Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1511: Final - : Sea Crossing Arc [16] - "The Rain Has Come.

Chapter 1511: Final Chapter: Sea Crossing Arc [16] - "The Rain Has Come.

Lü Shu sat at the table.

In his hand, he held a letter lined with gold.

...

[To Lü Xingdong:]

[We are very pleased with your appearance and traits, and have prepared the truth you desire. Tonight at eight o’clock sharp, garden villa No. 7, East District Plangres Street, we welcome your arrival.]

...

"Cuckoo, cuckoo." The wall clock chimed as it struck the hour, and the black blade was gripped, as the white-haired youth in black strode out the door.

Lü Shu lowered the deep gray bowler hat, the arc of the black attire cutting through the air, the night street full of tourists, his figure like an invisible ghost.

Knocking thrice, the gilded door opened wide, under the circular glass skylight, the red carpet resembling fresh blood.

Behind a long table, a middle-aged man with frost-white temples sat, frowning, yet appearing friendly. His hairstyle was exquisite, his attire meticulous, his deep-brown eyes sharp with incongruence. Beside him stood people dressed as servants, their gaze hiding blades.

"Vivian." Lü Shu partially unsheathed his blade, aware that this man was the conspirator wreaking havoc behind the scenes.

The middle-aged man, Vivian, smiled and gestured, "Lü Xingdong, I am aware of your youthful spirit and decisive actions, but perhaps you should finish reading this booklet before deciding."

The pages laid open, revealing some lines. Catching a glimpse of the words, Lü Shu halted his blade movement, flicked his fingers, sending a moth akin to a brown-yellow dead leaf fluttering out, returning with the booklet.

He opened the booklet:

...

[Lü Shu]

[Birthday: 03/21 Aries]

[Height: 182]

[Weight: 60]

[Classic quote: "You’re a good person."]

[Character rules: 1. Upon first meeting Su Ming’an in the World Game, recognize him as a good person. 2. Strong spirituality, capable of identifying others despite changes in appearance. 3. Instinctively reject Noel Agnini, believing him not to be a good person. 4....]

[First appeared under observation:]

[Su Ming’an turned back and saw a handsome young man, drooping eyelids at the road’s entrance, with a butterfly poised to fly at the young man’s fingertips.]

[Precisely taking a person’s life was a fully green mantis, with damage in an instant bursting out shockingly with a four-digit number, directly overflowing a man’s entire blood volume.]

...

Vivian’s finger tapped the table, as if awaiting Lü Shu’s response.

Lü Shu read the booklet with an expressionless face.

"Well?" A servant-like person spoke, "If you have doubts about this, we..."

His voice abruptly stopped.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

A blossom of fresh red, alluring, thorn-covered headless rose walked out silently from the shadows, lifting the lace skirt hem. Her neck pale, encircled by a ring of inexhaustible blood, countless thorns rose, piercing the legs of these people.

Lü Shu’s blade unsheathed half an inch, the flash of the blade slicing, hair at people’s ears equally severed, black, yellow, and brown strands floating down.

Only Vivian lit up with radiance, isolating Lü Shu’s attack, his deep brown and profound eyes calmly gazing at Lü Shu: "Even if we place the truth before you, do you choose to abandon thinking?"

"A mere booklet, some known information, a segment of baseless words, intending to pry at my foundation, wanting me to believe everything I’ve done thus far originates from some ’character rules’? To make me bow before you?" Lü Shu’s voice was cold: "Xiao Huang, make him leave."

The moth akin to a withered leaf fluttered, scattering corrosive yellow light dots. Vivian shook his head with pity-filled eyes: "Poor child, blind and deaf to such an extent." He sighed: "Our Dream Patrol Family has always been observers, not intending to intervene, but since you discovered us, we still plan to do something. You are very fortunate, your popularity is extremely high, I plan to save you before the ultimate destruction, though you cannot become one of us, at least open a new window for your dried-up soul, let you find a new sense of existence, lest you end up... digging graves and weeping in sorrow."

His palm contracted, radiance suddenly appeared, the entire person vanished from the spot.

The others immediately slit their own throats, leaving only dead bodies. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The headless rose gracefully walked past five corpses, raising the sole unconscious person, dropping them beside Lü Shu: "Vivian ran, the others have died the Death Escape, only this person scared into unconsciousness."

Lü Shu sheathed his blade, eyes cold.

"I have sealed this person’s nerves, he cannot move." The headless rose smiled: "We can find a quiet place... to interrogate where he comes from."

Half an hour later, Lü Shu wiped the blood scent off the blade edge.

He did not get complete answers, during the interrogation, as long as it involved key information, all his ears heard was a "beep—" masking sound, like watching a movie while seeing mosaics.

He walked out of the garden villa, breathing the air filled with lavender scent, closed his eyes.

"What’s wrong?" The headless rose walked to his side.

"Modesty." Lü Shu dazed for a while, slowly spoke: "Just now, the booklet said: ’The first time I saw Su Ming’an, I’d irrationally follow him, even recognize him despite everything.’"

The scarlet rose drooped, silent.

"This thing denies all my thoughts, all my intuitions, all my hesitations and inspirations, merely attributing all my actions to a few lines of text. As if when I see Su Ming’an, I must submit, when seeing Noel, I must argue, when seeing a BOSS, I must make others worry..." Lü Shu said: "My entire being has been disassembled into a few words: white hair, green eyes, Hanfu, black blade, mantis, butterfly, loyalty, persistence, tragic life, uncultured, nothing else."

"A person’s composition is not so rigid." Modesty said calmly.

"The booklet even described the scene of my first meeting with Su Ming’an, not the scene in my memory."

"The World Game didn’t happen only once, it might be one of countless times in Reincarnation." Modesty said.

"Hmm." Lü Shu sheathed his blade, his expression unchanged: "That’s why I had no hesitation in killing them, but it’s a pity Vivian ran."

Modesty lifted the skirt hem, slightly bowed, then pointed to the street, indicating the floating Reflection Spirit on the street.

"He didn’t run, look."

Tonight, the street remained lively, a Reflection Spirit’s screen broadcasting Nalan Court’s conference. On the screen, several unfamiliar faces bowed and apologized to the camera, claiming their inadequate protection of the Civilian Area caused today’s Underground gathering disaster.

The words dodged the scientific community and Creator Realm conflicts, avoided Vivian councilor and Sique Bai Qiu, shifting blame onto a group of ordinary government employees and personnel outside the system. They bowed deeply in apology.

Among them, Lü Shu saw a familiar figure.

That figure stood in the forefront, green eyes dim and numb, as though an enormous hand was pressing down on his spine.

"It was my misjudgment that led to the dispersal of manpower, resulting in insufficient protection for the Civilian Area. Here, I extend a heavy apology to all the families of the victims..." The voice bowed heavily.

Lü Shu watched in silence.

...Lü Shicheng, you reported Bai Qiu, thinking that would punish the butcher. But this butcher happens to be the leader of the new era, and compared to a brand new era, the deaths of hundreds of civilians are insignificant, even seen as necessary cornerstones... And you, with no background, just happened to become the scapegoat sent up at this time. With one sentence of "misjudgment," your guilt can cover many others’ responsibilities...

"Truly damnable, these people..." The onlookers murmured, some tried to throw rotten vegetables at the screen, stopped in time by the Hammer Iron Man.

"These people scheming against each other, what did the innocent commoners do wrong?" someone said angrily.

"They argue with a few words above, and many people below die because of it."

"This guy named Lü Shicheng, I’ve seen him before, quite a nice young man, it’s a pity he strayed off the path..."

Lü Shu watched silently as Lü Shicheng was taken away, the charge being "disturbing social order." Lü Shicheng did not defend himself. As he was taken away, he glanced back at the camera, seeming to gaze at Lü Shu from afar, with only a warning in his eyes.

He, Lü Shicheng, had done what he wanted to do, even if it was foolish. Whatever the outcome, let Lü Xingdong quietly live a happy and stable Knightly life.

Vaguely, Lü Shu saw Council Vivian among the government senators seated behind microphones, saw the proud facade under his sorrowful expression, and saw countless similar faces.

"He should have some kind of teleportation method; he was just here with us, and the next moment he appeared on camera..." Modesty said.

Lü Shu drew the Black Blade, wiping it once more.

The blade edge reflected his cold eyes.

...

At two in the morning, Su Ming’an returned to his room to rest.

He had walked the entire Royal City, identifying all the red circles marked by Clue Insight.

He learned of the events occurring on all sides, further refining his story, raising his overall score to 83. Meanwhile, he discovered the two factions within the "Dream Patrol Family."

People like Bai Chun, who act without any order, treating the world as a game and not caring how much chaos they cause, are called the "Shore Guard Faction." Whereas those like Bai Qiu, who came to this world to maintain order, even creating the Wheel of Destiny to kill the Dream Patrol Family for this purpose, are called the "Sea Crossing Faction."

Su Ming’an closed his eyes, intending to rest a while to face tomorrow’s decisive battle. Yet he heard a gentle knock on the door.

A head stuck in:

"Where do I sleep?"

It was the Secretary Shi Ying, still recording Su Ming’an’s every word and action.

Su Ming’an had no thought of pity, got up to lock the window, and then lay down to sleep. No one could disturb his rest.

Within half an hour, he heard the knocking on the window again, about to act, he saw another head.

It was a girl half-wearing a helmet, with black hair scattered, broad shoulders, somewhat coarse skin, silver-white gauntlets gently tapping the glass, her big dark eyes quietly gazing at Su Ming’an, without urging or urgency.

When Su Ming’an opened the window, her voice was calm:

"Bai Qiu, the person you wanted me to monitor before, I’ve been keeping an eye on him."

"It was Wu Yi who caused today’s disaster, likely aiming to take revenge on Sique."

"For tomorrow’s Creator Conference, do you need me to keep monitoring him, or should I protect you?"

Su Ming’an recognized the girl as Qianqin; it seems Qianqin was Bai Qiu’s friend in the Second Epoch. Or perhaps, this Qianqin was a participant in the Fourth Epoch, playing herself.

Thinking of the hidden threat Alger, he said, "Keep an eye on anyone suspicious tomorrow; he might be red-haired and skilled with fire. If no one fits this description, adapt as needed."

Qianqin nodded, said not a word, closed the window, and left.

Watching her back, Su Ming’an thought of her in the second Disciple Game, when she brought him to the safe room, her voice deep and her knuckles hard; he even thought she was a strong man.

He closed his eyes and fell soundly asleep.

Outside the window, Shi Ying clasped a pen in his mouth, sneezed, and shivered as he wrote down:

[2:32 AM]

[Bai Qiu met someone late at night, let her in, but not me.]

[Seems he likes those with a solid build, formidable presence, and great strength.]

...

In his dreams, Su Ming’an vaguely saw himself sitting on a hillside, watching the rain with another person.

"Chen Qingguang," he said, "this rain is not over yet."

The other person nodded.

The rain drizzled down persistently, never stopping.

...

AM.

Peach Blossom Valley.

"God! The Creator Conference is starting!" Tao’er hurriedly ran up the hill with a basket of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

The Ocean Angel, with coral ears, immediately stopped his breathing exercises.

Bei Wang was using his breathing methods to help restore this divine body to action; as long as he could return to the ocean, he considered the task complete. During this time, the osmanthus cake tribute from Tao’er, the only Believer, was indispensable. He accepted the cake, letting threads of the Power of Faith nurture and amplify within him.

"It’s a pity." Tao’er tiptoed, trying to see the scene of the distant Royal City: "The town is too remote, there’s not even a Reflection Spirit broadcast. I really want to see how lively it is there..."

Bei Wang used his Divine Thought to sense the location, then reached out and drew a Water Mirror.

Moments later, the Water Mirror reflected the live scene of the Royal City.

Flags flew, luxurious attire filled the streets.

Pairs of angel wings parted the clouds, broad dragon wings of the Dragon Clan broke the air, and creators representing different styles entered one by one, the streets crowded with heads.

On the arcuate audience stand, Bei Wang saw a young man with white hair and red clothes, wearing golden glasses, his red clothes as crimson as blood, exuding a rare youthful fervor.

"It’s like this person is appearing in such a manner for the first time, like a young man determined to win the championship on a competition stage. He always appeared as the first before..." Thoughts swirled in Bei Wang’s mind. Then he looked up at the dense clouds.

"Looks like it’s going to rain..." he thought.