table 372 to the final level of the first Disciple Game — "The Last Supper."]
[Please listen to the rules.]
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People could not speak or stand, they could only listen.
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[Among you sixteen, there is a traitor.]
[This traitor has beguiled three others, and together they have fallen into demonry. Thus, there are four demons among you.]
[Please uncover the cover of the dish in front of you.]
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In the next moment, everyone regained their ability to move. They looked at each other warily, and one by one, uncovered the dish covers.
Beneath the white dish covers were exquisite dishes. There was pasta covered with tomato sauce, and cocoa mousse spread with cream. In front of Su Ming’an was a plate of sliced, sugar-frosted tomatoes.
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[The game contains three phases each round:]
["Midnight Bell," "Dining Time," "Judgment Day." This cycle constitutes a round.]
[The plate in front of each player is your own magical ability. Magical abilities may be the same or different.]
[Please taste it.]
[You can also choose to exchange plates with each other, eating someone else’s food.]
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The sound quieted down, it seemed it was waiting for everyone to finish eating.
The only sound at the long table was the slight clinking of knives and forks. No one spoke, and no one dared to exchange plates. It was quiet as if they were about to face execution.
"...One of you has betrayed me." Su Ming’an took a few bites of tomato and suddenly spoke.
Immediately, everyone paused, and fifteen pairs of eyes focused on him. Some were in shock, some in panic, and some in thought, seemingly believing he was part of the game rules.
Under the shroud of black mist, Su Ming’an clasped his hands together under his chin and spoke slowly: "Step forward. If only you admit your guilt, I won’t blame you."
The gathered gazes grew heavier, and the fifteen seemed to be contemplating what exactly this hinted at in the rules, and whether they should act.
After several dozen seconds, the system’s voice interrupted, "Participant, please do not add drama for yourself, please continue dining."
The tense atmosphere immediately relaxed, turning into a sort of speechlessness.
Su Ming’an picked up his knife and fork again and continued to savor the sugar-frosted tomatoes, as if he hadn’t seen the others’ speechlessness.
...It seems the dozen or so people here are all risk-averse, unwilling to speak rashly or inclined to take risks.
The tomatoes tasted unlike tomatoes, they were bitter, with a hint of fragrance mixed in.
After everyone finished eating, the system voice continued:
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[Hope you enjoyed this supper.]
[Sweet-tasting food is the embodiment of Augustine’s Hand of Chaos, ruling Insight. During the "Midnight Bell" phase, you can view the actions of any player.]
[Salty-tasting food is the embodiment of Kritchens’ Dawn Rider, ruling Protection. During the "Midnight Bell" phase, you can choose to project "Guardian Eyes" on any player, protecting that player’s life. You have unlimited Guardian Eyes, but after two consecutive misses, that player dies.]
[Spicy-tasting food is the embodiment of Isabelle’s Death Singer, ruling Assassination. During the "Midnight Bell" phase, you can choose to assassinate any player. You have only one chance.]
[Bitter-tasting food is a demon’s sustenance. If you also tasted a fragrance, it indicates you are a special demon — the original traitor. You rule "Stealing Power," allowing you to steal the ability of any player. You have only one chance.]
[Bland and tasteless food contains no special ability.]
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[All players will exercise their rights during "Midnight Bell," discuss during "Dining Time," and then enter "Judgment Day." Please note, in this game, there is no banishment. To remove a demon, action is required during "Judgment Day."]
[During "Judgment Day," you will enter a segment of history, role-playing a character within it.]
[You need to play your character well throughout "Judgment Day," complete character tasks, and obtain useful props.]
[Dying during "Judgment Day" is equivalent to real death.]
[After "Judgment Day" concludes, you will be summoned back here to engage in "Midnight Bell" and "Dining Time," then continue into "Judgment Day," and so forth, continuing the previously assigned role.]
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[The props available during "Judgment Day" include but are not limited to:]
[1. Unlocking time restrictions. For example, "Guardian Eyes" can function not only during the "Midnight Bell" phase but at any moment.]
[2. Identity transformation. "Demons" may be converted to humans, and humans may fall into becoming "demons."]
[3. Unlocking special identity conditions, such as the "Son of God" sitting in the seventeenth chair, who, upon death, acquires an observer’s perspective and can call down "Divine Punishment" during the final judgment.]
[Demon victory condition: Acquire all "Holy Meals." (i.e., all those who ate food must die)]
[Non-demon victory condition: Decode the clearance password "Judas’ Seventh Letter" (i.e., survive through all the scenes of "Judgment Day")]
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[Please note]
[——The historical node of "Judgment Day" is:]
[Second Epoch, Creator Conference.]
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The long table was silent for a good while.
"May I ask a question?" a voice that could not be discerned as male or female came from number 11, the voice was very cold.
"You may," the system answered.
"Is it only through Judgment Day that one can change their identity?"
"Only through props obtained in Judgment Day," the system answered.
Number 11 sat in silence, revealing no bodily characteristics.
"I have a question." A voice with a smile came from number 2, "Can the demon attack its teammates?"
"A majority agreement among the demons is all that is needed." The system answered.
"At this table, there are only 16 people. I just heard we are table 372." Number 2 smiled, "Can I understand it as: The participants in this round total over ten thousand, divided into hundreds of tables, and everyone will participate in the ’Judgment Day’ role-playing together, but the rules we just heard for catching demons only apply to our own table?"
"Yes." The system answered.
"Well, that means, to be the final champion, not only must one win at their own table, but also eliminate contestants from other tables during the ’Judgment Day’ phase..." Number 2 muttered to himself.
The hall gradually quieted down.
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[Now entering the "Midnight Bell" phase.]
[Demons, please confirm each other’s identity. Your speech and actions will not be noticed by the good people.]
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The next moment, four streams of black mist receded.
Su Ming’an immediately looked over, eager to confirm his teammates, hoping they were not too ineffective.
After seeing the lineup, he remained silent for a long time.
Number 2 Noel, resting his chin, smiled at him.
Number 5, a young man with red hair, leaning lazily against his seat.
— Noel Agnini.
— Alger.
Having these two as teammates is something for a lifetime. The two rebellious stars, Zhai Xing, gathered here, adding glory to this place.
Su Ming’an frowned, looking at the last teammate.
Unexpectedly, there was a master too.
A boy with white hair, his bangs cut diagonally, supported his chin with his hands, his cold golden eyes silently watching the few people.
— Number 5, Su Liujin.
"It’s me about to win the championship..." In Su Ming’an’s mind, the Little Liujin spoke, "At that time, I could faintly see the demeanor of a great emperor."
...This is Su Liujin without memory loss, about to win the championship in the first Disciple Game, having made it this far with just the body of a jellyfish is no simple character. Su Ming’an looked at Su Liujin warily and then withdrew his gaze.
"Great, we are teammates." Noel clasped his hands together, smiling at Su Ming’an, "Given the bloody nature of the Disciple Game, I guess the defeated camp will die. If we are in the same camp, we won’t have to worry about each other’s life and death issues."
...What kind of opening line is this?
Su Ming’an’s face had already cooled down, but what he encountered was a warm spring breeze, as if it was their previous mode of getting along.
Could it be the light side of Noel? To Lord Strawberry, who established the Freelancer Alliance, there’s certainly no gap between them.
But the rules clearly state that participants will appear in full status, combining the light and dark sides. Did Noel’s light side gain the upper hand during the fusion?
No, it could also be that Noel is pretending...
Su Ming’an remained silent.
Noel seemed somewhat puzzled by Su Ming’an’s aloofness. But soon, number 8 Alger spoke: "It seems we must join forces, what an interesting situation."
Alger seemed to have already adjusted his state, with no guilt or fear in his gaze.
"I haven’t asked why you helped the Inorganic God, or why you later assisted Aylan in integrating me." Su Ming’an said lightly.
"Do I even need to ask?" Alger shrugged, "Don’t worry, I don’t have any unspeakable hardships. People move upward, and this world has no particular preference for me, leaving it is not impossible. I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused you, but I won’t turn back."
Next, Noel inquired about the identity of the special demon, but no one spoke up.
Su Ming’an did not trust any of these three, so he certainly wouldn’t rashly declare himself as the special demon. The demon team was already on the edge of failure right after starting. He even thought, if the whole camp’s victory wasn’t necessary, he might as well sabotage and eliminate his two demon teammates first.
Soon, the "Dining Time" arrived.
The twelve streams of black mist receded simultaneously, and Su Ming’an saw everyone’s faces.
Number 3 Yamada Machiichi, Number 10 Eni, Number 11 Tian Yu. Apart from these, the faces were all unfamiliar.
...Wait a minute.
Why is there a bird sitting in the place for number 12!?
A white sparrow attracted everyone’s attention, its silver eyes calm and indifferent, as if it did not regard this game as important.
The system voice sounded:
[There will be no discussion in the first round, proceeding directly to "Judgment Day."]
The next moment, everyone fell into darkness once again.
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[Player Yamada Machiichi, your "Judgment Day" identity is—]
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Yamada Machiichi nervously floated in the darkness, rubbing his hands.
He was full of expectation, waiting for his identity to be assigned.
"Role-playing... I wonder what I’ll draw..." Yamada Machiichi clasped his hands together, praying hard: "Please don’t let it be a villager, a greensman, or a roadside turtle..."
Previously, the market turtle he drew every day just ate greens all day, which was utterly exasperating.
"I want a noble! A royal! A think tank or great general is also fine, I won’t mind..." Yamada Machiichi waited anxiously. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
The next moment.
A glaze card, like a tarot card, fell into his palm.
It depicted a girl wearing a hazel beret, with purple hair flowing, dressed in a steampunk style short skirt adorned with gears and dark lace, stepping on a pair of black high-top boots. Glaze adorned her hands, and her palms cupped a steamship about to take flight.
...Who is this? This was Yamada Machiichi’s first thought.
...Wait, a girl!? This was Yamada Machiichi’s second thought.
...I have to play a girl!!! This was Yamada Machiichi’s third thought.
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[Name: Si Hua]
[Identity: Royal City Engineer, excellent product of the Genius Plan, sister of Sique]
[Personality: Gentle and agreeable, occasionally lively]
[Relationships: Sique, Qiao, Princess Aisudani]
[Play difficulty: B]
[Play rules: 1. Master relatively advanced mechanical technology. 2. Respect the royal family and teachers. 3. Love the brother, and respect the adoptive father.]
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[*Si Hua’s main quest: "The Fledgling Soars into the Silent Cosmos"]
[Quest requirement: Assist Sique in establishing the "nest."]
[Quest reward: Acquire the ability "Third Knife," allowing you to kill someone you see on "Judgment Day." This knife implies an instant death judgment.]
[Quest failure: Death.]
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The blue sky, standing ocher medieval buildings.
A girl in a steam-style short skirt, carrying a basket of bread on the street.
The first moment Yamada Machiichi checked himself, finding he only looked like a girl outwardly, with no other changes, he sighed in relief. Otherwise, even if it were fake, he would still feel embarrassed.
He looked into the distance.
Saw the golden sunset, the ancient bell tower, and the white doves taking flight.
