Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1491: Final - : Across the Sea [4] - "Where Am I Going?
[I have despised my soul seven times.]
[The third time, it came from my student.]
[He asked me: Teacher, how do you distinguish between a Savior and individual heroism?]
[I answered him, if you can stop a war by sacrificing a soul with your sword, that is individual heroism. If you can stop a war without being confined by the sword’s soul, that is the Savior.]
[He said, then isn’t the latter easier?]
[I said, not so. Individual heroism is like a bird carrying a stone into the sea, drawing a fleeting trajectory in the waves. The value of this trajectory does not lie in changing the depth of the sea, but in the ripples it raises at the moment of falling—the ordinary souls illuminated by the light of heroism begin to awaken, that is the Savior.]
[If no one upholds heroism in this world, then a Savior cannot be born.]
[He thought for a moment and said, Teacher, being a Savior sounds tiring, let’s not be Saviors...]
...
The white-haired youth’s pupils were deep, and the interplay of light and shadow made his temperament profoundly deep.
On the chair, he seemed like a leader with profound thoughts.
Su Ming’an was slightly taken aback by the solemn atmosphere, and began to regard this young man with extra seriousness.
Looking at the hand extended by the white-haired youth, Su Ming’an reached out and shook it, saying solemnly, "Nice to meet you, Su Liujin."
He had not yet released his hand when two bangs of fireworks sounded, and colorful streamers fell on him. It was a pair of men and women beside Su Liujin, setting off the fireworks in their hands.
"Congratulations to the Jellyfish Emperor on making a friend!" shouted the tall and skinny man wearing a baseball cap.
"Congratulations to Emperor Liu Jin on making a friend!" followed the woman with a ponytail, dressed in a jumpsuit.
Su Ming’an’s palm stiffened.
Su Liujin clapped several times, seemingly in cooperation with the excitement of the people.
...Was Su Liujin’s early style already like this? Su Ming’an brushed away the colorful flowers on his face.
No, it’s the people around Su Liujin who are not quite normal...
"This is Ye Zi, a quirky guy who loves to play pranks," Su Liujin, covered in colorful streamers, smilingly introduced this pair: "This is Changping. He is very skilled in creation within our small group, and is one of the hundred contestants in the Creator Conference. He is good at meticulous descriptions, but cannot deeply analyze what love is, so Ye Zi often pesters him to help him analyze..."
Changping looked like a very honest young man, with restrained hands and feet. Ye Zi was much more at ease, with a ponytail and a cheerful smile on his face.
"This is Wu Yi, who recently joined our team," Su Liujin continued to introduce:
"This is Qi Zhou, he is super good at solving puzzles. I have crowned him as the Angel of Wisdom under the Great Emperor."
Beside were two much more youthful boys, curiously observing Su Ming’an.
"This is Feng Li, a Light Elf persecuted by demons; she is missing an eye and swears vengeance." Su Liujin continued to introduce:
"This is Si Nian, from the Wolf Tribe. He engraved his lover’s name on his bones, a guy of deep affection."
"This is Cirlothin, a mixed-blood; she was born with many strange fish scales, and she always endures the pain of pulling them out, hoping to become human one day."
Su Ming’an looked over one by one and found that many in Su Liujin’s small team were broken individuals. It was Su Liujin’s team that accepted them, allowing these quirky people to survive.
Even someone as gloomy as Bai Qiu received warm enthusiasm from people.
"Are you the ’demon’ teammate of the leader? Welcome to the team!" Ye Zi was enthusiastic, pulling on Su Ming’an’s arm.
"Not joined yet..." said Su Ming’an. He was just here to meet them, how did he suddenly join?
"Quickly, quickly, the Disciple Game is so tough; you haven’t had a decent meal in a long time, have you? We just made dinner, there’s beef noodles, fried eggs, vegetables, come and taste!" Ye Zi didn’t mind his indifference and directed Changping to bring over dish after dish of food.
Surrounded by people, the cold white-haired youth sat expressionlessly on the chair, facing the steaming dishes. He wondered why things turned out this way, yet people’s enthusiasm drowned his questions.
"Just in time for our mealtime, come, let us welcome the joining of Brother Bai Qiu!" Ye Zi opened a bottle of sparkling water, the bubbles dancing wildly toward the sky.
"Brother Bai Qiu, you seem extraordinary at first glance. With you as Brother Liu’s teammate, you will surely crush the good guys’ camp!" Si Nian laughed loudly.
"That’s right, the leader could never lose," said Cirlothin matter-of-factly. "Bai Qiu, try this dish of sweet and sour jellyfish skin, the leader made it himself, it’s delicious."
Su Ming’an looked around; all around were smiles.
At this time, there was still no cynical expression on Wu Yi’s face, only a youthful smile. At this time, Qi Zhou had not yet lost a companion either.
At this time, many people had not yet lost much.
Maintaining Bai Qiu’s austere demeanor, Su Ming’an ate the meal. The coldness did not scare anyone, and they all used words to integrate him into the group.
Compared to that suffocating, cold home, it was as if he had approached a warm bonfire.
Just then, Ye Zi suddenly clutched his chest and fell painfully.
"Oh no, Ye Zi’s heart disease has flared up!" Changping’s expression changed.
Su Ming’an frowned; there was no medicine here.
Yet, instead of rushing to find medicine, these people shouted "Holy Blood!" "Where is the Holy Blood!"
Soon after, a youth with a single-side golden ponytail came over, silver ribbons fluttering. He quickly took a glass bottle from his waist, unscrewed the lid, and poured the red liquid into Ye Zi’s mouth.
After drinking the liquid, Ye Zi’s complexion visibly improved, as if he had taken an elixir.
People’s expressions immediately relaxed, whispering in relief:
"Good thing we have Holy Blood..."
"Holy Blood can heal all things..."
Su Ming’an’s brows subtly moved.
At this point, Su Liujin smiled and said:
"By the way, Teacher, you just arrived; you should also have a bottle of Holy Blood. It’s essential for our team members. With Holy Blood in hand, there’s almost no need to worry about death."
Su Liujin got up and walked into the adjacent compartment.
Su Ming’an followed up.
"No need to follow, just wait outside. I am the incarnation of the Jellyfish Emperor; all I need to do is pray in the compartment to ask for the heavens to bestow miraculous Holy Blood." Su Liujin smiled.
Su Ming’an lowered his voice: "...This isn’t ’Holy Blood’ at all, it’s your blood."
Su Liujin’s smile paused slightly.
He calmly looked at Su Ming’an, his golden pupils like congealed moonlight.
Su Ming’an said unhurriedly: "So you use this method of depleting yourself to maintain this small team, protecting these broken individuals? You self-proclaim as Emperor, making them believe the ’Holy Blood’ is bestowed by heaven and not flesh and blood torn from yourself, so they won’t feel so guilty..."
Su Liujin, however, said: "I am not that noble, and people are not that kind."
He closed the compartment door, resting his hand on the wooden railing, gazing at Su Ming’an:
"It’s just that if I don’t call myself this, I will die."
"Initial kindness came from a small piece of bread."
"Then the kindness grew larger, from bread to cake, from cake to a banquet. Once people are dissatisfied with any link, the doer of good deeds will be retaliated against."
"I am not good at fighting; my physique is weak, and my only talent is my flesh and blood. If not for the name of the Great Emperor to intimidate them, making them believe I am the child of God, I would be the first to be retaliated against. I would be served on the table, rather than being an independent leader as I am now."
"Although you see them very enthusiastic, there’s always someone who will bow before huge interests; kindness is not forever."
"So, to keep everyone alive, to maintain this order."
"Su Liujin must be the Great Emperor."
Su Liujin took out a glass bottle, a vessel similar to a blood pump, and rolled up his sleeves, revealing dozens of unhealed needle holes.
Blood poured into the glass bottle, and soon, a new bottle of "Holy Blood" was created.
"One bottle for you, one bottle for Hui Bei... no, give Hui Bei two bottles." Su Liujin lowered his head and said, "This blood counts as a kind of resonant material, just in case of any accident in the future, if we are separated, scattered in all directions, this blood may resonate with my soul."
Su Ming’an suddenly thought of the blood-red array he encountered before coming, that young man with colorful hair wearing an executioner’s mask, and those emerald green eyes.
He sighed in his heart.
...
[Facing Su Liujin, you want to say—]
[A. "Can’t you just be a jellyfish that only knows boing-boing-boing and chirp-chirp-chirp?"]
[B. "Are you obsessed with maintaining this small team to win the championship? What is your goal in winning the championship?"]
[C. "What accidents might happen in the future?"]
[D. (Say nothing, pat him on the shoulder)]
...
Su Ming’an actually knew the answers to these options.
The answer to A: No.
The answer to B: To win the championship and gain the image of the Supreme Lord in preparation for subsequent salvation.
The answer to C: In the future, we may have our memories erased.
Knowing all the answers, Su Ming’an simply reached out and gently patted Su Liujin’s shoulder.
This did not bear any significance on the level of profit, merely serving as encouragement in the role of a brotherly figure to a younger member. He rarely encountered comrades younger than himself, most were of the same age or older; Su Liujin was an exception, still within the category of youth.
The youth was inexperienced but passionate, possessing a naivety and persistence distinct from adults.
Su Liujin was momentarily surprised, very few people treated him this way. He smiled and picked up the glass bottle: "Let’s go, we should head out."
However, outside the door suddenly became quiet, devoid of any sound.
Su Ming’an’s hand paused for a moment, then slowly pushed the door open.
The smell of blood.
A thick stench of blood.
The dishes were overturned, noodles scattered all over, blood smeared across the dining table and walls, bodies lying all over the floor.
Head against head, hand against hand.
Colorful confetti still on the ground, chairs toppled wildly, the people who just were smiling and calling "Brother Qiu" stopped breathing.
The ones who were just laughing and inviting Su Ming’an to eat, Si Nian and Cirlothin, had their throats slit, killed in one blow, died with unclosed eyes.
A woman with disheveled blonde hair, wearing a black veil with a purple rose, stood in the center, gazing at Su Ming’an and Su Liujin. Her face was graceful, possessing a deep, mysterious aura.
Surrounding her were over fifty Silver Armor Guards, well-equipped, with shining blades drenched in blood.
In just a few minutes, heaven turned to hell, the fleeting warmth was merely an illusion.
Su Liujin almost thought he saw it wrong, he widened his eyes, not daring to believe the brutal scene before him.
Su Ming’an looked at the Silver Armor Guards, suspicions arising in his mind.
... Shi Ying just mentioned earlier, the conservative class does not wish to see the Creator Conference proceed smoothly. The existing aristocratic classes and scientists would seize the night to intercept the creators. If more than half of the hundred creators are killed, how could the Creator Conference continue?
Su Liujin’s small group had only Bai Qiu and Changping as potential creators, but these guards chose to kill rather than let any go, as if human lives were just ants.
Judging by the number of bodies, perhaps only three or four people escaped, the others were not spared. And inside the room, Su Liujin hadn’t heard any sounds of fighting.
At this moment, a hand reached out from the pile of bodies... it was Ye Zi, not dead yet, looking around in confusion and fear. Fortunately, Changping still had some breath left, he immediately gripped her hand tightly.
"Ye Zi, run..." he said intermittently.
But their legs were broken, they couldn’t run.
"Kill them." The blonde woman, seeming to be the leader, spoke faintly.
The Silver Armor Guard raised his blade, stabbing toward Ye Zi.
—Must stop!
Su Ming’an instinctively wanted to dash out, but then saw pale text—
...
[Facing this dreadful scene, you intend to—]
[A. You are Bai Qiu, you cannot intervene.]
[B. You are Bai Qiu, you cannot intervene.]
[C. You are Bai Qiu, you cannot intervene.]
[D. You are Bai Qiu, you cannot intervene.]
...
... What?
Su Ming’an widened his eyes, the pale text seemed to dazzle him.
The next moment, a shining blade pierced through Ye Zi’s spine, emerging from her chest.
She summoned the greatest strength of her life, pushing Changping aside, taking the blade for him.
While darting forward, she didn’t think much, simply felt that Changping was an immensely inspired creator, and she, a half-wasted person suffering from heart disease, would die sooner or later.
"Ye Zi! Ye Zi!"
Bright red blood stained the ground, Changping, disregarding the excruciating pain throughout his body, broke down and wept bitterly.
Su Liujin clenched his fist tightly, realizing he couldn’t fight against many: "Who sent these people... give me some time to investigate, I will not let them off..."
Su Ming’an watched everything, his throat retained the taste of fizzy water. The pale text shackled his steps, he couldn’t move.
The lively dinner seemed still vivid, quickly dissipating like smoke.
At the same time, he saw the blonde woman remove the black veil and look at him, with eyes like black pearls, scrutinizing him for a moment.
He seemed to feel something in his heart.
Then, the blonde woman tiptoed through the floor covered in corpses and blood, holding up her skirt, bowing her head, smiling, and bending down:
"—Leader."
Her bowed direction aimed at Su Ming’an.
At the same time, more than seventy Iron-armored Knights simultaneously put down their blades, kneeling down on one knee in front of Su Ming’an, heads bowed low, iron armor clanking:
"Leader."
