Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1508 - 13: Dream Patrol Family
Bai Chun trembled, glared resentfully at Su Ming’an, and suddenly showed a superior smile:
"...Very good, so cold and heartless, so handsome, it feels like your character is back, I’m drawn to you again, Bai Qiu. Among all my lover collections, I could rank you in the top three... I will collect more of your SSR cards."
She suddenly leaned back, her neck forming an impossible arc, then with a "crack," she actually twisted her own head off, defying common sense.
Su Ming’an shook off her body and wiped his hands.
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[You have received (a letter carried by Bai Chun)]
[Mr. Bai Qiu:]
[Impressed by your unmatched Creation Talent in Luowasha, we from the "Dream Patrol Family" sincerely invite you to join us.]
[Join us, and you will uncover the hidden truths of the Universe.]
[If you are willing, please reply promptly. If you have no desire to join, we will send someone to replace you within three months.]
[Your sister may also be replaced by us... Oh, it’s worth mentioning that the one replacing your sister is a woman who enjoys romance a great deal, and she will see many handsome men and women as lovers, perhaps even setting her eyes on you.]
[I suppose, Mr. Bai Qiu, you wouldn’t want your sister to become like that.]
[We eagerly await your response.]
[Don’t attempt to find us; we are the unseen to you.]
[Awaiting your good news, a member of the Dream Patrol Family]
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...So "they" are also known as the "Dream Patrol Family," finally knowing what to call them.
Su Ming’an, holding the letter, suddenly heard a voice from outside the window: "What a pity Bai Qiu didn’t accept the invitation then."
The newcomer was a white-haired young man, wearing a scarlet paper sail hat, leaning on a blood-red crescent scythe. His eyes were narrowed into slits, and his full cheeks made his smile look harmless, with red lips and white teeth.
Su Ming’an had seen this young man before.
Bairan, the Death Cantor, who once claimed to present Sique "the most beautiful visage of death" and greatly enjoyed others’ slaps and insults.
"Are you here to help Bai Chun, or Bai Qiu?" Su Ming’an said calmly.
Bairan gave an ambiguous smile, bouncing off the windowsill. He carried a strong aura of death, and where he stepped, crimson Manzusha Flowers bloomed. His gaze landed on the letter in Su Ming’an’s hand, and he spoke slowly:
"Putting together Bai Qiu’s previous diary, the truth is obvious: the original Bai Qiu was a Luowasha person with an extremely high Creation Talent, but he was targeted by the ’Dream Patrol Family’. Bai Qiu refused to join them, leading to his replacement."
"Fortunately, the one replacing Bai Qiu was a moderate member of the ’Dream Patrol Family’. He didn’t do anything extreme. Upon learning that many from the ’Dream Patrol Family’ would descend at the first Creator Conference, to stop them from disrupting Luowasha, he formed ’Hand of Destiny’.
"During this time, sister Bai Chun was replaced by a woman from the Dream Patrol Family and became particularly amorous, indulging in love every day.
"Before the Creator Conference took place, the one who had replaced Bai Qiu was pulled back, making you the third owner of this body."
Bairan explained the situation in a few words. With a flick of his fingers, a Golden Needle popped out, shattering a nearby mirror, leaving only an empty wooden frame.
"Well then, now you won’t be harmed for violating Bai Qiu’s character." Bairan smiled, taking off his paper sail hat, and bowed slightly.
Su Ming’an touched the back of his neck, indeed not feeling the chilly air. Indeed, once the character was violated, the punishment was not given by the system but by "them." Bairan’s breaking of the mirror seemed to temporarily isolate "their" method of inflicting harm.
The mirror is "their" weapon?
"I’m not familiar with you; you’re not here just to clarify things for me, are you?" Su Ming’an said.
"...Of course not." Bairan crouched down and took a small mirror from Bai Chun’s body, shaking it: "I just want this, the rest is up to you."
"Let me take a look." Su Ming’an said bluntly, using puppet threads to snag the mirror.
Bairan didn’t forcefully take it back, casually shrugging.
Su Ming’an stared at the mirror, it appeared to be just an ordinary mirror.
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"Ding Dong!"
[You have obtained an image of the Supreme Lord (1/6)!]
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At that moment, he suddenly saw a person in his mind.
That person had jade-like green eyes mixed with dark tones, and an ordinarily symmetrical face, with balanced features, not too high nor flat nose, medium-thick lips, plain and unremarkable, completely unnoticeable in a crowd.
...Is this the image of Supreme Lord Tosolius?
It’s not a face like Lü Shu’s, seems like the Universe doesn’t follow formulas.
The system indicates "(1/5)," so this is one-fifth of the image, the remaining four-fifths are probably the parts below the Supreme Lord’s head?
"Oh, I used to hide the Supreme Lord’s image here, huh," Little Liujin remarked in surprise.
"Great Emperor, do you know of ’their’ existence?" Su Ming’an asked in a low voice.
"Who knows! A bunch suddenly emerged, like Deus ex machina; if the Supreme Lord observed such inexplicable plots, it would definitely rant, for it’s the Space-time Record Body it most admires." Little Liujin gleefully remarked. Although it lost its memory, it still remembered much of the common sense.
Su Ming’an picked up the mirror.
"Mirror..." Su Ming’an gazed at the mirror in his hand, suddenly tensing.
Mirror!
Luowasha’s full name is "Luowasha·Mirror of Creation"!
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"Ding Dong!"
[You have triggered Reasoning Mode.]
[Clue One·Mirror: You know that ’they’ are closely connected to mirrors.]
[Clue Two·Mirror of Creation: You recall that Luowasha’s full name is "Luowasha·Mirror of Creation."]
[Clue Link!]
[Formed Hypotheses One: "Mirror of Creation" is directly related to "them"!]
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[Information Completeness: 30%]
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"This thing..." Su Ming’an held the mirror.
Before he could speak, Bairan shrugged: "If you want it, it’s yours." He placed his hands behind his head, leisurely walked out the door: "This is Bai Chun’s room, aren’t you going to search it?"
"Do you want to help me?" Su Ming’an asked. Bairan seemed to know a lot.
"Hehe... I help no one; I only care about deals." Bairan spread his hands and smiled: "Bai Chun previously asked me to take her life these days, according to our agreement, I came to find she had already been killed by you, so I have nothing to do."
"Bai Chun wants you to kill her?" Su Ming’an had a sudden realization. No wonder Bai Chun didn’t show any fear earlier; she wanted to die all along.
"That’s right, she calls this behavior... ’Death Escape’?" Bairan thought for a moment. "She said she wanted to stage a tragic drama of life and death, so her relationship with the male lead could dramatically deepen in the future... I don’t care how she wants to handle her love life. I only handle the transaction. She pays me, and I deliver her death. That’s the responsibility of the [Death Cantor]."
Su Ming’an took a deep breath and stepped into Bai Chun’s room, searching thoroughly.
Under the sunlight, the yellowish desk was filled with cosmetics, skincare products, handmade cookies, and Valentine’s Day chocolates, all exuding the atmosphere of love. As for the mechanical parts the original Bai Chun loved, they had long been thrown into a corner by the new Bai Chun.
The original Bai Chun’s dream of becoming a mechanic, those mechanical parts she cherished like her life... in the eyes of the new Bai Chun, they were merely tools for romantic interest, to chat about mechanical knowledge with a boyfriend/girlfriend and show her sophistication, to heat up their relationship.
The engineering diagrams on the wall had been replaced by love photos filled with pink bubbles, and the advanced engineering books filled with notes at the bedside had been swapped out for "How to Make a Man Fall in Love with You," "A Sweet Woman’s Self-Cultivation," and "Read This Book to Make Your Girlfriend Absolutely Devoted to You"...
Su Ming’an frowned at just one glance, feeling physically unwell. As he rummaged through Bai Chun’s room, he found various handmade desserts, romantic Polaroids, love-themed potted plants, and movie ticket stubs...
Finally, he found a stack of what looked like handwritten papers.
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"Ding-dong!"
[You have acquired (Bai Chun’s Love Album)]
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Su Ming’an opened it, initially thinking it would be some confidential letter. After a few glances, the contents left him dumbfounded.
"This..."
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[Haha, ever since arriving in Luowasha, I’ve encountered too many low-quality men and women. Each of them is so full of themselves, it’s ridiculous. (eye-roll doodle.jpg) Seriously, now any Tom, Dick, or Harry can come out with a character setting! Please, can you stop using industrial saccharin to fool me? These people’s shining points, what trashy scraps were they carved out of?]
[That Hui Bai, ha, outwardly a gentleman of unparalleled elegance, but that "unintentional" black lotus smile is faker than my selfies! The moment I saw him, I knew he was no good; blocked, blocked.]
[Today I met a blue-haired boy who held a scythe to my neck and said, "If you move again, I’ll kill you." Who knows what kind of twisted personality molded him? An over-the-top kid with nothing but his sister on his mind—has he been weaned? I can’t be bothered to reform this awkward oddball.]
[Even more frightening is that white-haired mute loli suddenly morphing into a yandere mature woman—what is this new operation? I’ve not fallen so low as to like a split-personality doll, ha. Suggest you go check into a psychiatric ward.]
[Simply laughable, that purple-haired youth was clearly spying on me, yet grandiosely calls it "observing humanity"? Seems pretty smart, just has to have a mouth. This kind of bait on a hook tsundere is what people played with centuries ago, okay? Hilarious, who even likes tsunderes nowadays.]
[Humph, there’s really no high-quality men and women, they make me sick. Only someone like Bai Qiu, the cold-type handsome guy, barely catches the eye. I purposely fell into his arms, and he nonchalantly pressed a pen to my shoulder and said, "Keep your distance, you’re noisy"... Ha, once I change the medicine’s formula and pretend to be gravely ill bedridden, then you’ll be tending me night and day. Quit acting like some lofty flower on a mountain top; it’s truly a joke. I indulge you because I like the aloof type; eventually, I’ll train you to be a loyal dog.]
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Su Ming’an stared blankly at these pages.
It felt like he had stumbled into the relationship gossip section of a world forum, filled with viewers’ sharp critiques on whether top-ranked players were suitable for romance. Notably, Su Ming’an’s ranking was not high, the reason being "he seems likely to die young," while Lu was ranked highest because "dating someone with high emotional intelligence is comfortable."
Su Ming’an usually ignored such things. Bai Chun’s style of language really resembled player-like sharp critiques, even if others had no interest in her, she still assessed them from the vantage point of her own aesthetics.
At this moment, combined with Bai Chun’s previous words, "I’ll collect more of your SSR cards," Su Ming’an immediately realized how to describe Bai Chun’s attitude toward Luowasha.
—She treated this place like a romance game!
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["...Great, so cold and ruthless, so handsome. Feels like your character setting has returned, I’m infatuated with you again, Bai Qiu. Out of all my lover albums, I can rank you in the top three." Bai Chun showed a smug smile.]
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Ranking lovers in her heart, this is clearly a player mentality. In real-life relationships, one doesn’t categorize their loved ones.
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["You used to be the cold and aloof type I loved, but you’ve become not at all aloof." Bai Chun tilted her head and smiled:]
["When I love you, I am utterly devoted, passionately. But I feel you’ve not met my expectations, now... I hate you to the bone, your every trait and quirk make me loathe you, I just want to stomp you deep into the abyss."]
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Wanting to exalt a character when you like them, but losing interest and even wanting to crush them when the passion dies off, is also a clear player mentality. People in real life are complex and ever-changing. It’s impossible that if a friend’s personality changes and doesn’t meet your expectations, you would wish them dead.
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["You don’t love me; that’s your original sin."]
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Bai Chun’s statement was even more...
In her view, this was like the love game of a galgame.
Characters in a romance game not loving the female lead, in Bai Chun’s eyes, isn’t that their "original sin"?
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Su Ming’an took a deep breath.
There aren’t many overly aggressive players like Bai Chun who disrespect characters, but they do exist.
But the problem is, this is the real world, not a game. The people here aren’t just characters for Bai Chun to immerse herself in.
She recklessly altered medicine ingredients just to maintain the sickly beauty persona, as if in a game, she cared not one bit about the deaths of irrelevant people. "The hero’s wrath for his beauty" is touching indeed, but how innocent are the civilians caught in the crossfire?
She usurped Bai Chun’s identity, smashed Bai Chun’s dreams, turning a child who aspired to be an engineer into someone with a broad romantic fixation.
When she just lost her head, it probably wasn’t real death, but more like "exiting the game."
For someone like her, who views the world as a game, the group she belongs to, "they," has another name — "Dream Patrol Family"! Just like that concept from the World of Old Days.
Of course, Luowasha and the World of Old Days have been proven not related, the term "Dream Patrol Family" is just conceptually similar. Bai Chun’s positional rank isn’t necessarily higher than Luowasha’s; she might just be good at hiding or wandering.
Dream Patrol Family, Dream Patrol Family...
Su Ming’an carefully pondered this term.
At this moment, Su Ming’an suddenly remembered that the Shitposter Demon has three followers: one called "Fairy Tale Guardian," another "Shitposter," and another, called "Player"!
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"Ding-dong!"
[Clue Three · Dream Patrol Family: You’ve learned that "they" have another name called "Dream Patrol Family."]
[Clue Four · Player: You remember that the Shitposter Demon’s follower is called "Player," and the concept of "Player" is very similar to "Dream Patrol Family," viewing the world as a game!]
[Clue Connection!]
[Forming Inference Two: "They" are directly related to the Shitposter Demon! The final secret of Luowasha actually originates from the first Luowasha person you’ve seen, the Shitposter Demon!]
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[Information Completeness: 50%]
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"Did you know, the first time I saw Bai Qiu, I didn’t see him in person." Bairan inserted his hands into his pockets, suddenly smiling:
"At that time, he was an SSR card."
"The name of the card pool was called Luowasha."
