Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1509 - 14: "They’re Not Here.

[Welcome back to the "Midnight Bell" segment.]

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Su Ming’an opened his eyes and saw the candlelit long table inside the ancient castle.

Beneath the sixteen layers of fog, people sat on chair cushions.

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[Please let the "Demons" begin the discussion.]

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The fog dissipated, and Noel number 2, Su Liujin number 5, and Alger number 8 all saw each other’s faces.

Su Ming’an looked at them, his mind recalling the recent events.

Destiny truly is a wondrous thing. Starting from the "Poison Wine Skirt of the Shitposter Demon," the first Luowasha person Su Ming’an encountered was Kasadia, and the final puzzle turned out to be Kasadia as well.

Indeed, it wasn’t dead.

Kasadia, the one who turned the Luowasha into a dangerous Otherworld, had tricked the Number One Player Hui Bai, tricked a billion Zhai Star Players, tricked the World Tree and Yijulai’er, and finally set another trap.

What could be its purpose? There’s no need to overthink, a High-dimensional being with "Shitposting" as Divinity, there’s no need to ponder its jokes.

But before Su Ming’an could delve deeper, the ancient castle segment began.

"...It’s been about half a day since the first ancient castle segment." Noel number 2 glanced at the clock on the wall, clasped his hands together, and spoke:

"My three demon teammates, I think you’ve all realized the essence of this ancient castle segment. It’s not meant for us to plot against each other and kill each other. The so-called ’Demon kills the human, the human catches the demon’ rules of the Werewolf Killing Game are actually just empty words."

"Because there’s no exile phase, even if someone finds out we’re demons, they can only try to kill us in the role-playing phase. But the question is, can they really kill us? None of us four are weak."

Alger number 8 lounged back in his chair, his eyelids drooping as he said, "Are you suggesting we rally the sixteen people to cooperate, disregarding identity differences?"

Noel nodded: "Yes. But I’m afraid the Luowasha people won’t cooperate. After all, for them, death is true death, and some people are determined to kill demons."

Alger chuckled softly, casually saying, "That’s easy, just slaughter all the Luowasha people among the sixteen, leaving only players, and then they’ll be united. Even if they know Su Ming’an is a demon, they won’t care."

They seemed to be ignoring the fact that there’s also a Luowasha person among the demons. Or perhaps, to them, a jellyfish with mediocre power posed no threat. This is why Noel asked early on if the demons could eliminate teammates. As long as the three demons were united, Su Liujin wouldn’t be an obstacle. Provided Su Liujin truly had no cards up his sleeve.

Su Ming’an quietly watched all of this; as long as he completed Bai Qiu’s mission, he would receive the "conversion of faction" reward. By then, he would become a good person, no longer sitting at the table with these two turncoats.

"...Su Ming’an, do you have any thoughts?" Noel looked over, blinking.

"I’m curious how you two can act the same as before, not feeling awkward at all?" Su Ming’an said calmly.

Alger shrugged indifferently. He had no sense of shame and naturally didn’t care about betrayal. He just honestly followed his desires.

Noel, however, showed a puzzled expression. He flicked his index and middle fingers as if trying to confirm Su Ming’an’s meaning, but Su Ming’an gave no response at all.

...Keep pretending, Noel Agnini.

...You are already in a state of light and dark unity, and you’re still pretending to be the pure and innocent Light Side Noel. Do you really think I’ll believe you have no Dark Side Noel in you?

Su Ming’an didn’t want to give these two more of his attention, so his gaze fell on Su Liujin, as if this place were a clear land.

The Jellyfish Emperor remained silent, showing no expression in the face of his own exclusion.

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[Four demons, please choose a target to attack.] The system voice sounded.

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Alger put down his crossed legs, stood up from his chair, folded his arms and looked coldly at the mottled ceiling:

"—Alright, alright, stop pretending, Supreme Lord, is pretending to be the system that interesting?"

Noel had long since realized this, and with a smile, stood up, looking up and saying, "Supreme Lord, do you really want to watch werewolf killing scenes? Haven’t you seen enough of the Fourth World and the Tenth World, arranging a level in the Disciple Game on purpose? But it’s a pity the situation is different now; we won’t fight to the death anymore."

Su Liujin also stood up, calmly saying: "Supreme Lord... must be the mastermind behind the Disciple Game. Just wait, I will eventually stand before you and seek revenge for all of this."

The three of them almost simultaneously reacted the same way.

Su Ming’an was slightly surprised; he didn’t expect that not only himself but also these three smart people quickly realized the true identity of the mastermind, and even retaliated against it. Indeed, there wasn’t a fool among them.

Teaming up with competent individuals is truly pleasant.

The ceiling remained silent, devoid of any response.

"Silence won’t work, we have already discovered you." Noel’s voice was gentle, his tone warm, as if reciting an epic poem, yet the words were aggressive, like a sharp blade: "You peek at all this from the distant universe, but you’re not content with solitude, meddling and manufacturing the Disciple Game, wanting everything to align with your view and expectation... But don’t you know a principle?"

His gaze was sharp, his blue eyes profound:

"’When a Reader tries to interfere with the story and manipulate character actions, they are already a failed Reader.’"

"Your High-dimensional way is ’Reading,’ is ’Keeping up,’ is savoring the mundane. Its principle requires you to observe but not intervene, empathize but not get lost. When you appear in the story, becoming the mastermind, having characters recite ’Supreme Lord Tosolius,’ you’ve already failed."

"Do you want me to keep reciting your name? Do you want me to continue polluting this pure story?"

Upon hearing this, Su Ming’an suddenly recalled that the Supreme Lord once said:

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["Go back, I don’t want to take up too much of the content, to steal the spotlight," the Supreme Lord said, "Don’t let my existence taint your Space-time Record Body."]

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The ceiling remained silent, with the Supreme Lord playing dead.

Alger directly raised his hand, sending a dark red fireball into the sky, smashing through the ceiling, and the crystal chandelier fell with a crash, shattering into pieces.

The void outside the ceiling was empty, revealing nothing.

"It should be using some attributes of the World Game to implant such a small instance." Noel withdrew his gaze: "We can’t threaten it personally for now, but it must adhere to the rules. If we win in the end, the champion will inevitably meet it, the mastermind."

Alger sat back down, tapping the table with his fingers: "Then let’s get this over quickly."

They didn’t attack anyone, and soon, this segment concluded.

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["The ’Midnight Bell’ session has ended, now entering ’Dining Time."]

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The mist receded, and sixteen people opened their eyes, looking at each other in confusion.

They were startled by the shattered glass chandelier on the table, and couldn’t help but wonder what the demons had just done.

Noel remained expressionless, reiterating his previous point, but didn’t reveal his demon identity, only asking everyone to help each other.

Player 13, a lively twin-tailed female player, immediately booed: "Does a traitor deserve to say such things? We’re not ganging up on you now because the rules don’t allow it!"

The other players also showed expressions of disgust, as if Noel was something filthy.

However, Player 5, Su Liujin, spoke up:

"No matter who brought up this point, it’s indeed correct. We must share information with each other."

"I have a question, have any of you encountered the concept of ’They’?"

The table was silent.

Su Ming’an nodded silently.

Destiny is truly mysterious. The first two forces he encountered [Hand of Destiny] and [Death Cantor] happened to be the only ones involved in the concept of ’They.’ The former wanted to kill ’They,’ while the latter was responsible for ’They’s’ death escape.

However, beyond that, there were no more traces of ’They,’ and the general populace still knew nothing about ’They’s’ existence, just as no one responded now.

At this moment, a somewhat timid voice arose:

"I... I might know something. I’m a trusted confidant of Council Vivian, and I overheard something." The speaker was Player 7, a spirited young man, looking a bit embarrassed.

Su Ming’an recognized him as Wang Xingkong’s high school classmate who had escaped from Mingxi campus with Wang Xingkong, named "Chen Yuhang"!

"Council Vivian? You mean the scientific faction councilor who took the blame for Bai Qiu?" Player 11, a lady with white hair draped over her shoulders, spoke with a cold voice. A blue gemstone hung on her forehead, and white feathers draped over her shoulders; she was Tian Yu.

"Yes, that’s him!" Chen Yuhang swallowed, seeing such a high-caliber beauty: "He often talks to the mirror, saying things like ’I sincerely welcome your arrival to change this stagnant class world and extinguish the cruel food chain!’ Isn’t this selling out the planet?"

"Where did such a group of people come from?" Player 10, Eni, showed a strange expression: "If you ask me, we should quickly collect energy and flee with the small world! Why care about them."

Actually, what Eni said made sense. ’They’ existing or not doesn’t affect Su Ming’an’s Savior path. Previously, if Su Ming’an chose to sacrifice himself to poison Noel, everything would have ended, and ’They’ would never have shown up. But Su Ming’an chose to keep going and get to the root of everything, thus discovering ’They.’

But being in the midst of it, he could no longer ignore it.

To avoid trouble, Su Ming’an didn’t say he was Bai Qiu, just described Bai Chun’s affairs. After some exchange, everyone summarized the information about ’They.’

First, closely related to mirrors.

Second, mostly hidden behind the scenes, with only a small portion possessing people, like quick travelers. They treat Luowasha as a romance game or other types of games.

Third, their mentality is just at the ordinary person’s level, easily impatient and easy to break down. Just like Bai Chun, her emotions are completely exposed on the surface, with no profound scheming.

"With such poor overall quality, I really don’t know how ’They’ could become stowaways ignoring world barriers. The High-dimensional I know are all deep thinkers and experienced. ’They’ are simply not worthy." Tian Yu frowned.

"Is there a possibility they are offspring of High-dimensional beings? Look, even Boss Rabbit can enforce impregnation." Yamada Machiichi had a sudden thought: "So ’They’ may have poor mentality but happen to be born in the universe."

"I don’t believe ’They’ are beings who can freely walk between universes; I incline more towards ’They’ being normal people living ordinary lives on their planets but having some way to influence Luowasha." Su Liujin tapped the table, her youthful face particularly serious: "Based on Su Ming’an’s account, didn’t Bai Chun mention ’drawing an SSR card’? Perhaps, in ’Their’ view, Luowasha people are just characters in a game plot, so despite their ordinary quality, they are so arrogant."

"Hmm." Chen Yuhang nodded vigorously: "Just like when we play computer games, sometimes we don’t consider the characters as people. We might even kill an NPC several times for an achievement or commit crimes intentionally to experience the jail plot."

Upon hearing this, Yamada Machiichi looked relieved: "Luckily, the ’Dream Patrol Family’ around Su Ming’an treats this place as a romance game, just engaging in normal romance activities, keeping things quite fresh. Even if the person they like rejects them, they just directly kill. In some of the games I’ve played... um, difficult to explain clearly, even more indescribable events could happen..."

Su Ming’an asked, "What kind of events?"

Yamada Machiichi immediately choked, coughing a series of muffled coughs, giving Su Ming’an a suggestive look, as if saying, "Do you really not understand or are you just pretending?"

Eni sneered: "I don’t believe Su Ming’an has never played."

Su Ming’an: "I haven’t played."

It was then Su Ming’an vaguely understood what Yamada Machiichi meant.

"What you worry about shouldn’t happen." Tian Yu said calmly.

"Why?" Yamada Machiichi asked, puzzled.

"Extremely violent, bloody, and... it won’t pass the review." Tian Yu said succinctly.

Suddenly, the long table fell silent.

Su Ming’an recalled that at the very beginning, he heard about "failing the review," a saying from the story of Sique creating Siyi.

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["Well then, you must bid farewell to Siyi," Qiao said. "They cannot be taken to the Royal Capital."]

["Why?" Little Sique didn’t understand.]

["Because anything involving matters below the neck, regarding male and female reproduction, is too controversial and won’t pass the review." Qiao said.]

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At the time, Su Ming’an didn’t think much about it, but now, realizing the existence of ’They,’ he sensed something amiss.

Who exactly is the reviewer?

Is it the World Tree?

Speaking of which, the World Tree supposedly has no wisdom. When it devoured Su Ming’an, it only said "delicious, love you, delicious, love you," words following instinct. Even Yijulai’er claimed it had no intelligence--then where did its wisdom, ability to read, score, review, even guide Su Liujin to become an Observer, come from?

Behind it, there was someone from the start.

Not the Royal, not the Gods, not the Supreme Lord, not the Master of the End, who else could it be?

The World Tree overlooks everything from above, scoring, reviewing, ranking, and hangs creations it’s dissatisfied with on the Thunder List... This attitude is eerily similar to ’Theirs.’

"They" shouldn’t have such privileges to control the World Tree, possibly just utilizing or guiding it.

"So even if Bai Chun wanted to do something outrageous, like imprison Bai Qiu and subject him to violence or even... cough, she still didn’t do it in the end, opting instead to just kill him." Su Ming’an’s cheeks flushed as he mused, "Turns out it was because she feared crossing that line."