Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1487 - 136: Crossing the Sea Arc - "There Is No Eden Here.
[It’s said that in a place without pain and sorrow, there is an Eden.]
[Here, Kasadia weaves flower crowns, and Kritchens chants psalms.]
[Here, Tiffany plants countless flowers, and Prance lifts the warm sun.]
[Here, Kenini lays down the blade edge, and Laf and Lola strum the stringed instrument of love and luck.] 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
[Here, there is no Evelyn nor Alykxia, no Perlo nor Leto Sully.]
[Here, wisdom and knowledge flow in Darya’s hands, and milk and honey fill the ground.]
[This is not Eden.]
[Everyone here wants to go to Eden.]
...
[I have despised my soul seven times.]
[The first time, I met my sister.]
[She said, life is a paradox of self-empowerment.]
[In this world of creation, when humans elevate the instinct of genetic replication to an art form, turning survival competition into knowledge exploration, life takes a leap.]
[When the Supreme Lord provides no script, life’s improvisation begins.]
[Just like tubeworms at deep-sea hydrothermal vents building ecosystems in absolute darkness, humans, in the silence of the universe, ignite their own starfire with philosophical thinking and civilizational creation.]
[She said, when I could have advanced, I pretended to be humble.]
...
Su Ming’an opened his eyes.
In the darkness, he saw his Identity Card.
A silver shining card, with the High Tower on the back, white hair falling like satin, eyes bright as gemstones. A blood-like fluorescence draped across his body, a golden dagger hung at his waist.
...What identity did he draw?
...
[Name: Bai Qiu]
[Identity: The most popular contender for the Creator Conference champion, Lecturer at Kepolia University.]
[Personality: Gentle, Profound, Ruthless, Dark]
[Interpersonal Relationships: None]
[Play Difficulty: SSS]
[Play Rules: 1. Care for your sister. 2. By any means necessary to achieve your goals]
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[*Bai Qiu Main Quest - "The Forward Flowing Story"]
[Quest Requirements: Win the Creator Conference championship and write a perfect story.]
[Quest Reward: Obtain the "Transformation Hand", allowing a switch from the Demon Camp to the Human Camp.]
[Quest Failure: Death.]
...
...Who is Bai Qiu?
Su Ming’an had never heard of this person. Given that he was the most popular choice for the championship, it indicated he was a highly talented creator. But since he left no name in history, he must have fallen along the way.
The first Creator Conference was full of heroes, even an eighteen-year-old Sique was not the most popular for the championship, showing how sparkling that era was. Unfortunately, with the World Tree’s increasingly strict review, creators became more and more afraid to write, and the once-blossoming style gradually became monotonous, leaving only Sique in solitary brilliance.
"Swish!"
With a flash of white light, when Su Ming’an opened his eyes again, he saw the azure sky, the bustling streets, the rows of ochre Middle Ages buildings, interspersed with spires and domes of fortresses.
It happened to be sunset, and the warm golden light spread throughout the room.
He looked at himself in the mirror, reflected back was a pale, slightly cold face, full forehead, golden glasses, deep and dark amber pupils, with a hint of red at the bottom, and a ruby as red as blood dangling from the frames, with a sharp and cold jawline.
A maroon robe covered most of the skin, wearing black leather gloves on his hands, a golden dagger hung at his waist.
This was a person with very distinct features, evoking images of deep seas, gemstones, black holes, and silt.
Since he was a university lecturer, there shouldn’t be any danger, right?
Su Ming’an planned to look away, but then he saw a hamster in the mirror.
A snow-white hamster stared at him calmly.
...
[This was a hamster I used to have, named Red Snow.]
[Later, it disappeared for some reason, and when I asked the maids, they trembled and said, Red Snow was dead, buried in the soil of the backyard, and it was I who buried it with my own hands.]
[I felt puzzled, how could Red Snow have died? So I dug up the soil and found Red Snow. Red Snow’s skin was gone, its paws had fallen off, yet its pitch-black eyes still looked at me.]
[Great, Red Snow is not dead after all.]
[I carried it back to the room, showing it to each maid, who stared at me in horror, one older maid took my hand, and told me: "Mr. Qiu, corpses are unclean, dirty."]
[I felt pain, why in their eyes was Red Snow a corpse? So I went to the wine cellar, opened the basement, and saw countless "Red Snows", they were all still alive, all here. Some wore glasses, some had long hair, some wore long dresses, some still held swords...I placed the Red Snow in my arms among them, so it wouldn’t be lonely.]
[But sometimes, I would dream of "Red Snow", it appeared before my eyes, under my bed, in my cabinet, in my mirror.]
[So, what is the Red Snow in my mirror now?]
[A. A live hamster]
[B. A hamster corpse]
[C. The corpse of another small animal]
[D. A human corpse]
...
...Pervert!
Su Ming’an’s heart churned, he forced himself to stay calm, and chose D.
Soon, the hamster in the mirror transformed into a man covered in blood, staring at Su Ming’an intensely, blood flowing across the entire mirror. Su Ming’an seemed to feel a slippery, sticky sensation on his palm. Gradually, the scene before him quieted down.
The desolate mirror stood before him, reflecting his full forehead, dim pupils, and pale, hardened face.
"Tsk tsk." Little Liujin sighed, "Doing bad things brings encounter with ghosts, this Bai Qiu must have killed too many people and gone mad."
A university teacher, and yet has killed?
Such a unique person, really left no trace in history?... As Su Ming’an was deep in thought, the door was knocked.
...There must be no performance flaws, always remember that you are a seemingly gentle but actually sinister guy.
"Come in." Su Ming’an deliberately raised his voice to show he was very dark, very deep.
The door opened, a black-haired girl pushed herself in a wheelchair, entering the room. She had large round pupils, a high nose bridge, thin lips, a slightly rounded but harmonious face, wearing plain white long sleeves and pants.
"Brother... cough, cough cough!" The girl hadn’t spoken yet and suddenly her lips turned blue-purple, like she couldn’t catch her breath.
Su Ming’an thought of his "caring brother" persona and immediately stepped forward, but instead of acting gentle, he lowered his voice according to Bai Qiu’s character, gently saying: "Don’t rush."
From the girl’s expression, he quickly realized it might be a lung disease, glanced at her pants pocket where her fingers pointed, and felt a packet of capsules.
With water swallowed, the girl’s expression finally eased somewhat.
At this moment, always staring at the girl, Su Ming’an finally noticed something odd... this girl looked very much like Zhao Mingming, Uncle Zhao’s daughter.
About his life trajectory from age ten to nineteen, rarely appeared before the public eye, which was related to the United Group’s sensibility, protecting his privacy during that time. However, he was very clear in his heart, what days he spent those nine years.
After Miss Lin Wang’an was sent to the mental hospital, relatives avoided him, fearing to be involved with this impoverished family, also afraid that this destitute child would ask for money. Lost both of his parents as guardians, he should have been sent to his maternal grandparents’ house, but they had already gone abroad, with no trace. In the end, he lived alone intermittently, met an Uncle surnamed Zhao.
After some twists, Uncle Zhao, with the consent of the residents’ committee, became his guardian.
Uncle Zhao had an early deceased daughter named Zhao Mingming, the cause of death was an accident. But Su Ming’an saw her ghostly state on Mingxi campus.
Now she’s appeared again as his sister...
"The Original theory huh..." Su Ming’an began to suspect whether Bai Qiu was this era’s Su-type Primordial; although mad and brutal in character, perhaps he had some similarities with him. This girl is Zhao Mingming’s Original. If Zhao Mingming were alive, she truly counts as his sister.
"Brother..." Sister Bai Chun’s complexion improved a bit, patting his palm, softly said: "I don’t want to treat this illness."
"That won’t do." Su Ming’an spoke from experience. Though he has never been a brother, in his teenage years, he nonetheless imagined if Zhao Mingming were alive, he might be a good brother: "You should treat it, don’t worry."
Many only children have fantasized about having siblings, whether brother, sister, or otherwise.
Bai Chun bit her lip gently, shook her head lightly, with faint tears in her eyes: "But if treating this disease means many people will die, I’d rather not treat it!"
So many people dying, what does this mean? Su Ming’an felt hesitant... isn’t this just a common lung disease? He grabbed Bai Chun’s wrist to perceive, Ninth World’s biochemical knowledge told him, this was no hard-to-cure terminal illness.
Then why did Bai Chun say such things?
While Su Ming’an was puzzled, a rich scent of milk wafted in, as though someone was carrying milk and approaching.
Right, if Bai Chun and Bai Qiu correspond to Zhao Mingming and Su Ming’an, then wouldn’t their parent be Uncle Zhao...?
Su Ming’an lifted his head slightly excitedly, to behold——
Behold a pair of gloomy, flushed eyes.
Thick eyelashes, slender brows, pale face, thin lips, sharp chin, dense black hair cascading down like a waterfall, embedded with bloodshot eyes, seemingly forever in fatigue, dark pupils.
The woman wore a pale, creased long dress, as if soaked in water, her gloomy gaze fell upon Su Ming’an, scarlet lips issued an elegant laugh:
"I made you milk, Xiao Chun, Xiao Qiu."
Su Ming’an was as if struck by lightning, beside him Bai Chun calmly took the milk and drank it all, licking her lips contentedly: "The happiest thing every day is drinking mom’s milk. Really smells good."
She blinked and looked at Su Ming’an: "Brother, you drink too."
Pure white milk lay in the cup, as if an silently mocking big mouth.
The young man with disheveled white hair was silent for two seconds, slowly raised his hand, took off the golden glasses, raised the milk cup, drank it all. Then he stabilized his fingers and put on the golden glasses, dark yellow pupils as ever dim.
Elegantly wiped away the white from his lips with a handkerchief, the young man revealed a cold smile: "It’s very good."
He tucked his fingers under the handkerchief, no one saw his trembling fingers.
Bai Chun didn’t think anything was amiss, her brother had always been this gloomy. She still wanted to tease her brother a bit, but her expression suddenly changed, clutching her chest, complexion bluish-purple, constantly coughing.
"Quickly, put Xiao Chun on the bed!" The woman immediately became anxious, set down the milk cup and rushed over, hurriedly getting Xiao Chun onto the bed, frantically searching for sprays in the cabinet.
While helping out, Su Ming’an gazed gloomily at the woman.
At this moment, he felt as if he had also become tainted with Bai Qiu’s darkness.
...So you can get anxious like this, can you know how to love someone? You know children feel pain, know children aren’t indestructible?
He stared at the woman, decisively recognizing — this was Lin Wang’an, the genuine Lin Wang’an.
Early in a memory from Sique, when he referred to Xi Li’s mother as "Miss Lin Wang’an", there was a sign. Lin Wang’an must have a special identity, her entry into the instance, unlike normal players.
——She entered Luowasha a long time ago!
Luowasha had been reset too many times, coupled with the cycle conversion of light and dark sides, time had long become like a ball of yarn, generating a difference from the normal flow of time. Just like how Su Wensheng can spend quite a long era in Luowasha, Lin Wang’an too, her life likely has been extraordinarily exciting.
Previously she was Xi Li’s mother, now comes to be Bai Chun and Bai Qiu’s mother? No...even hard to discern which came first, which later. Miss Lin Wang’an likely has experienced a lot of exciting lives, even many times being a mother, many times being a young lady...
Su Ming’an replayed the zeroth Disciple Game level six, coming to this era to play Bai Qiu, to secure victory in level six. But Lin Wang’an isn’t a competitor, she’s a person of this era, Bai Qiu’s actual mother.
Frankly speaking, Su Ming’an doesn’t dislike her being like this, even thinks it’s good; she no longer bound by the past, no longer bound by the identity of "mother," she need not become anyone’s mother, anyone’s wife, but returns to herself. This is her gradually walking out of the mental haze embodiment.
But, but why, why make her his identity’s mother again!?
Why draw him and her back into this bizarre cycle? This painful family bloodline connection?
Why let him watch her show so much affection for others, so much like a normal mother treating a child? Why let him see this huge contrast? Is he to offer selfless blessings for her change as a former victim?
Su Ming’an, without yet complete divinity, couldn’t do that.
"Xiao Chun, still okay? Ah, it’s not hurting, it doesn’t hurt... pain’s flown away, flown away..." The woman tenderly wiped her daughter’s forehead and spoke childishly soothing words.
"Bai Qiu" watched this all, nobody saw the storm in his heart.
