Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1496: Final - · Guardian’s Shore Arc [6] · "Please Take My Heart to Save Him.
The Black Robed Man sighed, realizing it was difficult to persuade Su Ming’an.
He seemed to want to explain something, but in the end, he closed his mouth.
In the underground passage, Su Ming’an walked forward holding the Rin Clan, and the atmosphere was very silent.
"Click!" Suddenly, a golden palm slammed down, and the intense heat instantly melted the surrounding stone walls.
An icy, divine pair of eyes opened and closed, locking onto Su Ming’an’s position.
... They caught up!
Su Ming’an’s hair stood on end, and in an instant, white tendrils sprouted crazily from his back, transforming into blooming flowers that wrapped around him, isolating the sudden surge of heat.
"Swish!"
With a spatial displacement, he transmitted out of the passage and into the scorching air, seeing the sky stained crimson like blood. The first ray of morning light on the horizon resembled flames, exuding an ominous aura like fresh blood.
He saw a divine statue.
A gigantic divine statue as if alive.
Six prism-shaped halos formed a sun halo behind Its head, the head itself resembling a sun cut in half, with neck dripping golden flames like magma. Its form was like countless huge, smooth hands lifting a swaddled infant whose face could not be seen. A vast and dazzling eye opened and closed phantasmatically, flickering with innumerable stars.
The head was in the sky, hands on the ground, the infant lay on the horizon between heaven and earth.
Within a hundred meters of It, everything turned to ashes scattered in the world. Within a thousand meters, all transformed into ceaseless flames.
This gigantic figure appeared as if the embodiment of Luowasha’s millennia-old myth.
No one gasped in awe; all who dared to look directly at It were reduced to ashes. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Su Ming’an felt a burning pain in his eyes, not looking down, because he knew the ground must be a mortal purgatory. He couldn’t even see where the Central Research City was, the bloody color swallowed everything.
"Kritchens." He struggled to keep his voice steady, complete, and clear: "Why destroy the treaty between us?"
The white tendrils lifted him, maintaining almost equal height with the statue. His left hand held the Rin Clan, his right hand grasped the Sword of Yarman. His ear, neck, and fingers emitted golden and purple light.
The deity statue lacked facial features, its head like a sun cut in half, emitting thoughts like shaking the air: "I never destroyed the treaty, only sought to kill the Rin Clan in your hand. A naive child should not become the new world’s steward."
Su Ming’an calmly said, "The Rin Clan is different from ordinary humans."
Kritchens said: "You always disliked the concept of ’born sacrifices,’ why do you think the Rin Clan can undertake this responsibility? The child in your arms, was he born to shoulder the duty of a world?"
Su Ming’an laughed, "So you want to kill him because you think he wouldn’t want to?" He slowly hardened his expression: "When the time comes and he doesn’t want to, then Sique will step up, and if Sique doesn’t want to, then I will. In any case, it will not be a Mother Goddess who so easily kills many."
He spoke decisively.
He understood Kritchens’ persistent thought... It wanted to advance further, to become the sole ruler, rather than be suppressed by those in control of the world in the new world.
Kritchens had once invested in him because he had shown repulsion towards the Rin Clan. But Kritchens hadn’t anticipated Ran Bo, an inconspicuous human, creating another Rin Clan, preventing It from ascending.
"Give the child to me." Kritchens’ voice was calm, yet conveyed an unintentional dominance that demanded submission.
Su Ming’an embraced the Rin Clan, pointing the sword forward:
"—I issue a High Tower Invitation to you, Kritchens."
...
[Begin BOSS Battle.]
[Enemy Combat Power: 9500+]
[Our Combat Power: 8000+]
[Overall Victory Probability: 0.49%]
...
Alarmingly low... Su Ming’an’s expression remained unchanged.
The High Tower Invitation enforces a 1v1 duel, so even with the Rin Clan in his arms, Kritchens cannot kill it before the High Tower Invitation time ends.
At this moment, he noticed a white sparrow perched on his shoulder, silver eyes quietly watching the scene. It seemed to be the SSR Card Su Qing previously drew, resembling the Holy Initiation embodiment.
"Your Majesty, quickly use your 9999 combat power to think of a solution." Su Ming’an mocked himself quietly. He speculated that the Holy Initiations exist in high-dimensional forms, after all, Ming Hui’s 9999 combat power is too abnormal. But like the relationship between Dieying and Little A’ba, even if the Holy Initiations exist in high dimensions, Ming Hui, the brother who cherished his younger brother, is truly dead.
As for the Cloud City God’s 9999 combat power, Su Ming’an believed it wasn’t the strength of the Cloud City God himself, but included the strength of the Holy City. Hence, Su Rin’s power dropped sharply after leaving the Holy City.
This sparrow is probably a kind of cloning as well.
Sure enough, the sparrow didn’t move; Su Ming’an was just speaking casually.
Intense radiance overwhelmed Su Ming’an instantly. After a brief moment of fading consciousness, under the influence of the "Undying" curse, his body swiftly regenerated, remaining unharmed.
...Such strength of attack couldn’t even kill him.
Su Ming’an, somewhat self-conscious, used white tendrils to cover his body, quickly dressed, retreated a thousand meters away, changed hands to hold the Rin Clan, and raised the Theselotis Devouring Claw with his left hand.
He noticed golden threads lingering on his body, realizing he still couldn’t casually accept the attacks to prevent being controlled.
The scorching temperatures made his vision dizzy, even his breathing felt like it was burnt, his whole body fevered up.
At this moment, a gentle voice came from his embrace:
"Brother..."
Su Ming’an lowered his head in surprise, and the Rin Clan in his arms weakly opened its eyes.
...Right, he had received information earlier that he was the current Rin Clan, and the Rin Clan chose the soul over the body. So in some sense, this jelly-like amorphous object in his arms really counted as his brother.
"Why... do you want... to protect me..." the Rin Clan breathed weakly. "The Rin Clan... the triplets... were originally meant to devour each other..."
Su Ming’an blinked. Noel had taught this child too purely and kindly, even shared such information. What if he harbored ill intentions?
A fierce beam shot toward them, the Radiant Mother God striking mercilessly, seemingly certain that Su Ming’an couldn’t die. The curse effect didn’t include pain immunity, unlike Dieying’s kind heart, it seemed to assume pain would make Su Ming’an hesitate.
"Did you know." Su Ming’an raised the Devouring Claw, amidst the red light like blood, he calmly said: "I’ve seen another brother who is much more ruthless than you."
He referred to the time when Xiao Bai and Hui Bai had created a Rin Clan brother who, upon opening his eyes, killed Yamada Machiichi. Unlike this one who just keeps calling "servant servant" but never harms anyone.
Noel’s months of teaching prevented this child from becoming inherently evil but instead grew into a pure, kind person.
"You save me like this... aren’t you afraid... I’ll refuse to take over Eden, not bear the World Source..." said the Rin Clan.
The scarlet Devouring Claw was like a crimson umbrella, Su Ming’an raised his palm forward, as the radiance flowed like water past both sides, the scorching wind lifted his black hair, the ends burning into ash in an instant.
He calmly spoke, holding the Rin Clan in one hand:
"It’s up to you."
"I’ve never agreed with the viewpoint of innate sacrifice, nor do I think... nor do I think that just because a mission falls upon someone, they must complete it... cough, at least you don’t have to do it because someone else is willing to complete it for you."
"So, whether you become a salted fish, a little bird, or the Great Emperor, whether you take over Eden or not, I certainly can’t force you up there."
The Rin Clan should be smiling, though the amorphous object couldn’t show facial features, only arcs could be seen:
"You don’t have to worry, I’m willing. The blond brother asked me, and I had no objections."
"But I... I might be dying, you should put me down. I really feel the pain, the golden light inside is rampaging..."
The Radiant Mother God’s strike was too harsh, the golden light rampaged, the wound couldn’t heal, he was about to die.
Su Ming’an looked at the approaching red Flowing Fire.
With a swing of his arm, the sparrow soared high, then his left arm flung up high—
...
"Your Majesty! Please!"
...
The Rin Clan felt like it was flying.
Like the games his blond brother played, lifting him high, running wildly in the lab, he felt like he was flying.
The blond brother often said, there were many, many bad people outside, all coveting him, if he went out, he would easily be swallowed whole.
The blond brother also said, he would take over a very big world in the future, a world where many, many people live. He would become the energy bearer of that world, becoming its "god."
But the blond brother said, becoming a "god" wasn’t a joyful game, it was very hard, he wouldn’t receive the admiration of the people, and no one would know of his existence. Just like living in a very deep, large prison, where no one could speak or get close.
So he asked, would the blond brother go to that new world together with them?
The blond brother replied to him, when the day comes when flowers bloom, when everything ends... perhaps, the blond brother would personally send him there. That world was too big, too far away, the blond brother could not reach it.
The blond brother also said, some people are destined never to see spring. But to send children like you over, there will be many, many people who will exhaust all their efforts, letting you fly...
The Rin Clan has taken flight.
Su Ming’an raised his left arm high, throwing him to the sparrow in mid-air.
The red claw grasped the jelly-like substance, the sparrow flapped its wings once, steadily catching the Rin Clan, its silver eyes seemed to ripple as it glanced at Su Ming’an.
Actually, Su Ming’an didn’t think much, but he felt whether the Rin Clan could survive, whether they were willing to take on the burden, saving one was better than having them die in his arms.
So he simply threw the Rin Clan out.
"The High Tower Invitation isn’t over, the Radiant Mother God can’t pursue, Your Majesty, take this child away!" Su Ming’an shouted.
Then, the blazing golden lotus engulfed him, pierced through his skin, emitting a sizzling sound as it burned his flesh.
The sparrow lowered its eyes, flapping its wings, in the blink of an eye carried the Rin Clan flying far away. It glanced at the majestic divine statue overshadowing the sky and the figure in the flaming lotus, its voice cold:
"Now, you are a brother too."
...
Su Ming’an knew, this was not the solution.
Once the High Tower Invitation time ends, the Rin Clan, no matter where they hide, can’t escape the Radiant Mother God. The only way is still to drag Starfire over.
He must return to the archive.
If he really can’t return to the archive, then accept the current loss and ensure the coordinates are passed to the [Dark Side] Huan Jiala.
He clicked open Xiber’s Tracking Compass, observing the just-registered position of the Cloud City God. Approximately 4800 kilometers... considering the Cloud City God’s sprint speed, they should be able to meet in about half an hour.
The barrier of the High Tower Invitation gradually shattered, he ignored the Radiant Mother God, flying straight in the direction indicated by the compass.
It hurt.
The flames burned painfully on his body, painful through the fierce winds, painfully engulfed by golden light. He only used the Devouring Claw for minimal defense, ensuring consciousness did not dissipate, protecting key parts and tendrils, flying directly.
But inevitably, he was human, and when facing pain surpassing limits, even the strongest will cannot transcend the body.
As the pain was about to make him collapse, he heard a sigh.
A pair of wide and clean wings shielded him, then, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed on his chest, still retaining warmth.
The Black Robed Man helped him block this blow.
"You didn’t escape?" Su Ming’an asked in astonishment. He thought that when the Radiant Mother God appeared, the Black Robed Man in the tunnel had already run away.
The Black Robed Man said nothing more, only solemnly said: "The Rin Clan is dead."
Su Ming’an’s mind buzzed.
"He took a sword from the Radiant Mother God, truly powerless to return, even if the sparrow took him far away, I can still feel... he’s dead." The Black Robed Man clutched his heart.
...How could he feel this, could there be heart-to-heart communication?
Su Ming’an couldn’t help but ask: "Where is your Seventh Thrones? Where is the Master of the End of All Things? Where is your High Dimensions divine attire and scythe?"
Why along the way, does Noel not use any?
The Black Robed Man seemed to be bitterly smiling, without explanation.
In the air, a giant golden palm slapped down, just the terrifying flames and huge fierce winds, the two could not withstand this.
At that moment, the Black Robed Man directly took out a dagger, stabbing it into his own chest, blood gushing out.
Under Su Ming’an’s incredibly shocked gaze, the Black Robed Man slowly fell to the ground, pointing to his own chest, spitting blood:
"My... heart... is the heart of the Lighthouse Jellyfish..."
"Implant your heart... into your own body... at least it can help you... hold on for a while longer..."
"Please... if there’s still a chance... please save, save back the Rin Clan..."
Su Ming’an’s expression stiffened.
For a moment, he felt his blood flowing backward.
He was wrong.
He was wrong from the start.
It was not Noel or the Radiant Mother God who dismantled the Puppet Threads, the reason he couldn’t feel the Puppet Threads anymore was for another reason...
"Ah..." he exhaled.
The Black Robed Man who deliberately got close to the Rin Clan, from the start was not Noel Agnini.
Noel’s goal was never to seize the Rin Clan, he never came to No.1 Experimental City. When first using the Positioning Compass, Su Ming’an had doubted, Noel, this level of person could already confuse positioning, why would he still be located by the compass.
This was Noel’s intention.
He let the compass guide to a person who wasn’t Noel.
This person borrowed Noel’s identity to approach the Rin Clan, with no malicious intent, but patiently trained for several months, cultivating a child born with evil seeds into a good person.
...
[The Black Robed Man complained: "Can’t I genuinely care for the newborn Rin Clan, wanting it to grow up healthy and happy?"]
[Xiao Bai was incredulous.]
...
"I’m sorry... but I have a grudge against the World Tree..." The Black Robed Man spat blood: "If I don’t disguise my identity, I can’t get close to the Rin Clan... nor can I cultivate him into a man... under Luowasha’s background, he would easily, easily turn into a very bad person, who could stand up then..."
"Unfortunately, still close but failed, he died..."
"I have no other way, but I know, you are a person skilled at creating miracles. Please, if, if you truly can change all this..."
"Take my heart..."
"Return."
After finishing this sentence, accompanied by a rapid breath, everything quieted down.
Only the Radiant Palm above pressed towards Su Ming’an.
Su Ming’an’s fingers rested on the Black Robed Man’s hood, gently pulling it down, revealing a face burned beyond recognition, already unidentifiable, even unable to close his eyes.
Even if he couldn’t see his face, Su Ming’an had already guessed who this person was, just unclear why this person’s body contained the heart of the Lighthouse Jellyfish, perhaps Su Liujin once saved this person’s life.
...Next time.
Next time will surely be better.
Su Ming’an took out the heart, without chewing, the heart was like energy, merging into his body.
The pain slightly alleviated, numbness seemed comforted.
His spirit suddenly invigorated, he slapped a tendril, barely flying out of the range of the Radiant Palm’s suppression.
Then he glanced back.
Smoke danced, gunpowder settled, the distant red glow fully dyed, the crimson gold morning light covered the earth, as if countless blooming sunflowers.
The enormous and noble divine statue stood silent between heaven and earth, like the eternal sunshine.
Hidden expectations bubbled up unbidden, he suddenly somewhat liked watching such a beautiful dawn, watching the warm sunrise slowly spread over the mortal world.
However, the next moment, he brushed off such meaningless thoughts, the white tendrils wrapped around him, rushing away.
The flames once again engulfed him.
Once again.
Once again.
Next time.
