Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1514 - 12: Noel Has Already Flown Away

[I teach you what it means to be a superman. Man is something that must be transcended. What have you done to transcend him?]

[Listen! I am the lightning that must often transcend itself! When I smash every coffin and gravestone, when I dance at the edge of cliffs, throwing rotten morality into the abyss—]

[Behold, in my madness resides wisdom clearer than all reason!]

[—Nietzsche, adapted from "Thus Spoke Zarathustra"]

...

All Living Beings converge.

The dark clouds churn an ashen vortex in the sky, as a clear day suddenly turns gloomy, descending a gentle drizzle like silvery sticky spider threads.

A black-haired youth stands amidst the twisted branches of the Elf Mother Tree, allowing the rain to soak his blood-stained brow. The towering red figure resembles a burning candle, twelve shadows sharp like knives.

The instant he uttered the world coordinates, the entire realm suddenly convulsed.

It was as if a crisp cracking sound emerged from somewhere, with a whispering thunder echoing deep within the clouds. The High Dimensions gazed at him, startled more than once by his audacity.

Using the reverse thinking of "Eternal Dawn" to forcibly die, he resisted the Radiant Mother God’s undying curse.

With the reverse thinking of "Ten Minutes Ago," he found the most suitable opportunity to land.

Summarizing universal rules from hundreds of Death Rebounds, he fought against the Radiant Mother God’s pursuit.

With Rule One, "Death Rebound points are often stuck just before Desperate Points," he artificially set "Desperate Points," using Rule Two, "two Death Rebound points are often spaced more than six hours apart" to reduce deviations and prevent premature Rebound Points, maintaining active control of Death Rebounds.

Realizing that his soul is an eternal "safe box," he utilized the Soul Authority of the Cloud City God with the Yellow Gemstone to achieve cross-cycle communication, connecting to another Solitary Island.

With four items representing symbolic significance, he established Su Rin’s ruthless finishing move, resisting the Radiant Mother God’s omnipresent surveillance.

Finally, the critical moment for Death Rebound originally at three in the morning, through a series of deliberate manipulations, was successfully moved to nine twenty in the morning.

When Su Ming’an opened his eyes after the Death Rebound, regardless of where his former self was before the Rebound, since he spent the entire early morning and morning in the Forest of Moonlight, he was inevitably beside Huan Jiala upon Rebounding!

Swapping time to replace space.

When all settled down, the air instantly became oppressive and sticky, under the blood-red light of melting candles, shadowy figures gradually emerged.

On May 31, 2025, at 9:20, Number One Player Su Ming’an, under the gaze of twelve Organizers, watched by a billion eyes, under numerous secretive stares, announced the world coordinates he should not have known.

The thirty-seven Players attending the meeting on screen, and the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room behind the screen, each showing different reactions and expressions.

Boss Rabbit’s deep and complex vermillion eyes, the child wearing a wreath of purple grape and olive leaves retracted their smile, the High Dimensions shrouded in black robes silently awaited, the Spiritual Dream-Maker placed their palm on the sword hilt at their waist.

Some Organizers, unable to be present, were merely soulless shadows, silently watching towards Su Ming’an’s direction.

Raindrops brushed against Su Ming’an’s upward chin, his expression stable, gaze focused, fearlessly returning the stare, the sharp and determined look seemed to say—

Ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to my stage.

...

"What is this? What did he announce...?" Mizushima Kawa Sora stared at the screen, mumbling with an unfocused gaze. She repeatedly rubbed the ring holding Grandpa-in-a-pocket, as if only then could she be at ease.

She actually knew what this represented, but subconsciously dared not think deeply about such an answer.

If so, if so, who did she lose to in the end?

"As expected." Lu tapped his knuckles on the table, confirming the long-held suspicion in his heart. He often felt Su Ming’an’s thoughts jumped, like a fingertip dancing across octaves on piano keys.

"What is happening? Why did Su Ming’an suddenly announce a string of numbers and draw attention from the Organizers?" Xiao Xiao was stunned; what is happening? Why do all the smart people at the table look as if they expected it? Is he really that dumb?

"Big brother..." Mo Yan also didn’t understand the situation but knew Su Ming’an was in great danger now.

Zhao Yuan, Yi Song, Lin Jiang, Anger, and others exchanged a glance, standing up simultaneously, preparing to act.

"Bang!" In the Main God World, United Group’s strategist Aishikel slammed the table: "I knew it, I knew it... since the one with Authority isn’t Noel Agnini, it can only be..." He quickly calmed down, adjusted the earpiece: "Have Jonathan fully cooperate with Su Ming’an, and also prepare the 12,782nd batch of Casual Players for deployment!"

At the Yangtze River Military Camp, Yang Changxu cleaned his gun barrel, dressed neatly, ready to deploy again. Suddenly, he heard a wave of exclamations around him.

His comrades stopped their training, all looking toward a direction, where a live broadcast screen hung long-term.

"This scene looks a lot like when Noel announced the Dawn Code!" The buzz-cut Captain exclaimed excitedly.

"Last time Noel took the blame for Su Ming’an, do you think this time Su Ming’an’s taking the blame for someone else?" A robust man speculated.

"I still can’t see how they did it, can’t figure it out for the life of me..." A crew-cut younger man scratched his head.

"What are you all saying, I’m completely clueless."

"Check out the analysis on the World Forum more often, you dummy!"

Yang Changxu shouldered his gun barrel, looked towards the teleportation gate to Zone 12, watching team after team of Players enter the gate, the white halos flashing incessantly, more dazzling than lights.

Yang Changxu flicked his finger, ignited the lighter, brought it to his mouth, and took a deep draw. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The ghostly fire flickered under the eaves.

"Phew..."

A heavy rain is imminent.

...

In her personal space, He Yuan, holding Su Ming’an’s various merchandise, suddenly spat out milk tea.

She stared in shock at Su Ming’an’s live broadcast, rubbing her eyes forcefully, to make sure she wasn’t mistaken.

"Announcing a string of numbers and bringing in the Organizers, could it be..." She was dumbfounded, clutching her hair, writhing like a maggot: "It’s real! We usually spread rumors on the forum, never thought he actually has it! And publicly revealed it! Ahhhh!"

She immediately opened the World Forum and group chats, finding them completely blown up with messages flooding in continuously.

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[(Hot) Earlier, you insisted the one with Authority was Noel Agnini, were you helping conceal or genuinely didn’t see it?]

[(Hot) Possible consequences of Su Ming’an’s public admission...]

[(Hot) Analyzing works like Stone Gate, Magic Circle, Cold Cicada, and other reincarnation series, this post lists methods of using similar abilities, on how we can assist the Number One Player...]

He Yuan took a deep breath, feeling parched, her heart racing: "Big things are happening, this is definitely going to be big..."

...

"Tap! Tap! Tap!" In the New World Guild, the Forging Master Seruo was hammering a longsword. The blade was smooth, akin to amber.

Outside, the rain began to fall gently, and it was unclear which mischievous child was playing with the weather system of the Main God World.

A young girl with black hair sat on a high stool, chewing on a blade of grass, mumbling: "What’s this sword called?"

"Amber Knife 217." Seruo slowly lowered the forging hammer, his eyes profound.

"Heh." The girl sneered: "Putting on children’s clothes, does that make one a child again? Forging an identical sword, does that bring back the past?"

"Xiao Tang, do you think..." Seruo lowered his head, tapping the blade: "Should I not have given the boots to the guild leader back then?"

The guild leader gave boots to Su Ming’an in the Seventh World, and from then on, it seemed things went wrong. They were never meant to walk the same path. Today, the New World Guild’s doors are tightly shut, with angry players often banging at the door, shouting for the ball-selling traitor Noel Agnini to die.

Xiao Tang remained silent, voiceless.

At that moment, a little girl with pigtails ran over.

"Uncle Seruo, Sister Tang! There’s a big problem!"

"Call me brother!" Seruo shouted sternly: "Yaya, what’s the matter?"

Yaya giggled: "It’s that brother whom the sisters often call their husband. He uttered a string of numbers nobody understands, and then the villains came. The comments say something about ’Time,’ something about ’Authority.’ It must be a big deal! The uncles and aunties outside are all talking about it!"

Seruo exchanged a glance with Xiao Tang.

Seruo’s expression changed, slapping his thigh: "It’s bad! It’s bad!"

Xiao Tang hopped off the high stool, looking agitated: "It’s bad! It’s bad! How were we discovered!"

At that moment, Seruo suddenly recalled encountering a kingfisher before the Eleventh World began, a bird that spoke in Noel’s voice:

[If... during the Eleventh World, something gets exposed, go check the storage room in my room.]

At this moment, Seruo realized that this referred precisely to the present!

Could the guild leader have predicted even this? The guild leader’s legacy foresaw everything... bah! What legacy! The guild leader isn’t dead yet!

Seruo immediately went to a residence in the villa area, opening the door. This was where Noel often stayed alone, having given Seruo temporary access.

The room was lined with photos of children on the walls, perishable sweets were stored in the fridge, and a few unfinished block toys remained on the table. In the garden, a gigantic plush crow modeled after Yinke stood, where Noel occasionally rested when tired.

Vibrant sunflowers climbed up the walls; Noel enjoyed the spring-like atmosphere filled with energetic growth, flowers, and leaves winding through the wall’s cracks, ceiling hooks, and fragmented stones.

Seruo unlocked the storage room, inside a dimly lit space, a long red carpet rolled up, scattered gemstones lay in boxes in the corner, and glass cabinets held relics Noel once carried from his parents. The most eye-catching was a mechanical kingfisher on the desk.

"Hmm... this bird must be the guild leader’s messenger tool. I remember the guild leader didn’t return before the Eleventh World started; could this be Dieying’s item..." Seruo suspected deceit but trusted that the guild leader, being so wise, wouldn’t be tricked by Dieying, thus walked over confidently: "The guild leader’s intention must be for me to activate this?"

Noticing a switch on the kingfisher’s belly, he reached out to twist it, and instantly the bird came alive from its mechanical body, opening its bright eyes.

It looked at Seruo, then zipped out of the window.

"Sigh... I hope I didn’t do the wrong thing, guild leader, what were you thinking..." Seruo sighed, praying that the bird was off to rescue, not to sabotage.

Indeed, the guild leader left a legacy to save the world; he wouldn’t destroy this place...

"Click," at that moment, there was a crisp sound underfoot. Looking down, Seruo found he had inadvertently stepped on and broken a wooden plaque.

Picking it up for a look, the plaque had faded, faintly showing the words "Great Luck."

This object seemed old, indicating the guild leader didn’t value it, hence discarding it carelessly... Seruo reluctantly pieced the plaque back together and returned it.

About to leave, he noticed the garden’s rain shelter was broken, triggering his professional habit, and he rolled up his sleeves to repair the shelter.

"All done, repaired!" Ten minutes later, he nodded with satisfaction, clapping his hands: "Well, the flowers in the garden can’t be destroyed by rain, maybe the guild leader will return, as he loves these sunflowers... The rain shelter is perfect, I truly am a clever, handy bald man! Haha..."

Upon departure, Seruo glanced back at Noel’s house, biting his lip to suppress the sadness on his face.

Intuition told him that Noel had already completely flown away.

He would never return here again.

...

"Tap, tap, tap."

In a fog-enshrouded temple, Alger, holding a lantern, cautiously walked across the expansive, abandoned hall, placing a candle in a dust-covered copper dish:

"Master of the Unknown True Name, I call upon you with my spirituality and soul, please awaken in this statue."

The mottled statue’s gold paint peeled off, and the Eighth Thrones·Master of Thought and Faith awakened slowly through the statue amidst the fragrant atmosphere. Instead of immediately looking at Alger, it gazed into the distance as if observing something.

"Su Ming’an borrowed Yijulai’er’s heart to fend off your fusion. I call upon you again to arrive here." Alger spoke softly.

"You’ve made a vain effort." The Master of Thought and Faith displayed a ghostly form, filled with words and twisted lines, surrounded by a mist of thought and a rain of senses.

"What do you mean?"

"That guy is actively seeking death; it won’t be long before he ceases to exist." The Master of Thought and Faith said indifferently.

Alger’s expression shifted, wondering what Su Ming’an had done.

At that moment, the Master of Thought and Faith wavered, and something fell out, upon close examination, it was a human figure. Atlanda coughed, supporting himself on the ground, sticky all over, as if just escaping drowning.

"How did you escape? I thought you enjoyed feeling like a High Dimensions being." Alger crossed his arms, teasing.

"A time bomb has already been planted, as long as Su Ming’an is even slightly careless, the master can fuse with him. I prefer to witness the final outcome independently." Atlanda shrugged: "I wonder, has someone exposed their authority?"

"Heh." Alger’s pupils contracted, sniping: "A ’Awakener’ like you is fortunate; each cycle of the World Game retains some memory, realizing quickly what Su Ming’an did."

"Naturally, I am known as the ’Prophet’..." Atlanda grinned courteously.

He understood Alger’s desire; Alger’s idea was simple: survive and live better.

Alger was also aware of Atlanda’s ambition. More than four billion recursions led an Awakener retaining fragmented memories to become weary, hoping for the cycle’s end, yet feeling such an ending was too mundane, unwilling to let his uniqueness vanish.

After the Sixth Thrones·Inorganic God’s departure, Alger approached Atlanda. Individually, they lacked the favor of a High Dimensions being, but together they were sufficient.

"Shall we act against Su Ming’an?" Atlanda humorously tidied his damp hair.

Alger stood with arms crossed, frowning in anticipation.

The Master of Thought and Faith issued a voice like thousands speaking in unison:

"Naturally."

"There are many who wish him to live. Many who wish him to die. Many who wish to possess him."

"Yuritilola, Laplace, Kotanis, Tosolius, Chen Qingguang... He has too many enemies, and possesses too much."