Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1504 - 12: "There Is No Need for Gods Here
"On the occasion of the Creator Conference, press the red button, and the Fireseed will launch into the universe. At that time, ’they’ will descend here." The voice of the God of Intelligence sounded like mechanical clashing.
"Honorable Skatalia, as a pilgrim on your path of truth, may I ask, who are ’they’?" Isabella’s eyes glimmered with curiosity.
"Unspeakable, indescribable, unobservable, the eye exists everywhere, the mouth exists everywhere." The God of Intelligence said.
"Are they enemies? Allies?" Isabella wanted to establish a clear concept: "Are they from the High Dimensions? Deities? Or extraterrestrial beings?"
"They are both enemies and allies." The God of Intelligence said: "They are from the High Dimensions, deities, and extraterrestrial beings as well."
This made Isabella’s breath quicken, vaguely sensing that she had touched upon something profound.
"Honorable Skatalia, can you tell me if the Supreme Lord, the Master of the End of All Things, the organizers, and ’they’, are these four entities on the same front?" Isabella asked.
The God of Intelligence replied plainly: "They are not four entities."
... Not four entities?
Isabella was about to ask more, but the red button fell into her palm.
"On the side of science, you are already second only to the deities of Luowasha. Other strong individuals delve deeply into the mysterious side, revering arrays, genesis, and magic, yet you focus solely on formulas and logic. I appreciate you, person named Isabella, tell me why do you persist in scientific truth?" The God of Intelligence said.
Isabella took a deep breath and solemnly said:
"Because truth is the only authority that does not require kneeling."
She gazed at the pure white eyes, her hand clenched into a fist, and lightly tapped her chest:
"Before the age of thirty, I was mesmerized by fantasy literature, I wished to live in such a world more than once, where summoning flames could light lamps, summoning winds could make one fly, without the need for tedious repetitive experiments, without the need for endless dissertations and books, many miracles could be achieved."
"After thirty, I gradually began to understand. Magic requires worshipping deities, mystery requires seeking grace, but truth only requires humanity to lift the ruler of observation, to ignite the fire of doubt—it allows us to climb on the bones of fallacy, to shatter the crown of delusion with reproducible formulas."
"You ask me why I do not bow to mystery? Only because the technology and logic in my hand are closer to the breathing of the universe than any oracle."
"I, Isabella, will forever remain loyal to human science, unconstrained by any conditions."
...
Peach Blossom Valley.
A white-haired youth lay on a cool mat, his clothes trailing on the ground like snow. Peach blossoms fell beside his face, kissing the icy blue coral of his ear.
He slowly opened his azure eyes, staring at the clear sky of blue.
...
[Name: Najasha]
[Identity: Deity forgotten by the mountain people.]
[Personality: Cool, composed]
[Relationships: Tao’er, Xi Ge]
[Play difficulty: B]
[Play rules: Maintain the dignity of a god.]
...
[Najasha Main Quest: "Survive"]
[Quest requirement: In your early years, you were attacked and seriously injured, leaving you to recuperate on the mountain. Initially, you could heal through the faith of the mountain people, but over the years, you were gradually forgotten. Now you lack the power of faith, and your life is at risk, find a way to return to your divinity.]
[Quest reward: Acquire the "Nightingale’s Blood-Curdling Scream" ability: When you encounter a death crisis, everyone will be informed.]
[Quest failure: Death.]
...
Bei Wang sat up.
He took out a lemon candy, placed it in his mouth, and soon, his mist-covered eyes gradually cleared up.
He loved to sleep; besides being a natural inclination, his occupation as the "Frost Sleep God" operated at its full potential in a sleepwalking state, like a drunken poet immortal, plucking flowers and leaves, killing in dreams, all without effort.
But now in the role-playing, ensuring a certain degree of clarity is safer.
"... Tian Yu?" Bei Wang murmured.
"Little Bei Wang, I’m here." A cool female voice echoed in his mind.
"Uh... otherwise... you control the body?" Bei Wang rubbed his eyes, speaking hesitantly.
Among all players, he had the closest relationship with the original host. After reaching an agreement with Tian Yu, he would switch to her when tired, and vice versa, allowing for twenty-four-hour operation.
"You control it, I’ll rest for a while." Tian Yu said.
"Okay." Bei Wang thought of stretching, but remembering he was now a deity, he pretended to be calm, looking towards the valley.
This valley was adorned with peach blossoms, resembling a utopia. There was a muddy path covered in pink petals leading down the mountain, and in the distance, a bustling market could be seen, where many townfolk lived. However, they never ventured up the mountain, merely picking wild vegetables at its base.
... A forgotten deity, huh.
Bei Wang felt this godly body was extremely weak. In Luowasha, many peripheral gods existed, and without human faith, they would dissipate.
Najasha was completely forgotten by the townfolk; why hadn’t she disappeared?
At this moment, he heard footsteps.
On the muddy path, a girl with a bun in her hair came running, carrying a basket of osmanthus cakes, laughing loudly:
"God! God! I’ve come to bring you offerings!"
Bei Wang’s gaze met the girl’s, and at that instant, he heard the narration, knowing this girl was named Tao’er. When she was younger, she got lost in the mountains and was saved by Najasha, who sent her back to the town. Since then, she became the only mountain person who believed in deities.
"You... why do you... have faith in me?" Bei Wang asked directly before she could approach.
Tao’er paused, scratching her head: "Aunt Tian indeed told me not to believe in you, she said that without divine power, a god is not a god but a man-eating spirit. But I don’t think you’re a bad person, you see, you’re beautiful, your ears are coral."
"Is it just because I’m beautiful?"
"No, no... you are a kind god! You saved me, and you’re beautiful!"
Bei Wang’s gaze fell on her basket.
Tao’er quickly said: "I made these myself, next time I’ll bring you something better!" She held up the basket: "God! For you to eat!"
Bei Wang’s expression was complicated.
The quest required returning to the divine seat, which, in truth, was very simple, simpler than simple... all he had to do was consume the townfolk below, and Najasha would have the strength to return to the sea, and her injuries would soon heal.
She was trapped in this Divine Mountain, imprisoned by her refusal to consume human flesh.
Yet still, rumors persisted below the mountain, claiming that the medicine collectors who died on the mountain were eaten by her, labeling her a spirit.
After all, if a god couldn’t protect the villagers, what kind of god was she?
This place no longer needed a deity.
Perhaps the girl didn’t know that Najasha’s life hinged on her belief alone. The osmanthus cakes she made so foolishly did indeed carry a trace of faith. Perhaps by eating these cakes for thirty to forty years, Najasha could truly restore her divinity.
The girl’s faith actually protected the townfolk, making Najasha willing to restore divine power by eating cakes rather than humans.
"Has anything happened recently?" Bei Wang inquired about the world outside.
"The greatest Creator Conference in all Luowasha is being held tomorrow! They say it’s at the Red Tower, which is..." Tao’er gestured vigorously with her arms: "Very far, very far! It would take months by chariot!"
"Is there anything happening in town?" Bei Wang asked.
"Hmm... Uncle Tang’s pastries have gone up in price. Changping Academy has started enrollment. There’s a batch of comic books on the street that’s quite popular; they tell the story of the Magpie Knight upholding justice. Also, Aunt Chen’s daughter has brought a lot of luck lately and is being called Little Fortune Star!" The girl said like spilling beans.
... Little Fortune Star?
Bei Wang gazed down the mountain, clasping his hands behind him, quietly and silently crafted a little Bai Xue sculpture with magic, and handed it to the girl: "Sell it."
"Huh?"
"Sell it, give the money... to me. I have a way... to make them all believe in me." Bei Wang said calmly.
Once more people believed in him, he could leave.
Tao’er nodded vigorously: "Okay! I’ll do it right away!"
...
Dream.
Mizushima Kawa Sora wore a long Empress gown, leaning beside the throne, gently yawned and closed her eyes.
She originally wanted to take a short nap, but fell into a heavy dream.
In the dream, she remained clear-headed, as if stepping into a fictional world, she sat at a golden long table, surrounded by indistinct phantoms.
At this moment, she remembered that although Princess Aisudani revered the God of Intelligence, she was a member of the [Dream Patrol Family]. The [Dream Patrol Family], [Civilization Equation Calculator], [Seat of Greece], and [Supreme Tower] were all factions of the God of Inspiration Virdodo. When the instance just began, she was curious about the familiar term [Dream Patrol Family], but truly encountering it was a first.
It is said that they hold meetings in dreams, exchanging secrets that cannot be mentioned in reality.
She was quite curious, what on earth would they talk about?
"Welcome, everyone, to the meeting again." A voice opened.
"Sigh." Another voice raised a topic: "No trace for so long, yet we were still discovered..."
"Had that one chosen to hide in the Spiritual Dream-Maker’s dream, or poisoned Noel Agnini, there wouldn’t be so many issues. We wouldn’t have been discovered either." A voice said.
"Who let him..." A voice trembled slightly, mostly out of respect: "Choose to plunge into the sea themselves?"
"We’re not his enemies, at least I admire them much." A new voice said.
"That’s your idea, others may not. Some people just like to oppose, just can’t stand the great Savior, just feel it’s fake, there’s nothing to be done." Another voice said.
Mizushima Kawa Sora observed closely, finding these people existing within mirrors, not as entities.
... How do these people know so much? What do these words mean? Mizushima Kawa Sora held her breath and focus, feeling these [Dream Patrol Family] are not as ordinary as rumors say, clearly, they are not viewing from the perspective of locals from Luowasha!
Even somewhat like another batch of players...
No, that’s too absurd. How could another batch of players pop out suddenly?
Mizushima Kawa Sora tried to communicate with Grandpa-in-a-pocket, but found he did not enter the dream.
She clasped her hands together, deeply breathing, striving to listen to their exchange.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice that struck straight to her soul:
"... I still hope they succeed."
Mizushima Kawa Sora abruptly looked, seeing in a mirror the reflection of a slender figure with a birthmark on the wrist, the mirror’s fog blurred the face of this woman, revealing strands of rose-red long hair.
Her heart skipped a beat, almost wanting to rush over and fiercely embrace this person. But reason told her, how could it be Mizushima Haru sitting here?
The sister was already dead, unquestionably.
But the Tenth World God had mentioned before, in different worlds, indeed, there could be people nearly identical in appearance. But in any case, they wouldn’t be an old acquaintance.
Mizushima Kawa Sora squeezed her fists tightly, listening calmly, yet her gaze never left the woman with red hair.
Until she heard them say:
"Tomorrow, when the Luowasha people press the red button, we’ll altogether move over."
"I really want to go over and have a look."
"Many among us have already gone over, haven’t they? Some seem to be called... Bai Chun and Aisudani! Bai Chun seems to have embraced dozens of lovers already, truly envious."
"I’m very loyal, I only adore that one. I really want to hug him."
Soon, various eyes turned towards Mizushima Kawa Sora.
"Aisudani, you’ve been over there for a while, how’s it going?" A voice said.
... So, Aisudani was also a member of this group. Mizushima Kawa Sora thought for a moment, dismissively said: "Just the usual."
She vaguely realized, these people were entities beyond Luowasha, could be referred to as "they."
She fell into silence, twirling her fingers, her mind raced with chaotic thoughts.
...
"The whole world should like me, love me, care for me."
"Your lack of love for me is your original sin."
Bai Chun sneered as she looked at Su Ming’an:
"Farewell, brother, you have no popularity, until ’now’ no one stayed for you. You should die."
She commanded several lovers to rush up, hacking towards Su Ming’an.
Su Ming’an, expressionless, raised his palm.
He no longer wished to consider Bai Qiu’s character setup, for he realized, the cold breath on the nape of his neck was not from the system but a lifeform.
The system wouldn’t breathe like that. As long as it wasn’t the system, there was nothing to fear, he could fully confront it.
"Boom——!!!"
Violent spatial fluctuations erupted, no need to restrain strength, just one strike, the room burst into pieces, figures lunging forward fell to the ground.
Blood spread, flesh flew, Su Ming’an’s boots lightly stepped through the pool of blood.
His gaze was extremely cold, as if he was looking at a mouse.
"You, you, you..." Bai Chun trembled pointing at Su Ming’an: "You’re not Bai Qiu at all, what exactly are you..."
Su Ming’an stretched out his palm, instantly grasping her throat, lifted her.
His gaze was extremely cold, eyes devoid of emotion.
"Speak."
"Who exactly are ’they’? Why did you previously have no traces, why do you think the world must revolve around you?"
"Don’t waste time talking nonsense with me, you say one lie, and I will take one of your fingers." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
"No matter how powerful you are, can possess Bai Chun, can make dozens of Luowasha’s Heavenly Pride dizzy for you, you’ll still feel pain."
"And I have countless familiar means to make you beg for death. I was once very skilled at... interrogation and torture."
He originally thought such means would no longer be needed, that the subsequent worlds wouldn’t require such violent methods.
Unexpectedly, there were still people who liked to come knocking with malicious intent, causing the death of countless people.
