Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1489 - 138: Crossing the Sea Arc - "Teacher.

Chapter 1489: Chapter 138: Crossing the Sea Arc - "Teacher.

Su Ming’an watched.

Lin Wang’an gently patted Bai Chun’s back, her ten fingers slender with clearly defined joints. In his memory, those hands always suddenly rose to slap his wrist after grading assignments, saying his handwriting wasn’t neat enough, saying he shouldn’t write "I’m afraid of mom" in essays, saying he’d never meet her standards.

But now she was using those blood-stained hands to wipe Bai Chun’s sweat.

"Xiao Qiu, it’s time to go to the study and prepare," Lin Wang’an suddenly turned her head, her pupils bloodshot: "Don’t forget the Creator Conference in two days, you’re the hot favorite to win. If you really win the championship, mom will wake up laughing from her dreams."

Her tone was as if the day after tomorrow was the college entrance exam, and Bai Qiu had to be the top scorer.

Su Ming’an gave no response and left the room. By observing outside the window, he judged this residence to be located in the outer ring of the Royal City North District, where mostly small-scale merchants, declining nobility, and the middle class resided.

Dusk fell, the glow of the sunset painted everything, the wooden floor reflected a warm amber light, and wind chimes tinkled under the eaves.

Apart from ordinary bakeries, general stores, and antique shops, the street’s shops also included many Creator-related stores, offering stationery, creation coaching, story modifications, and recommendations from famous creators. They even sold postcards, merchandise collections, and character portraits of popular creators.

The atmosphere was lively; even in the evening, many bizarre-looking races walked the streets, discussing the latest trending stories, discussing who would be the dark horse of the day after tomorrow.

The first World Creator Conference was a dazzling jewel in Luowasha’s history.

Countless new creators brought their stories, passionately stepping onto the stage, going through rounds of elections from villages, towns, cities, to states. Out of several million people worldwide, only the top one hundred stories earned the opportunity to participate in this conference.

Originally, this conference wasn’t supposed to be held in the Red Tower, but the World Tree issued an oracle favoring this land. The Nalan Court, All Living Beings United, and Wisdom Alliance, among other forces, gathered here. Recently, the Royal City was bustling with people, and if someone casually tossed a brick, they’d hit an important person. There were even sightings of Angels and Royals.

The attention of the several billion people of Luowasha was all directed here. If not for the restrictions on entering the city and the broadcasts across the Five Great Planes, the cobblestones would probably have been worn down.

...

[It’s almost nighttime. What do you plan to—]

[A. Follow Lin Wang’an’s advice, return to the study to perfect your story, and prepare for the Creator Conference the day after tomorrow.]

[B. Go to Barrol Tavern to meet with students.]

[C. Quietly go back and ask about how to treat your sister Bai Chun’s illness.]

[D. At this time, Sique, being from the short-lived Magpie Clan, should have passed away. Why is Sique still alive later? Go to the villa at Royal City Engineer Qiao’s bridge to explore the secret of Sique’s survival.]

[E. It’s come to this, just go to sleep.]

... 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Su Ming’an’s gaze fixed on option B.

Students? Right, Bai Qiu is a professor, he should have students.

He chose B, he couldn’t stay at home, he had to go out and take a look.

Passing by Lin Wang’an’s room, he stopped. Taking advantage of Lin Wang’an comforting her sister, Su Ming’an went straight in, quickly scanning the room’s arrangement.

... Still the same as before.

The full-length mirror was placed to the left of the door, the pillow was a low neck pillow, lipstick kept in the slightly open second drawer on the left for easy access, and the bedside had music magazines that she always liked to read, only now they were published by Luowasha. Just like her old room.

He pursed his lips as he walked in, quickly searching and suddenly found the bottom drawer was locked.

... Must contain something important.

He wasn’t flustered but quickly moved to the wardrobe, found the third coat from left to right, reached into the pocket and felt the cold, hard texture.

As expected, she always liked to put important keys in the pocket of the third coat in the wardrobe, rather than in some corner, to prevent herself from forgetting. Each time she forgot to bring her keys while shopping, she’d shout for him to go fetch them from the coat pocket.

"Ming’an is really smart!" Whenever he unlocked the door smoothly, she’d hug him and praise him. It was one of the few times she wasn’t unwell, just like a normal, gentle mother.

How many years has it been for her... this habit is still unchanged.

Su Ming’an wasn’t sure if he should be glad for knowing her so well or hate himself for it, for so easily finding the keys. Aside from him, probably no one else could do it.

"Nothing worth caring about..." He said while squatting down and unlocking.

In the first place, he didn’t recognize her as mom anymore. Now she became someone else’s mom, giving motherly love to a sick and fragile girl, isn’t that fine? She moved on, she indeed moved on...

With scattered thoughts in his head, a "click" was heard as the cabinet lock opened.

Adjusting the slightly shaky ruby pendant, Su Ming’an carefully looked at what she’d deliberately locked up—a piece of gold thread, an emblem, a photograph.

This was the emblem of the Radiant Mother God, depicting the Sun’s eye burning with flames, All Living Beings holding up a baby.

"She believed in the Radiant Mother God? Well, in Luowasha, most people need faith; it’s a form of social belonging." Su Ming’an put down the emblem, noticing that this gold thread wasn’t simple; the intense aura suggested it might relate to an Angel-level.

Angels, a level incredibly above the norm, unreachable by ordinary people, even the Royal Family had to look up to them. Why would she have an Angel-level gold thread?

"Stolen?" Su Ming’an was sure Lin Wang’an’s strength wasn’t at that level, he could tell she was at best a Knight’s level, not even a Half Emperor. Maybe to protect herself, she might have infiltrated the Radiant Light Church and stolen a gold thread for her protection.

He put back the gold thread and picked up the photo.

He initially thought this was another picture related to the Radiant Mother God, like an image of Her statue, but upon seeing it, he paused.

—A boy with black hair and eyes calmly looking at the camera, wearing a white shirt with a light blue bow tie, sitting on a wooden chair, holding a pure white lily.

This was taken on his eighth birthday, one of the few birthdays she celebrated with him, taking him to the mall to shoot some photos. He didn’t know what method she used to reproduce this photo.

... What on earth was she thinking? Was she also reminiscing?

Don’t be ridiculous.

His fingers clenched the photo, Su Ming’an put it back, keeping his expression calm. He had told himself long ago not to think about these things.

He didn’t have the luxury to worry about these meaningless little matters.

Quickly leaving the room, Su Ming’an traversed the corridor shrouded in twilight and pushed open the door. The garden was planted with lavender, its fragrance rich.

Night gradually descended, the lights growing dim.

He took a deep breath, returning to a calm demeanor, and stepped onto the street.

The Barrol Tavern was located on South Street, very close to the Civilian Cave. This place was home to dockworkers, coachmen, artisans, and creators in dire straits. At night, the nearby area was filled with the sounds of underground boxing, sumo wrestling, dog fighting, storytelling, and flesh trade entertainment.

Su Ming’an’s handsome and profound appearance attracted numerous gazes. Some cigarette-smoking ladies were eager to try, boldly scrutinizing his exquisite attire and luxurious gemstone cufflinks, yet they hesitated at his gloomy expression.

"...This handsome gentleman," then, an arm gently entwined him, a voice mature and slightly upward in tone: "Want to walk with me?"

...

[This was the second time I encountered a young girl.]

[She said that as a product of scarcity, love and desire itself is a more exquisite device for reproducing scarcity.]

[It remains the most primal deity in the human heart, always embodying the dual aspects of creation and destruction.]

[Knowing that all constructs of meaning will eventually collapse, humans still choose to build temples on quicksand.]

[Just as the nightingale did not die for love and desire, but for the pursuit itself.]

...

Su Ming’an intended to shake her off, but then he saw her face.

A pair of soft eyes like peach blossoms, vivid long hair shaded from peach pink to deep purple, dazzling like a peony, yet due to her young age, there was an incongruous clarity.

Shi Ying.

The Shi Ying from a few years back, the Shi Ying who participated in the Zero Disciple Game, appearing no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

She once said that in her childhood, she had to earn money for household expenses on her own. Even her brother would sell her to others, and her mother survived by being a mistress... a pitiful original family.

Considering she should be in the same batch of contestants as Su Liujin, this action was not merely for appearances, so Su Ming’an did not push her away.

His silence was taken as acquiescence by onlookers. Shi Ying, smiling, pulled him into the Barrol Tavern, making the elegantly-dressed gentleman’s entrance into this worn and indecent tavern seem reasonable. Secretive glances gradually dispersed.

She was about fifteen or sixteen, with peach-pink long hair, bright lipstick, and thick eyeliner, exuding an incongruous maturity. She lowered her voice to whisper in his ear: "...Be careful, there are many hidden eyes. Especially at this critical moment with the Creator Conference approaching. I heard from the leader, you’re his teammate, aren’t you?"

Su Ming’an quickly understood Shi Ying’s implication; the leader she referred to must be "Su Liujin," and "teammate" indicated Su Ming’an and Su Liujin were both the demons at the same table.

Thus, "coming to Barrol Tavern to meet with students" indicated coming to meet with Su Liujin’s small team. The character Su Liujin was possessing was Bai Qiu’s student.

But how did Su Liujin know Su Ming’an was possessing Bai Qiu?

Su Ming’an asked subtly, to which Shi Ying smiled and replied: "You have trump cards, and so does the leader. With his excellent performance in the previous five levels, of course he has some recognizable props."

"You’re familiar with Su Liujin?" Su Ming’an asked.

"Mmm-hmm." She silently flicked a silver-glowing Erwa Coin from Su Ming’an’s pocket, twirling it between her fingers, lightly laughing: "Haven’t you heard of our reputation? That’s rare, I thought the ’Blackened Alliance’ organized by Emperor Su Liujin was already well-known by everyone. We are the most famous and authoritative alliance within the Disciple Game."

...Because I did not participate in your previous Zero Disciple Game, I suddenly inserted myself. Su Ming’an remained silent.

Su Liujin actually turned out to be the leader and formed the most authoritative player alliance, his status likely equivalent to the "Number One Player."

Entering the tavern, a wave of clamorous heat washed over. Mostly sat husky, tanned men and women. Su Ming’an’s refined attire attracted numerous gazes, their looks bearing blatant scrutiny. Without Shi Ying by his side, he might have been subjected to relentless questioning.

"...The atmosphere seems tense," Su Ming’an whispered.

"The day after tomorrow is the Creator Conference, so even this tavern in the Civilian Cave has too many eyes..." Shi Ying said with a smile.

"What are they afraid of? Isn’t the Creator Conference a good thing?"

"Hehe..." Shi Ying chuckled: "It’s the launch of an era, a scientific ceremony, a wave of change... Do you really think that the vested interests of the original class will just watch creation rise and the Creator Conference unfold smoothly?"

After the Creator Conference, a true era of creation would begin. Individuals who stand in front of the waves of the era will not have a good outcome.

"But the people of this era still don’t know." Shi Ying lit a ladies’ cigarette, hanging it from her bright red lips: "They are just ants, not unbreakable walls."

She approached the bar and smiled at a burly man wearing a headscarf: "A glass of Casai Imperial Liquor."

At the mention of "liquor," Su Ming’an furrowed his brows.

Noticing his expression, Shi Ying looked back at the man and smiled: "Never mind, a glass of Osai Luo Malt Wine."

She was only fifteen or sixteen yet very adept at reading people, seemingly having turned it into an instinct.

Actually, Su Ming’an wanted tea more, but feeling it contradicted Bai Qiu’s cold and hard persona, he abstained.

Holding a cup full of the scent of wheat, under Shi Ying’s cover, Su Ming’an made his way to the back of the tavern, seeing a group led by a white-haired boy.

Under the wooden-shielded lights, the white-haired boy lounged with crossed legs on a wooden chair, with several figures standing beside the chair’s back. There were men and women, old and young.

Shadow deepened in the white-haired boy’s pupils, and after a moment, he slightly lifted his head, revealing a pair of luminous golden eyes.

With his hands clasped and placed under his chin.

"Welcome, my ’demon’ friend."

The light fell on his face, illuminating the lower half beneath his nose, making his pupils appear particularly deep:

"Although you remained silent during the Midnight Bell phase, we will become good friends, right?"

"Or, by the roles we’ve taken on, should I call you... teacher?"

"Nice to meet you, my name is Su Liujin."