Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1490: Final - · Shore Guard Arc [Part 3] · "Goodbye, Grandma.
...Following this white-haired youth, can I really meet the Radiant Mother Goddess?
Su Ming’an quietly aimed his palm at the white-haired youth.
...
"Ding dong!"
[The Ruler’s Skill cannot be used.]
...
...Cannot be used? Full affection, yet still non-human?
"Lead the way," Su Ming’an said.
With the Cloud City God by my side, 99% of the risk can be reduced. The remaining 1% of the risk, if avoided, could instead sow larger future troubles. If the Radiant Mother Goddess really has an issue, the situation must be understood promptly.
The white-haired youth named "Bai Qiu" downed his pint of ale and walked straight out of the tavern.
The night descended like black velvet, and the lights gradually came on.
Su Ming’an looked up into the distance. This was the first time he had seen the night of the tenth day in an instance, as it would usually end at noon with the Red Sun.
The temperature of the Red Sun slightly cooled down, no longer scorching like the daytime. The town where Su Ming’an resided stood in a fertile region in the north, with cooler temperatures, sparing the people from distress. However, he heard that in some areas near the Red Sun, daytime temperatures could soar to sixty or even seventy degrees, causing massive burns and even death in unprotected areas...
The God of Covenant, Nalandos, had already intervened, establishing a new world trading system. The original currency and industries could still be brought into the new world for settlement, and a brand-new incentive mechanism would be built. Therefore, the current currency system remained stable, and people did not turn into headless chickens in panic upon seeing the Red Sun.
May this rare cool night allow people to catch a moment’s breath.
"The confrontation that swept over hundreds of races at noon today at the World Tree has officially ended with the retreat of world betrayer Noel Agnini. It is the highest-scale pre-battle confrontation in the history of the four epochs, involving at least three deities and the World Tree..." A transparent wandering spirit flew through the air.
This was the electrolife that worshipped the God of the Internet, a peculiar race of Luowasha called "Reflection Spirit." Its reproductive method was autonomous fission and replication, resembling a wandering spirit in appearance, and it was born with a large liquid crystal screen-like abdomen. Therefore, they were considered "mobile livestreams," a classic way for Luowasha people to watch live streams.
Due to the "Reflection Spirit" lacking self-defense capabilities, it is often accompanied by two or three companion life forms. The "Hammer Iron Man" is responsible for arguing, the "Soybean Man" for sending sarcastic emoticons, and the "Meme Talker" for mentioning memes inappropriately to rebut any electronic life trying to attack the "Reflection Spirit." This is also the survival method of Luowasha’s electrolife.
"Luowasha is so big... and there are so many interesting things, but unfortunately, it doesn’t belong to me..." A thought flashed through Su Ming’an’s mind, and he focused on listening to the live stream content.
Many, like him, stopped to listen, even the workers and children who were moving things around.
"According to informed sources, world betrayer Noel Agnini has postponed the Red Sun’s descent, for unknown reasons. Please everyone, continue to ensure the concept of ’Strawberry Crisp’ remains at hand."
"The Watcher Yijulai’er sacrificed to the new helm of Luowasha, Lord Su Ming’an. This is also our first formal acknowledgment of Olivius iterations and the existence of Watchers. Let us mourn for a minute for the pioneers’ dedications and sacrifices. Also, for our brethren who died today..." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
People bowed their heads, placing three fingers over their hearts, mourning in Luowasha fashion.
Meanwhile, the screen played footage of Su Ming’an confronting Noel at the World Tree today at noon, but it was only a small silhouette, with no visible face, just white tentacles blooming like daffodils.
In the silent minute, Su Ming’an felt a slight stir in his heart.
..."World betrayer" Noel Agnini, has it become such a title?
According to the compass positioning, Noel should have headed to No.1 Experimental City, aiming to possess the newly born Rin Clan and seize control of Eden.
Not knowing how much time Noel needed, before Noel succeeded, he must push the energy progress to 10,000 points and set sail as soon as possible... Su Ming’an "clicked" open the crimson dial, seeing the value [8550/10000].
The progress was slowly increasing. It seems the major Royals and players are still working hard. I heard Lin Yin, Anthony, and Mei Yani are organizing players to use Mana Points as energy, so the scene should be quite spectacular. Unfortunately, I don’t have time to watch from here.
Everyone is working hard; that’s great.
Su Ming’an closed the dial and refocused his spirit. He completely abandoned the path of the First Disciple Game, opting for a conservative strategy, so he must ensure a 100% success rate.
At that moment, seeing Su Liujin standing alone in the sea, he indeed felt a sense of poignant empathy.
Waiting alone in a sea that no one knows, witnessing the new world’s set sail... this is the end of the "Savior." If Su Ming’an had died before reaching Su Liujin’s vast ocean, no one would know what this white-haired youth had strived for, only knowing him as an innocent jellyfish.
The noise returned to his ears, signaling the end of the minute of silence.
Su Ming’an exhaled heavily, feeling the flow in his chest, and said to Bai Qiu: "Before meeting that noble lady, I need to make some preparations."
Bai Qiu pushed his golden glasses lightly, saying blandly: "Alright, I’ll follow you."
Su Ming’an said: "You’re following me, so if I encounter trouble..." His implication was, perhaps Bai Qiu could offer some handy help.
Bai Qiu smiled, the gemstone chain on his glasses frame shimmering:
"Sure."
"But at a higher cost."
Su Ming’an retracted his soft, strategy-like smile.
...If Bai Qiu drives a hard bargain, the Cloud City God will deal with him.
Under the night, Su Ming’an used the wristwatch Ah Du to sequentially contact Lü Shu, Lu, Lin Yin, Yi Song, and Isabella, who might have connections with deities, asking about the Radiant Mother Goddess.
Lü Shu: "The Radiant Mother Goddess is named Kritchens. I’ve noted down Her teachings and emblem. But Her current situation, I’m not sure... Where are you? I’ll come find you."
Lu: "I’ve seen Kritchens’ incarnation Qin Si once in the northern wilderness, she was saving people then, not like an Evil God. But recently, whether there’s been a change, that’s unclear. Got any difficulties?"
Lin Yin: "The Dawn Angel said, the Radiant Mother Goddess’s positional rank is far higher than His, and He doesn’t have the qualification to meet Kritchens. But if you need combat power, I’ve already gathered players in the million levels to assist you."
Yi Song: "Bel said... not sure..."
Isabella: "Not sure. Need help, Su Ming’an?"
Receiving Su Ming’an’s communication, they immediately asked if Su Ming’an needed help, apparent concern in their expressions.
Feeling slightly warmed at heart, Su Ming’an also silently resolved never to communicate verbally with Yi Song again; text would suffice wherever possible.
Unfortunately, the Radiant Mother Goddess’s positional rank was too high, no one could provide useful information. Su Ming’an also contacted Boris, but this devout guy unexpectedly didn’t respond, alerting him to danger.
He declined their request to rush over, everyone was busy in their respective domains, and this most dangerous task at the front line, he could handle it himself.
Death Rebound... always the last trump card. As long as enough preparation is done in advance, it remains the highest-specification strategic weapon.
Before leaving, Su Ming’an bought a bouquet of bright red Manzusha Flowers from the florist at the town’s edge. This would be something useful.
Bai Qiu and the Cloud City God stood aside, not understanding why Su Ming’an wanted to buy flowers, but did not question further.
The flower shop owner is an elderly grandma with white hair, seated in a wheelchair, cutting flowers for Su Ming’an and wrapping them in tin foil.
"In a small town’s flower shop, you can actually buy Manjusaka flowers..." Su Ming’an initially asked casually, not expecting there to be any.
He muttered softly to himself, but the grandma’s ears were sharp and she laughed: "Yes, no one sells them; they think the flower’s meaning is unlucky. But I think, how can its meaning be bad? With winter gone, spring comes only after winter leaves."
Su Ming’an’s frozen expression revealed a slight smile: "Hmm."
At this moment, the grandma’s cloudy eyes shifted, and she leaned forward like a young girl, lowering her voice to say:
"Hey, young man who has seen much, tell me, do you think that in the New World the Lighthouse Lord talks about... there’d be a place for me to plant flowers?"
The little white dog in the shop rubbed against Su Ming’an’s pant leg, making whimpering sounds.
Su Ming’an glanced at the little white dog and suddenly thought... if the New World sets sail, a little dog like this might not become a traveler.
Only those with a certain level of inspiration can successfully escape entering the book; some who are abandoned by the era are destined to be left behind. Just like the grandma in front of him, like the elderly left behind in the village, like the uneducated children in the mountains, like the little white dog who doesn’t know words...
They were once crushed by the train of a rapidly passing era, and now they’re about to be crushed again.
"Here you go, all done." The grandma finished wrapping the Manjusaka and handed it to Su Ming’an: "When it sets sail, I don’t know when, but you’re young and have a good physique, keep moving north; it’s cooler there. If you successfully get up there, help grandma take a look at those New World flowers..."
"Grandma." Su Ming’an suddenly said.
He accepted the tin foil bouquet, the amber streetlights gradually illuminated the dispersing night clouds:
"You’ll still see the flowers of the New World."
"In a brand new world, flowers are still like this, ’you all’ won’t be left behind."
He spoke calmly, as if it was nothing more than a comforting word, but from his lips it sounded like a promise.
The "you all" he referred to seemed to not only include the illiterate elders and children of this small town but many others.
The grandma paused, laughed, and gently patted Su Ming’an’s shoulder:
"Such sweet words, alright, I won’t charge you for this flower."
"I’m serious." Su Ming’an pressed his lips.
"Yes, serious, serious, thank you for your blessing, child. Really don’t need your money."
"I will try hard."
"Haha, good..."
"I really will try hard..." Su Ming’an’s voice grew quieter, he stopped speaking and simply placed a coin, turning around.
The grandma didn’t know who the person before her was, nor did she know what this young, immature child would do.
She didn’t know he was a stubborn person who would attempt countless times for the sake of one promise, didn’t know what determination he had settled in his mind, didn’t know that at this moment he had turned his thoughts and pushed himself toward a future many times more difficult.
The glaring red flower was fiery like flame, and at this moment when Su Ming’an turned to leave the flower shop, he almost wanted to curse himself.
... Hadn’t he decided to choose "reality" over "fairy tales"? To accept an ending that isn’t perfect, to accept that many people are destined to be left in the old era.
Why was it that merely buying a bouquet of flowers by the roadside stirred him, caused him to hope, and want a more ideal result?
Sique had explicitly said that Eden only selects those with inspiration over the threshold, aiming to reduce the construction pressure of the New World, ensuring everyone can use it, not accepting those who aren’t good at constitution writing. Therefore, inevitably, some people will be left in the destroyed world.
Yet, just now he was actually thinking... can’t just leave them behind like this.
If the World Master’s positional rank is high enough, if the World Master’s prepared energy is sufficient, if... if the World Master can also become part of the "world"?
Isn’t it possible that the surplus gaps, could keep these people?
"Feasible, this method should be feasible, later try asking Xiao Bai..." Su Ming’an thought calmly while almost burying his face into the bouquet, preventing his unsettled expression from showing.
"Hey! Child!" An elderly voice came from behind.
Su Ming’an paused for a moment, slowly turned back.
Under the dim streetlights, he saw the grey-haired grandma laboriously shaking the wheelchair handle, coming up.
"Your thing fell!"
The grandma raised her hand, holding up a plastic bag, inside were steaming white cakes, as if just taken out of a steamer.
...I didn’t bring white cakes, this isn’t my item... the next moment, Su Ming’an realized this was just the grandma’s way to make him stay longer.
The grandma stuffed the white cakes into his hand: "Hold them, eat them for breakfast tomorrow; it’s far to the next town."
He paused for a moment, nodded his head, accepted the white cakes, and turned to leave.
His palm lightly tapped his heart, as if calming the undeserved heartbeat.
He took a blossoming Manjusaka, pinned it on his shoulder as if this had some important meaning. Then he took out the "Immortal’s Talisman·New", hanging it on his waist.
Bai Qiu and the Cloud City God remained silent, puzzled by his actions but did not ask.
Before leaving the town, Su Ming’an looked back.
He saw fields and village paths, the blue stone well, the lamp’s color congealed into amber at the eaves’ corners, moss stains spread like ink, crow calls dried like the wind. He saw blue cloth unsorted from drying still hang in empty air, a stone mill wheel gleaming with moonlit sheen. He saw the wind wrinkle the wheat field, shadowed behind the wooden windows of the grandma’s flower house, fragments of the last bit of lamp light.
He heard the sound of a wind chime, a rusted copper wind chime under someone’s eaves.
This sound felt as if it hadn’t gone far but was gradually extending beyond the world, behind him.
Like something scorching and could not be pressed down, but was climbing with the chime sound, escaping into the deeper night.
The cool wind lifted petals, he tied the talisman securely.
"Let’s go." He said.
As if determined on something.
...
At the deepest point of night, Su Ming’an arrived at Radiant Mother God’s temple.
