Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1516 - 14: The Last Sheep in the Rain
——Do you want to tear apart the darkness? Then make yourself the sharpest blade!
——Do you want to bring about the dawn? Then make yourself the highest flame!
Amidst the clang of the bronze bell and the shadow of the gallows, amidst the cold gaze of the deities and the mockery of the masses,
only those who dig out their hearts as torches,
can let the blood traces wind into psalms leading to New Jerusalem before they turn to ash.
...
Undead Territory, the meeting room.
"Screech—" The screen gave a crisp sound, turning into a snow screen.
Under the crystal chandelier, Anthony stared blankly as the meeting scene disappeared; the last image was of twelve organizers surrounding Su Ming’an.
He stood up from the conference seat and patted the screen mindlessly, hoping it would restore the signal. The next moment, he realized the overwhelming energy had destroyed the live broadcast equipment on Su Ming’an’s side, severing their connection completely.
"Damn it, we need to go support..." Hua De’s face darkened, and he headed out holding his magic wand.
"No." Anthony immediately made a decision, stopping him: "We must trust Su Ming’an."
He glanced at the thirty-seven figures or screens present, took a deep breath, and solemnly said: "We can only trust Su Ming’an...! Even if we go there, it’s hard to fight the organizers unless those who have already touched the domain of the deities, Lu, Lü Shu, Mizushima Kawa Sora... but each is handling critical matters and cannot easily lend a hand, or they might lose themselves."
"We can only trust Su Ming’an... He can buy us enough time!"
"He has what he needs to do, and we have what we need to do."
Lin Jiang couldn’t help but furrow her delicate brows and asked puzzled: "Are we not able to do anything to help him? At the final moment, are we only able to stand far behind?"
Mei Yani, Lin Yin, Luna, and others also showed similar expressions, hoping to do something. After all, relying on Su Ming’an alone to hold out enough time under the siege of several high-dimensional beings was too difficult; even a First Level God couldn’t do it.
At the conference table, the screen representing Lu left only a deep blue ocean, with Lu himself already gone. The screen representing Lü Shu also left only a crimson wall, Lü Shu had set off.
Anthony sensed that her words carried more of a reluctance than concern. He didn’t mind and after a brief thought said: "No. Do you remember what Su Ming’an said at the very start of the meeting?"
Lin Jiang was slightly in a daze, seemingly recalling something.
The intelligent Mei Yani and others quickly realized something, and their eyes glowed.
Yamada Machiichi suddenly clapped his hands, Mizushima Kawa Sora gripped his sword hilt tightly, Violet narrowed her eyes, revealing a sudden understanding. Player leaders like Rolga, Joy, Rimu Sheng, Eli, and Agnes nodded slowly.
Only Xiao Xiao and Mo Yan were out of step, still pondering, appearing as clear but foolish university students.
Anthony clapped his hands together, quickening his tone, his voice deep and resonant:
"Alright! Ladies and gentlemen! Hurry and refine and upload your stories!"
"That guy has always fought alone, forever fights alone, always charging at the forefront by himself. Yes, bound by the characteristics of the World Game and the player’s power chasm, it’s always been hard to help him. But this time, we want him to know what a grand battle truly is!"
"Shooting some minor skills, adding some small halos? No, that’s far from enough, we need to let that arrogant peeping Supreme Lord Tosolius know, this is not just one person’s story! But everyone’s... war!"
"Gentlemen, like stars shining, take action!"
...
At this moment, Su Ming’an’s heart was very peaceful.
Lightning cleaved through chaos, mountains bowed in the rain forming the skeletons of giants. He stood in the misty drizzle turning into a torrential downpour, treading on his own mountain of flesh and blood.
When the mask of the Shitposter Demon covered his cheeks, he could feel his cheek skin connecting with the mask. His facial movements could drive the vibrant paint of the mask, and the curve of his mouth could influence the crimson clown’s smile.
He grasped the seven-colored scythe, draped in dream-like colorful cloud-like silk, his back blossoming with petals like white chrysanthemums, supporting his divine body.
"Ha... hahahaha... hahahahaha..." His shoulders trembled, suddenly laughing uncontrollably, unable to control his expression. Although his heart was calm as ice, he felt his brain filled with a marshmallow-like bursting joy, making his laughter sound nothing like himself, manic, wanton, exaggerated!
The joy of birth, the joy of glory, the joy of marriage, the joy of reunion... countless worldly laughter and delight converged into him at this moment, with various laughter exploding by his ears, driving him to laugh along uncontrollably.
Within such laughter,
the flower leaves of "Eternal Fairy Tale Lord" Yuritilola shattered upon touch.
"Master of Death Omniscience" Laplace Monster’s bone claws were stained with rainbow-colored explosive energy, trembling as they retracted.
The mist of "Master of Thought and Faith" Eighth Thrones couldn’t erode Su Ming’an’s body, His voice turning hesitant and fearful.
The liquid bottle of "Seed of Emotion" Tenth Thrones discolored, and the glass spread with cracks.
Even the icy hand supporting from "Spiritual Dream-Maker" Twelfth Thrones collapsed in an instant, seemingly unable to withstand such laughter.
Fourth Thrones "Master of Primordial Reincarnation" Aria swayed her pink tail, standing at the furthest point and able to clearly see the current situation.
Third Thrones "Demon of Joy and Delight" Kasadia, along with the organizers, wasn’t supposed to differ by much in strength; the divinity casually thrown by Kasadia could at most shape a Second-level God into a First Level God, impossible to match Kasadia in strength, nor could it contend with other high dimensions equally.
However, in terms of authority, Su Ming’an held too much of an advantage, not only with Xiber’s "Faith" authority and "Devour" authority of "Inorganic God" Theselotis, but also his own supreme "Death" authority. Moreover, Su Ming’an himself was in Luowasha, while other high dimensions relied on Su Ming’an, who had violated the rules, to briefly "guest" there, unable to exert their full power.
But even so, how could he alone withstand all four organizers, plus the hidden Master of the End and Noel Agnini, even with Radiant Mother God’s targeting and attack?
Eleventh Thrones couldn’t step into Luowasha due to their essence, Twelfth Thrones Spiritual Dream-Maker’s most spiritual bodies were in dreams. Only Fifth Thrones Starfire could help him block a bit, but just stopping Seventh Thrones Yuritilola was evenly matched with no strength left.
"And indeed, Su Ming’an did violate the rules, Fifth Thrones Starfire cannot overdo it, or their crimes would tally together..." Aria murmured in her heart.
She squinted her eyes, looked at the unyielding First Thrones Boss Rabbit and the vacant Second Thrones position, her pink snake tail swaying, indicating her inner hesitation.
"If this continues, hmm... it’s easy to predict, under the combined attack of Eighth Thrones, Ninth Thrones, Tenth Thrones, Radiant Mother God, Master of the End, Noel Agnini, Alger, and Aylan, Su Ming’an will soon be caught."
"He will be stripped of his soul, controlled, divided and conquered... They will do everything to try and take his authority, take him personally."
"If they really can’t take his authority, they’ll turn to controlling him, hehe... Master of Thought and Faith excels at fusion, Laplace Monster excels at brainwashing, Seed of Emotion that guy is all-pervasive... he will become a pathetic tool, losing himself... But, wouldn’t this count as a kind of rest..."
"This almost foreseeable conclusion, I can’t imagine any other development. If I don’t intervene, that’s his end. Unless that Boss Rabbit really cares, unless Kasadia suddenly jumps out from a stone crevice..."
"So, should I intervene?"
"Should I join Seventh Thrones and them to snatch his authority together, or help him and see if there’s a slight chance he can hold out through this time? Hehe... he gets along fairly well with Xiao Love, should I maintain absolute neutrality?"
She squinted her eyes, swaying her tail, thinking of how Dieying had asked her to watch over Su Ming’an.
At this time, she heard a soft voice in her mind.
"Save him, I beg you."
This was Xiao Love’s voice.
As a separated part, Xiao Love enjoyed games in the mortal world, often disappearing in the streets and alleys, never having come back to ask her of anything.
From her observation, Su Ming’an always treated Xiao Love like a fox, like a keen-sensed search pet, never having seriously interacted with it.
"What if I don’t want to? The risk is way too high," Aria said nonchalantly.
"I..." Xiao Love gritted its teeth, resolutely said, "I can willingly let you fuse with me, is that enough?"
Just like Little A’ba doesn’t like to call itself Dieying, Xiao Love rarely refers to itself as the Organizer Aria. Its every word and deed is as naive as a child, akin to Yuan Shuangshuang who hasn’t faced misfortune. Independence seems to be the anchor point of this pink-haired fox.
"...I didn’t expect you to develop such deep feelings for him," Aria said lightly.
"It’s not for him!" Xiao Love waved its large pink tail: "Okay... um, maybe a little bit for him. But mostly because if he dies, this world will end! Lü Shu fed me, and Su Rin also took me for a while, that palace maid Bailian really liked me too, I even secretly watched them play duck-duck-goose at the villa, hmm... In short, just think of it as my kindness acting up!"
It is the kind part, unwilling to see the world destroyed is only natural.
But it seems there’s more than this cold reason, something softer, more tender.
Aria listened to it make clumsy excuses and suddenly sighed softly.
"Why are you sighing, isn’t this enough?" Xiao Love asked warily.
"Even if you’re willing to sacrifice like this..." Aria said in its heart indifferently: "Me taking action, at most can change ’two against five’ to ’three against five,’ yet the Master of the End of All Things’ strength exceeds ours, so it’s far from enough..."
Xiao Love froze.
It curled up its fluffy pink tail, seeming to realize for the first time, even with its true form stepping in, there are issues unsolvable.
Not enough, far from enough.
The situation that young man faces is so dire, so terrifying.
...
"Hahaha... hahahahahahaha..."
Under the dark clouds, Su Ming’an’s wild and unrestrained laughter seemed to pierce through the layers of clouds, he grasped the scythe tightly and swung fiercely!
The Seven-Colored Scythe touched flowers, fog, particles, and gelatinous substances, bringing forth a piercing sound of laughter, this time, Su Ming’an’s blade lacked the initial decisiveness, such an astonishing counterattack seemed to have expended significant divine power.
The colorful light spilled madly, obscuring the swaying flowers.
The energy of battle splattered everywhere, shattering the stars surrounding The Blue Moon of Luowasha; in an instant, the stars shattered and fell, striking heavily into the ocean.
"Haha... hahaha... cough, cough...!" His laughter paused, mixed with faint panting and thick liquid sounds, even the bubbling throat sound of blood. No one saw what his face looked like under the mask but vaguely saw a streak of crimson liquid sliding down from his chin.
Then, he quickly adjusted his mask, wiped away the blood from his chin, and his wild, unrestrained laughter echoed again.
In the sky, the Radiant Mother God opened eyes and locked onto Su Ming’an once more.
She had already realized his cunning and scheme, knowing she had handed over the world coordinates, she immediately rushed over.
Chirp--
Perhaps attracted by the dazzling colorful light, dozens of deep red monstrous birds flew over, chirping, circling, flying, surrounding the masked youth.
All his hair was dyed white, not a trace of ink; his hands firmly adjusted the mask, as if wanting the laughter to be louder and more melodious, quietly wiping away the blood trickling to his chin and neck.
Deep red monstrous birds soared between the endless Cang Mountains.
Like a torrential rainstorm under the night, clouds rise at night, and all beings are silent.
The distant observers, under the call of Anthony and others, knew that the deity with white hair and white feathers like a sheep, was their Lighthouse Master, their "Olivius."
Thus, for him, for Olivius, for Luowasha, spontaneous prayers arose.
Accompanied by devout faith, accompanied by heartfelt blessings, accompanied by incredibly sincere wishes for victory---
Tens of thousands of voices. Old men, children, men, women, shouting together, chanting together, repeating... the same phrase.
...
--First I create, then erase.
--First I give the soul, then bring about its demise.
--First I destroy, then rebirth.
--First gain the soul’s radiance, then drive its life’s extinction.
Life as long as heaven, enjoy joy eternally.
Long Joy here, chant for our Lord.
Flourishing endlessly, blessings boundless.
Rivers do not turn, glory for generations.
Rivers do not turn, glory for generations.
Rivers do not turn, glory for generations.
Thunder roars, heaven’s power awe-inspiring!
...
Today, long-trapped in overheating, Luowasha endured a torrential rain.
"Boom—隆!"
Just as thunder crashed, the sky turned white.
Like cotton soaked in milky fluid, the thunder turned the air into sticky slurry, the Elf Mother Tree’s leaves flipped silvery white bellies in the wind.
With a "whist" sound, like something pierced the sky’s veil, in the next moment, the torrential rain fell with a "swoosh," drenching the mortal world into a large water-vessel, in the blink of an eye filled the horizon, the air thick and damp with myriad fine rain sounds.
Under the tree, the young man, full of white hair, all in pure white tendrils, hair and skin weighed down by heavy rain, body slender and compact--- 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
He resembled a snow-white sheep, amidst the rain.
Boundless faith surged, like upholding his backbone.
—"The sheep" no longer needs others stripping off the heavy, dripping wool for him.
He himself stood amidst the rain, fearless, unyielding.
...
Elsewhere, Leader Player Alauddin opened his book.
His heart thundering, he took a heavy breath, hand descended.
