Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1503 - 11: The Crow Cawed Three Times
The character of Bai Qiu, who is so cruel and cold, wouldn’t help Mo Chenqing. This counts as being out of character.
Su Ming’an suddenly turned his head back, but the alleyway was empty.
"What... what’s wrong?" Mo Chenqing asked softly.
"Nothing." Su Ming’an touched the back of his neck and said softly, "Wait outside the house."
Mo Chenqing obediently stood in place.
Su Ming’an passed through the purple lavender garden and pushed open the door to the house.
The correction tape pointed to Bai Qiu’s residence, so the one who altered the medicine’s ingredients must be someone from the residence, either Bai Qiu, Bai Chun, or Lin Wang’an. But this doesn’t make sense; Bai Chun was already a victim of the medicine, Bai Qiu’s character was set to care for his sister, and Lin Wang’an seemed to genuinely love Bai Chun. They couldn’t possibly alter Bai Chun’s life-saving medicine so casually.
"Could the correction tape’s direction be wrong?" Su Ming’an thought otherwise. System prompts usually don’t make mistakes.
He passed by his sister Bai Chun’s room and suddenly heard several male voices.
...Male voices?
As "big brother," Su Ming’an was immediately alert and leaned against the door to listen.
"Chun, your condition is getting worse and worse... Let me take you to the Royal Family for treatment! Trust me, there must be a way!" A steady and upright voice came out.
"Chun, did you take the medicine I gave you last time? It’s the newest medicine from the Krisel Research Institute; it can suppress your condition. If you feel any discomfort, let me know right away." A gentle and soothing voice.
"Chun, I brought you some cookies from Sanctuary Mountain; they’re bear-shaped, rabbit-shaped, duck-shaped, and you said last time you liked the strawberry flavor, so I stuffed strawberry chunks in them for you to try!" A lively and cheerful voice.
"Come with me to the Hell Demon Realm, Chun. It’s too noisy here for you to recuperate." A slightly aggrieved voice.
Su Ming’an listened, a bit stupefied. Bai Chun was supposed to be recuperating at home, how could she know so many people?
He pushed the door open and saw three men and a woman standing in front of Bai Chun’s bed, concerned for her.
Seeing Bai Qiu enter, Bai Chun showed a momentary awkward expression, then quickly became justifiable: "You’re back."
Su Ming’an frowned: "These people..."
The lively and cheerful boy immediately put down the cookies, crossed his arms and said: "You must be the brother-in-law. Nice to meet you."
Su Ming’an was a bit surprised; it turned out this was her boyfriend?
But it wasn’t over yet; another man who looked quite upright spoke up, "Don’t listen to Young’s nonsense... you’re Bai Chun’s brother, right? Nice to meet you. I’ve heard your name mentioned in the Royal City, rumored to be a very talented Creator. Additionally, considering the appropriate timing, it’s about time to make my relationship with Bai Chun public... I wish to become her partner, and I hope for your blessing."
The man, with blond hair and blue eyes, wore armor that hadn’t been doffed, carrying a heroic air in his words.
Young shook his head and said, "You’re the one spouting nonsense. Sister Chun and I have an extraordinary relationship. We’ve played piano together, sat on swings, and made cookies."
The fourth person, a gentle and intellectual woman, adjusted her black glasses and considerately said: "No matter who you choose, it should be up to Bai Chun. You all shouldn’t fight. However, Chun, if you choose me, I will dedicate a lifetime to your health."
Su Ming’an listened, eyes wide with shock.
He hadn’t expected Bai Chun to keep such secrets, surrounded by admirers on all sides.
"...You all talk among yourselves." Su Ming’an closed the door and walked towards his own room.
What he didn’t see was Bai Chun, at that moment, shooting a cold glance in his direction.
...
Returning to his room, Su Ming’an still felt there were doubts.
He searched the house once more; this time, he left nothing unchecked.
The house was rather large. Last time, he only searched a few rooms; this time, he walked through the entire house.
When passing the music room, the red Clue Insight prompt finally lit up.
It was an oil painting depicting a blazing sun, suspended golden threads, and countless eyes in the sky.
Su Ming’an lifted the oil painting to find a hidden compartment, and inside it lay a personal diary.
...He knew it, Bai Qiu, someone so unusual, would certainly keep a diary.
He opened the diary, surprisingly finding most of the pages had turned blank, not as if weathered, but as if wiped clean by an invisible hand, leaving no trace. Only a few pages contained writing.
...
[February 18th]
[I’ve arrived here.]
[I don’t know how many of "them" have already come. I remember next year’s first Creator Conference will be when "they" arrive in large numbers. I must stop "them."]
[The urgent task is to build my own force... Let’s call it the Wheel of Destiny.]
...
[March 2nd]
[The original owner has a sister... quite perceptive and independent in nature. She is preparing for the Red Tower First University entrance exam to become the first female special-class mechanical engineer. I hope she succeeds.]
[I’m too busy, so I can only reduce the times I come home.]
...
[April 12th]
[My sister gifted me a mechanical bird she made herself. It can dance and sing... her talent is indeed excellent, and she works very hard.]
[But I’ve started to worry about her. Given her nature and family background, it’s all too easy for "them" to take notice of her.]
...
[May 18th]
[My sister’s personality suddenly changed. She no longer studies diligently and instead has visited the Royal City Knights, Krisel Research Institute, Sanctuary Mountain, and the Hell Demon Realm consecutively... She didn’t know about these places before! Why did she suddenly go there!]
[She also brought back dozens of unfamiliar men and women, most of whom are good-looking, well-mannered, and completely devoted to her, even willing to share her love...]
[I felt sadness.]
[What I feared still happened.]
...
[August 21st]
[I’ve been testing my sister’s attitude.]
[She has completely abandoned her studies and doesn’t read or make mechanics anymore; she spends all day chatting and going on outings with those men and women. She says every one of them is a Heavenly Pride of Luowasha, and if she marries them, what’s the point of studying.]
[On May 18th, she was no longer my sister...]
[Hah, what right do I have to say such things, as I’m not the real Bai Qiu either.]
...
[September 2nd]
[She is one of "them," albeit quite lax in nature.]
[She didn’t come here for any special purpose, seemingly only for traveling and making friends.]
[I secretly asked her if she would join me on the day of the Creator Conference to stop "them" from arriving collectively.]
[Perhaps my probing was too subtle, and she didn’t understand it, but she reacted in a way that greatly shocked me—she confessed her feelings to me and Hui Mo!]
[I saw through her heart; she is someone with a collecting habit, lacking only the cool aloof type and the cunning clever type in addition to the sunny cheerful type, the calm cautious type, the sweet girlish type, and the sharp-tongued tsundere type—like collecting a full set, she wants them all.]
[She didn’t realize I was one of "them," and instead set her eyes on me as a target.]
[Ha... Of course, I rejected her.]
[Her gaze, nevertheless, seemed even more eager, like a brave soul facing an insurmountable Giant Dragon.]
...
[November 8]
[She contracted a lung disease. Because a component of the chronic illness medication, Aminoyariv, was casually altered by a Creator.]
[I helped to change the component back, but was shocked to discover through the door crack that she also raised a feather pen!]
[—It turns out she herself altered the medication component!]
[At first, I didn’t understand why, until I saw those men and women coming to care for her, fussing over her, and she used the persona of a "sickly beauty" to meet more handsome men and beautiful women... I began to understand her purpose.]
[She altered the medication, countless people might have died because of it.]
[For this persona of a sickly beauty, she would kill even more, just to fulfill her love.]
[One night, when I passed by her room, she coughed weakly, softly seeking my embrace. I finally fully understood her mind—she sought to get close to Bai Qiu, but Bai Qiu’s persona was always aloof and proud, unless Bai Chun was seriously ill, Bai Qiu would not likely approach her. So she deliberately fell seriously ill.]
[I wanted to confess to her: I am also one of "them", stop targeting your own kind. But I feared alerting "them", so I kept silent.]
[She seemed to have developed a murderous intent towards me, and as she found it difficult to deal with me, her gaze towards me gradually became cold and resolute.]
[Does she want to destroy what she can’t get? Want to walk the path of the yandere to imprison, thinking that Bai Qiu would then be hers?]
[I will keep watching her, to prevent her from harming more of the Heavenly Pride, if she has the courage, let her come boldly, Bai Chun... no, "them".]
...
[December 2]
[Today I met Bairan of the Death Cantor.]
[Beside him was an extremely beautiful, ambiguous-gendered person, whom Bairan called a holy Angel, his lover.]
[This Angel also had a human form slice, a demon god form slice, a priest form slice, a royal form slice... These slices were all Bairan’s lovers.]
[No matter how bloody and terrifying the crisis he was in, he only needed beauty and cuteness, his lover would always save him from difficulty.]
[At that moment, I sorrowfully realized, Bairan had also become one of "them".]
[We construct independently existing worlds with the subjectivity of perception, and forge interconnected boundaries with the retreat of consciousness.]
[Under multiple influences, we nurture flowers in an iron cage, using joy, sorrow, anger, and fear as themes, drawing from others, enriching ourselves, and in consuming the wisdom of others, we give rise to our own thoughts and views, growing our own flesh, pursuing desires and joy with them.]
[We hear, we see, we perceive, we touch, we think, we feedback.]
[I don’t want all this to bear the touch of "them".]
...
[December 31]
[My breath is fading.]
[Heh... so the time has come? I’m about to be pulled back.]
[Seems like I didn’t make it to the day of the Creator Conference, what a pity.]
[After I return, will this body be given back to the original Bai Qiu, or to a new "them"?]
[I don’t know.]
[Bai Chun won the heart of the forty-seventh beauty, the beauty abandoned her dignity to share in love; Bairan once again escaped death’s assault, embracing and kissing his lover; a beautiful purple-eyed girl surrounded by regretful and opportunistic relatives, even a young general in the army fell for her Koi nickname; a white-haired lady shed the label of a straw dummy miss, mastering all systems of magic and martial arts, blood washing her enemies, including infants in swaddling clothes and girls who had never left their boudoirs.]
[Clang, clang, clang.]
[The crows called three times, the mirror reflected eyes. They laughed, they made noise.]
[In my ears, only the chimes of Utopia sounded.]
...
Su Ming’an closed the diary.
"They," could it refer to another group of Players?
Possessing natives, not treating natives as people, causing calamity at will... these all fit the characteristics of Players.
"What if there is more than one World Game?"
An incredible thought suddenly popped into his mind, it had never been stated that the World Game is unique.
Among seven billion people, only one billion participated in this World Game, so... were the other six billion really frozen in time?
This idea was too audacious, Su Ming’an shivered slightly, his fingers cold, a chill rising from his tailbone.
If true, wouldn’t it mean "I’m hitting myself"?
Like an endlessly piled bridge, a stone repeatedly pushed by Cyrus, with no end in sight. One side is saved, the other falls.
But he quickly dismissed this suspicion, first, Players are unlikely to stay here so long, second, the current information of the World Game is logically sound, with the backing of the Organizers and the Outer Realm High Dimensions, it’s unlikely there’s another World Game.
Just then, he suddenly heard footsteps.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The white-haired girl stood silently at the door, behind her were those handsome men and beautiful women.
With a strange smile, she asked:
"Does anyone like Bai Qiu?"
Silence.
There was only silence in the room.
Su Ming’an placed his hand on the golden dagger.
"Aloof, proud, white-haired, golden glasses, unscrupulous, but very gentle to friends and family... hmm, very desirable traits." Bai Chun tilted his head, smiled, and said:
"But it seems no one likes you, up until now, I haven’t heard anyone profess to you."
"Do you know? Not liking me is your original sin."
"You’re no longer aloof at all, you don’t even care about those around me, who hover left and right, you would inconspicuously send them away, leaving only me in the past."
Su Ming’an found it laughable, said coldly: "Do you expect the whole world to revolve around you?"
Bai Chun snorted, replied without hesitation:
"Yes."
...
Alliance of Truth.
The circular lights on the dome suddenly illuminated, beneath the pale curtain, the resonator emitted a buzzing sound, bluish arcs flowed in the air.
Along with the tremors, transparent steps gradually appeared, at the end of the steps was a pair of pure white eyes without pupils.
People instinctively lowered their heads, only a few continued to directly gaze at the truth, Isabella was among them.
Her form slowly floated, her eyes behind thick glasses unafraid, her lips moved:
"The God of Intelligent Machinery, Skatalia, ruler of technology, wisdom, mechanics, and interconnection, the rule of star trajectory, the key of universal ascendance, the weaver of infinite loops, the dominator of the quantum network."
"I am the first to touch your domain, the leader in the scientific community, true name Isabella."
"I traced back from the Fourth Epoch, traversed the history of the Day of God’s Fall, read through the ancient texts and relics you left, passed the trial of intelligent machinery, obtained nearly perfect wisdom."
"Could you tell me—what is the ’fireseed’?"
In the next moment, everything turned into pure deep blue, only Isabella faced the pure white eyes, others could not hear the divine words.
Amidst endless numbers and formulas, she saw a coordinate, a red button.
