Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1510: Finale · Voyage Across the Sea [15]: "They Are in the Depths of the Sea.
Fortunately, Bai Chun knows fear.
Otherwise, Su Ming’an really feared that when he pushed open Bai Chun’s door, he would not be greeted by handsome men and beautiful women caring for her, but by some strange scene.
He blinked, immediately recalling an event at the start of his instance.
...
[Su Ming’an heard noises from the rooms on both sides. He listened at the crack of the door and instantly moved away as if electrocuted.]
[...What kind of castle is this, saving people in broad daylight...]
...
At that time, he subconsciously avoided looking inside to see what was going on.
But the issue is, even if there was indeed that kind of scene inside, he should have taken a look. This was his first exploration of Luowasha; the structure of biological bodies, who would openly do such a thing in broad daylight, whether the people inside had any connection to the Red Tower Princess... all these were necessary information.
If by chance he caught someone having an affair, it might turn out to be useful information later on.
However, Su Ming’an avoided it subconsciously. Clearly, such an event occurring in broad daylight within the Royal Court was very unusual, and it was the first event to happen before him.
"Is this a rule that constraints ’them’, or a rule that constraints us?" Su Ming’an pondered and asked, "Or is it an inherent rule of the universe, like the existence of the Master of the End of All Things?"
"I suspect it relates to the Narrative Anchor Point," Tian Yu’s voice was cold, "Whomever the Narrative Anchor Point falls upon, that person cannot violate the rules. Just like whomever the camera is pointed at, that person cannot do anything prohibited."
"Understood." Su Ming’an had a thought in mind. Next time he encounters a defiant ’Dreamwalker’, he plans to induce him into deliberately doing something unapproved and then see what the consequences will be.
After a round of discussion, time was nearing its end.
Throughout, they did not mention identifying demons; they were just exchanging information, probably making the Supreme Lord very anxious.
Finally, Su Ming’an said solemnly:
"There is one most important thing."
"We came here, to the memory of the First Disciple Game."
"But the issue is, ’they’ are not contained within the scope of Luowasha, but are people from the Outer Realm. So, if ’they’ truly descend successfully tomorrow, I’m afraid this will no longer be just a memory."
"After all, I truly conversed with the Supreme Lord in the dream. He is not an illusion simulated by memory, but the real self. I think, ’they’ are the same."
The long table was silent, the candlelight burning faintly.
Number 6 was a middle-aged man with the stern demeanor of a soldier. He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I will fully assist you in stopping ’them’, Lord Olivius, even if it requires sacrificing our lives."
Su Ming’an’s gaze fell on Noel.
Noel must have guessed Su Ming’an’s goal—to become the champion, acquire the image of the Supreme Lord, to threaten the Supreme Lord to help Luowasha fight against the Master of the End of All Things, achieving the perfect ending with minimal sacrifice. If Noel wants to succeed, he must stand opposed to Su Ming’an, helping ’them’ descend, leading to Su Ming’an’s failure.
However, Noel said nothing; he only smiled and nodded.
"I am the ’Death Singer’, in other words, a good guy with a gun," Liu Chongping said, "If Lord Olivius needs to kill anyone, just let me know."
Su Ming’an stared at Noel for a moment, then shifted his gaze, saying slowly, "When needed, I will let you know."
Liu Chongping nodded.
"Dang—" a bell rang once.
The mist cleared, the ancient castle dimmed.
When Su Ming’an opened his eyes again, it was already afternoon.
"Yo, back already?" The white-haired youth sat on the desk, casually flipping through Bai Chun’s love diary. Beside him stood someone with long black hair, possessing a sinister charm, gender ambiguous, appearing outrageously cool and domineering, dressed like death.
When Su Ming’an participated in "The Last Supper" segment, the time outside was still flowing normally. From Bairan’s perspective, Bai Qiu stood there dazed for a long time.
"Who’s this beside you?" Su Ming’an looked at the outrageously cool and domineering person beside Bairan.
"This is... my lover." Bairan’s brows showed rare tenderness, "I often flirt with death, but I never fear death. Because ’He’ will always save me at the critical moment, and many people I meet are actually fragments of ’Him’."
...Isn’t this Bairan’s future Golden Finger?
Su Ming’an was speechless for three seconds, then said, "This person should be a ’Dreamwalker’ as well."
Such an unclear and particularly abrupt person immediately looks like a Dreamwalker.
"Yes, but ’He’ is different from Bai Chun. ’He’ respects me a lot and respects this world." Bairan put down the manual, "I have a request. If you want to drive away all the Dreamwalkers, please leave ’Him’. ’He’ has not done anything outrageous. As for the reward, what do you want? ...By the way, you can slap me as you wish, however you want to do it."
Seeing Bairan’s vaguely expectant gaze, Su Ming’an couldn’t help but doubt whether this was punishment or reward.
"I cannot promise." Su Ming’an said.
No wonder Bairan never left; it turns out it was to protect his lover. However, Su Ming’an cannot make an exception because of that.
Bairan sighed, "Oh well, then I’ll just try my best to protect ’Him’."
As he was about to turn and leave, Su Ming’an asked, "In the beginning, why did you want Si Hua to have the most beautiful death? From what I know, Si Hua offended the Dragon Emperor, offended the Elf King, offended numerous people... but he doesn’t seem to have offended you."
Bairan paused for a moment.
For a brief moment, Su Ming’an saw that Bairan’s expression was not that crazed, insane smile, but showed a moment of composure and calmness, as if experienced and weathered.
But in the next moment, Bairan’s original smile returned to his face.
"He once took everything from me; it’s his fault that I turned out this way today." He slowly touched his cheek, "Gone."
He left Su Ming’an’s sight with his outrageously cool and domineering lover, their figures seemingly undulating.
And Su Ming’an did not rush to track the Dreamwalker, did not hurry to visit various forces, did not hurry to gather the various Players.
With a "click," he gently closed the window. He threw away pile after pile of love manuals and group photos on the wall into the trash bin, restored the mechanical parts and textbooks to their original places.
Then, he picked up Bai Chun’s blood-soaked body, went to the garden, dug up the soil and buried it, placed her favorite mechanical bird and her severed head together, the bird’s feathers seemingly caressing her.
He filled the soil, buried Bai Qiu’s letters in another mound, and created a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums with the "Immortal Talisman·New", pausing for ten minutes.
He put on Bai Qiu’s golden glasses, tidied Bai Qiu’s clothes, and with Bai Qiu’s voice and tone, said slowly:
"Goodnight, sister."
Then he shifted his gaze to another small mound where Bai Qiu’s letters were buried, removed Bai Qiu’s golden glasses, and with his own voice, said slowly:
"Goodnight, Bai Qiu."
I admire you for never yielding to the Dreamwalkers until the end when you were replaced by them.
You are the most popular Creator of today, yet your name is buried in the records of history, with only Si Hua shining brilliantly at the Creator Conference.
But I will remember your name, Bai Qiu.
...
After finishing all this, Su Ming’an left the residence, planning to meet Mo Chenqing, who was waiting at the door, to help change the medication ingredients back to save his daughter.
However, perhaps due to waiting for too long, Mo Chenqing was no longer outside, whereabouts unknown.
Su Ming’an took out the feathered pen, attempting to revert the drug ingredients, but he realized just before writing that it had been several months since Bai Chun had altered the drug components. Many new medications had since been produced, and if he changed it now, many drugs might undergo chemical alterations, even causing death to more patients.
After pondering, he decided not to make arbitrary modifications, planning to speak to Mo Chenqing again.
In the following time, he walked through the Red Tower Royal City, utilizing the Clue Insight mechanism to search for red circles everywhere, seizing more clues.
...
"Crunch, crunch, crunch," the faint sound of friction arose.
Yamada Machiichi opened his eyes groggily, feeling intense pain at the back of his head, causing him to grit his teeth in agony.
Right... he participated in the "The Last Supper" session, then returned to reality, intending to continue collecting stories in the Civilian Area with Sique, but as soon as he steadied himself, he was struck at the back of his head, losing consciousness.
...Damn it, who the hell is guarding him, he, Si Hua, hasn’t offended anyone, right?
He squirmed and found himself tightly bound, locked in a narrow cupboard, completely powerless. Considering that using skills might risk breaking out of character, he chose not to act rashly.
The gap in the cupboard door was large enough for him to see outside. He saw the sunset pouring through the window, realizing it was already evening, and he had been unconscious for so long.
On the ground was a television facing his direction, seemingly placed there for him to watch.
"...It’s all Sique! He, he purposely gathered so many people in the Civilian Area to promote cult ideologies! You all saw how tragic the scene was...!" On the screen was a dejected middle-aged man crying in front of the journalist’s camera: "And me...my daughter’s condition is worsening, all because Sique altered the drug component Aminoyariv, leaving her without treatment!"
The name below the screen read: ["Underground Assembly" Incident Victim·Mo Chenqing], followed by scrolling text: [The tragic incident of "Underground Assembly" occurring at noon today, with 89 dead, 128 injured. Reportedly, the convenor was the current hot "dark horse" Creator in the Royal City, Sique. Multiple witnesses testified it was the array Sique drew on site that left them powerless, life fading. If not for several council members arriving timely, the casualties would have been unimaginable...]
"Damn it! Throwing dirt on me!" Yamada Machiichi cursed in fury, but no one could hear him. Sique held the assembly to collect twelve stories to create the World Book, and the array was merely part of the book-entry ritual, with no cult propaganda! He must have been attacked while being knocked unconscious; someone deliberately engineered this incident to throw dirt on Sique!
Simply because Sique is a talented Creator!
Simply because the popularity of Creation threatens the vested interests of those in power!
Meanwhile, on screen, a pudgy, finely dressed congressman solemnly said: "We deeply regret such an occurrence. Reliable witnesses prove the mastermind behind the Civilian Area massacre is Bai Qiu, who is also a newly famous Creator. It seems that improper competition among Creators led to multiple tragedies unfolding..."
Council Vivian continued his tirade, listing various pieces of evidence in an orderly manner. Yamada Machiichi, seething with anger, almost wanted to smash the screen.
At the same time, a profound sense of sorrow washed over him.
Yes, it was he who testified Bai Qiu as the mastermind behind the Civilian Area massacre.
But he didn’t expect that his testimony not only failed to protect civilians but was exploited by these politicians as a tool to eliminate dissidents and expand factions!
Even led to them deliberately orchestrating a new massacre to throw dirt on Sique!
At that point, the camera captured the scene of the Underground Assembly. It was very quiet now, the once heated debates no more, only remnants of bloodstains, bodies covered with white sheets being dragged away, blood everywhere.
The camera cut to a hospital, where a young girl lay on the bed, covered in bandages head to toe, only her eyes, nose, and lips exposed.
She used to have beautiful white hair, but all that remained now was a bald head.
"Here is a victim of the incident, a young elf named Sitra, harmed by Sique’s drawn array. Now we inquire about her perspective on the incident." The journalist handed the microphone to the girl.
The girl seemed disoriented, her eyes blankly staring at the camera, repeatedly mumbling:
"I want...to go back...plant flowers, tend grass..."
"Mother tree, mom...I want to go home...I won’t write anymore, I won’t write anymore...I’ll work diligently..."
The journalist sighed, wiping tears as he said: "This child has already been devastated by the evil array, rendering her delusional. Sique is so cruel to commit such acts!"
Upon hearing this, Sitra’s gaze seemed to brighten slightly, striving to recover some clarity, she spoke:
"No...it wasn’t..." It wasn’t Sique who did it...
She was just about to defend Sique, but the camera cleverly cut away, her voice drowned in fragmented imagery, resembling cries beneath countless sheets of paper...
Yamada Machiichi suddenly remembered Sique’s words.
... 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
Talented individuals like myself may boldly pursue dreams, yet a slight storm could destroy the lives of ordinary people...
...
Sitra is an ordinary person, her life shattered like this.
She was once a beautiful elf, elegant in demeanor, harmonious in family. If she returned to planting flowers and tending grass, she could lead an exceptionally comfortable life. Just because she followed Sique in creation, she got caught in this affair, gravely injured, her beauty destroyed, even facing potential silencing.
The storm came... in an instant, destroying their hopes, their dreams, their lives...
At that moment, Yamada Machiichi heard voices outside the door.
"I...I did as you told! I slandered Sique, I said he was the one who altered my daughter’s drug, and I cooperated with you to cover today’s incident! You...you should honor your promise and save my daughter!"
This voice matched the crying man on the television, named Mo Chenqing.
Another voice echoed, somewhat casual and mocking: "Got it, got it, I’ll save her tonight, okay? Alright, sit outside for a bit, I have some business, don’t rush."
Then, the door opened, and a blue-haired youth walked in with a smile.
He looked straight at the wardrobe, smiling as he spoke:
"Si Hua...no, Yamada Machiichi."
"Apologies for involving you, my only goal is to ruin Sique’s reputation and bring him to the bottom. This matter isn’t related to you, bear with it for a while, once the matter concludes tomorrow, I’ll let you out."
"Originally, I intended to incite Mo Yan to kill you, making Mo Chenqing cover the truth to keep his son out of jail, but since Mo Yan refused, we could only directly massacre civilians to amplify the incident."
Seeing Wu Yi instilled a calmness in Yamada Machiichi, despite not knowing why Wu Yi resented Sique so much, he calmly probed: "What’s special about Mo Chenqing that you chose him?"
Yamada Machiichi had never heard of this person before, unaware who he was.
Wu Yi lightly raised his brows and shrugged, offering a surprising answer:
"He has no special qualities, just an ordinary person."
"Simply because, amid this storm, we randomly picked an ordinary person."
"Thus, he is lucky not to have lost everything like Sitra."
"And he’s unlucky, having handed his persona to demons just to save his daughter."
"You know, when we found him, he was standing outside Bai Qiu’s residence, waiting expectantly for something. Yet we told him it was Bai Qiu’s sister who altered the drug, Bai Qiu couldn’t help him."
"His old face turned astonishingly pale, resembling a crumpled lizard."
"On one side is the cold-hearted Bai Qiu, on the other a visiting official council member, choosing whom to trust wasn’t hard. He sobbed, knelt, begging us to save his daughter...Ah, the cries were truly heart-wrenching, a pitiful old father without dignity before the tides of the times, even grabbing onto a descending spider web which carried thorns."
"A middle-aged man easily deceived by shallow short-video culture. Official personnel need only say a few comforting words to fool him. Thus, he meekly appeared on television, stood in front of the camera, screamed heart-rendingly like a puppet."
"Heh...who knows what he’s crying about? Professionally fake crying or lamenting his own sorrowful life? Crying for his suffering daughter? Who knows."
Outside, slanting rain poured in.
Vaguely, countless cries could be heard inside and outside the screen...
"He’ll never know that if he waited a few more minutes, Bai Qiu would have come out from the house to save his daughter."
