Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1519 - Finale · Shore Guardian Arc [17]: " - Two: Witch’s Epic" (by Bei Wang)
Su Ming’an rushed out from Alauddin’s story.
For a brief moment, it transformed from "Dara" back to "Su Ming’an", the tattered blue clothes reverted to seven-colored silk, and the ochre slum became Luowasha’s splendid sky.
Before the gods could pursue him, Su Ming’an swiftly waved the feather pen, casually choosing one of the newly uploaded stories, and moved to the latest page of the "World Book".
The firmament turned into coarse pages, with words jumping incessantly. In the moment when Yuritilola’s petals and leaves had yet to strike, Su Ming’an’s figure fell into the story.
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[Chapter two·"Witch’s Epic"]
[What the hunter writes in the forest is a peaceful and happy story.]
[According to legend, a group of magical witches lived in the forest, their faces as ugly as toads, their hearts as venomous as serpents.]
[But when he opened his eyes, he only saw an elegant woman who had died in a rocking chair. The woman, dressed in a complex gown, wore a bellflower lace hat, her pretty hands tightly grasping him, seemingly still watching him before her death.]
[He knows this woman is the previous generation witch who passed on the magic power to him.]
[The witch race never marries, only passing on magical power by adopting human children. When they can no longer bear the long life, they pour life force into humans, turning them into "witches", and die themselves.]
[A piece of paper remains on the table.]
["To you, who walks with me:"]
["I have yet to fully enjoy a long life and still have the desire to live. But your life has reached its end, soon to return to the earth.]
["Throughout eighty years since adopting you, I have been with you day and night, watching you grow from a child to an elderly. Seeing you weaken day by day, plagued by disease, while I remain young as ever, I cannot bear the parting by death, thus gifting you the body of the witch race."]
["Do not mourn, for I have enjoyed a thousand years. I realized upon seeing you for the first time that I might die because of you, just as countless witches have departed in the same manner. They volunteered to leave, and so do I.]
["Do not be puzzled by love and hate, this is not romantic love nor parental love, perhaps only the love between you and me. If one day you feel lonely, you can adopt a human child like I did, whether their end, whether you’ll tread the same path, is entirely up to you."]
["Taking the first step, wishing Chang Sheng unresolved, eternally peaceful."]
[—Witch·Xi]
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Su Ming’an secured the witch hat, white hair cascading, eyes like frozen blue ice lakes, suddenly transformed into the protagonist "Bei Wang" from "Witch’s Epic".
His gaze intercepted with the creator Bei Wang in the shadows fleetingly. Without many words, Bei Wang knew the current situation.
Bei Wang nodded silently, flipping open the cover of a beautifully bound storybook, raising the feather pen like a magic wand—
...
[The hunter in the forest never thought that he would one day enter the "metropolis", sit in a villa, and communicate with others using his clumsy language.]
[That was the first time he officially met Su Ming’an. He earnestly said, "My wish is to make three more wishes. And you? What do you wish for?"]
[The villa was warm; duck and goose hunting was fun, and the New Year’s dinner was delicious. The hunter no longer needed to wrap himself in beast hides alone.]
[Su Ming’an told him that such a wish was impractical and detailed the nature of wishes.]
[The hunter said nothing, but inwardly thought, if it truly comes to the end of all means, if it’s him who makes the wish in the end, it wouldn’t be bad.]
[The hunter had no grand desires, nor any deep-seated grudges against heaven or sea. His life was simple; his thinking was simple too. It was to let everyone move toward a beautiful direction. As long as all are happy, his sleep won’t be disrupted by tragedy and disasters.]
[For the sake of a beautiful and restful sleep, the hunter embarked on the road of Full Perfect Clear.]
[One day, he heard:]
["Do you wish to become the male protagonist of Luowasha?"]
["If agreed, please demonstrate your righteousness, courage, perseverance, and altruism in the upcoming Disciple Game."]
[The hunter said nothing, but had a good conversation with Tian Yu inside, and together they decided to play along, accepting the World Tree’s offer.]
["What do I need to do?" the hunter asked.]
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"Hiss—!"
A pumpkin carriage appeared before Su Ming’an.
The pumpkin carriage was entirely deep orange, adorned with green vines, two wheels concealed two rabbits, a red carpet unraveled from the cabin, scattered with glistening diamonds.
The white-haired, blue-eyed youth sat in the driver’s seat, fastened the first gemstone button on his chest. His slightly longer hair clung to his cheeks, bangs partially covering his eyebrows, dressed in a satin gown with drooping bellflower unlike his everyday attire. Ahead, two penguins with short black hands gripped the carriage handle, appearing to be the "horses" of the pumpkin carriage.
"Get on." Bei Wang succinctly said.
"I’ve never encountered a creator personally cameoing in a scene before." Su Ming’an laughed. Bei Wang, far more confident than Alauddin, didn’t hide in shadows to write, but personally led him on a dash.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
In the next moment, Su Ming’an heard the firmament shatter. Those fellows pursued once more. He quickly flipped up the hem of the witch’s robe and leaped into the pumpkin carriage.
On Bei Wang’s knee, "Witch’s Epic" automatically flipped pages.
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[The World Tree desires to host a grand ball for its daughter, beautiful Yijulai’er, inviting the elite of all Luowasha. Only the most outstanding individuals can gain Yijulai’er’s approval and become the new protagonist of Luowasha.]
[As for the disobedient former protagonist who refuses to become part of the Rin Clan, the World Tree does not wish to concern itself with him.]
[The young hunter set out under summons, the one who came to pick him was a subordinate of the World Tree, "Fairy Godmother".]
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"Clang—!" The first chime sounded outside the window.
The pumpkin carriage dashed forward, akin to a hummingbird leaping into the night sky.
Su Ming’an gazed through the rose window, spotting massive tears in the sky behind, stretching out clean hands, golden eyes, drooping petals, and dense fog.
"Bei Wang, they..." Su Ming’an began.
"Now, I’m ’Fairy Godmother Bei Wang’, and you are ’Cinderella Bei Wang’." Bei Wang’s voice drifted through the rose window.
...In the story, one must abide by the story’s logic, "Witch’s Epic" is a fairytale story...
Su Ming’an chuckled lightly: "Fairy Godmother, we must quicken our pace, lest those villains catch us."
He lowered his head, "click" opened the red pocket watch, seeing the energy value had increased to [8820/10000], quite considerable.
"Alright, Cinderella." Replied Bei Wang, wearing the bellflower hat, patting the penguin while raising the feather pen—
...
[Golden beetles flew out from the drawer, automatically arranging into steps, each step causing a blossom of cornflower on the hunter’s patches.]
[He sat on a velvet chair surrounded by fireflies, the crystalline shoes stepping on ground birthing moonlight.]
[Silver-blue light climbed up his robe, blooming ice flowers at his waist.]
["It is now eleven forty at night." The Fairy Godmother shooed away the penguins and said, "Cinderella, my handsome witch, we must disembark before the clock strikes midnight, or all the beautiful magic will disappear."]
[The hunter looked expectantly out the rose window, not anticipating the beauty of Yijulai’er, but wondering what it would be like to sleep inside the World Tree.]
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The pumpkin carriage sped along, leaving behind beautiful icy flowers along the way.
In Su Ming’an’s vision, he saw the High Dimensions behind him transform into grotesque figures: Yuritilola turned into a jealous sister, the Master of Thought and Faith turned into a sister, the Laplace Monster transformed into a greedy and snobbish servant, and Kritchens turned into a rigid, somber-looking stepmother...
They couldn’t wait to smash Cinderella’s carriage, tear apart Cinderella’s dress, condemning him to be a servant forever.
The charm of the Luowasha Creation System... Su Ming’an blinked.
It can let an ordinary person in reality be uncovered as a shining gem in a story, shedding plain clothes to become a unique princess and prince.
It can turn a silent hunter in the forest into the protagonist inside the pumpkin carriage, wearing bellflower and crystal boots.
"Swish swish swish!" The emerald vines grew wildly, dragging the legs of the stepmother, sister, siblings, and servants. The pumpkin carriage, like a thrilling hummingbird, repeatedly dodged deadly long-range energy attacks, dancing beautifully and swiftly among the vines and fireflies.
Su Ming’an and Bei Wang worked together, one waving a magic wand through the window, causing blooms of icy flowers to appear before them, the other riding the penguin, wielding a feather pen, narrowly avoiding one peril after another.
Finally, the pumpkin carriage couldn’t dodge a blinding sunlight — a dust-covered broomstick thrown by Yuritilola pierced straight into the carriage, nearly penetrating Su Ming’an’s heart.
"Cinderella" jumped out the window, rolling half across the ground, "Fairy Godmother" immediately abandoned the carriage, quickly made a mark with the feather pen —
"What are you doing?" Su Ming’an immediately inquired.
"I obtained many Memory Clips... some are suitable to be placed in the story... some are not..." Bei Wang desperately sped up his speech, trying to express clearly. It was very difficult for him, even with a hint of sweat on his forehead.
Su Ming’an understood his meaning... Bei Wang wanted to forcefully insert Memory Clips not suitable for the story, expanding the story’s involved Space, preventing them from being pursued and killed the moment they abandoned the carriage.
In the next moment, the surrounding scene changed.
No longer a dreamy sky, fairy tale green vines, beautiful pumpkin carriage.
——but a Divine Mountain, a Divine Mountain enveloped in mist.
...
[...The pumpkin carriage fell.] After inserting a new Memory Clip, logic automatically linked, new words continuously appeared on the creamy white book page sky:
[Cinderella and the Fairy Godmother landed on a Divine Mountain.]
[Peach blossoms covered the ground here, the brook babbled, fairy atmosphere lingered.]
["Fairy Godmother, what should we do? We may not have time to reach the princess before the clock strikes midnight." Cinderella asked.]
[At this moment, he saw a simple little girl.]
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"God! God!" A little girl carrying osmanthus cakes ran up the mountain. She had her hair braided and eyes sparkling as she looked at Su Ming’an and Bei Wang, revealing a hesitant expression: "Hmm...? The gods have become two?"
Su Ming’an recalled, in a meeting earlier Bei Wang mentioned that Bei Wang was pursuing the Ocean Angel Najasha’s aura in a Peach Blossom Valley. It seems this Memory Clip came from there.
"Let’s go." Beh Wang, one hand holding Su Ming’an, the other holding Tao’er, leaped straight off the Divine Mountain.
Under logical connection, the pumpkin carriage reformed, carrying them flying to the distance, olive branch leaves blossoming into crystal petals.
A crisp sound echoed as they rushed into the World Tree.
Inside the trunk was not the crimson leaves that Su Ming’an had seen, absorbing human vitality, but influenced by a fairy tale art style, they were pairs of men and women dancing together. Crystal branches and leaves cast resplendent lights, a noble young girl with pink hair stood quietly under the light, dressed in a pure white lace gown.
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["I am looking for someone who can wear this Crystal Crown." Princess Yijulai’er said softly: "Whoever can wear this Crystal Crown will be the true prince, the true new protagonist."]
["What are the requirements to wear this crown?" asked Xiantu Chuankong, a proud woman in a black gown.]
["He needs a crystal-like pure and resilient heart, eyes as clear as running water, and a spine unbreakable like a diamond. Upon wearing this Crystal Crown, he will be constantly burdened with responsibility and pain, unable to stop for even a moment, unable to take it off." Yijulai’er said.]
["What are the requirements to take off this crown?" asked Xiantu Erjie, a valiant man in a red robe.]
["When the story reaches its final Chapter, destiny sounds the final trumpeting call, the Ark arrives at the radiant shore, and people no longer exist as cloud-covered Solitary Islands... at that moment, the prince can remove this Crystal Crown." Yijulai’er said: "His head will be deformed from wearing the crown for so long, taking it off marks when he falls into eternal sleep."]
[People shook their heads instantly, who would wear such a crown? Even if it means becoming the one and only prince.]
[Men and women in the dance floor retreated out of fear, only a pair of youths stepping into the dance floor ran forward.]
...
"Is this a reasonable Golden Finger in fairy tales?" Su Ming’an took the Crystal Crown from "Princess" Yijulai’er’s hand.
Surprisingly, Su Ming’an found himself unable to wear the crown.
"...I will wear it." At that moment, Bei Wang took the Crystal Crown from Su Ming’an, putting it on.
The Crystal Crown fit him perfectly, just like a pair of perfectly sized crystal shoes.
Su Ming’an always thought such items were prepared for him, like responsibility, burdens, suffering filled with pain.
Only now did he realize the phrase "everyone is the protagonist in their own story." Even though Bei Wang was not playing Cinderella at the moment, these "crystal shoes" were meant for him.
"Dong — dong — dong —" The clock struck twelve times.
"A crash!" Like the sound of breaking illusions, several towering figures burst through the trunk, their appearances hideous, their aura fierce.
"Are there any other scenes’ Memory Clips?" Su Ming’an quickly asked.
Bei Wang’s story is in a Western Fantasy style, which came at a lose because the power of the High Dimensions in Western Fantasy stories is surely far superior to that in Alauddin’s reality stories. This led to Su Ming’an not finding a reasonable channel to escape the story before they chased up.
Bei Wang calmly looked at those existentially dangerous and powerful beings, slowly raised the witch’s wand, the crystal crown on his head gathering luminous rays, immense energies converging in his palm. His eyes at this moment were pure white like frost.
"My mother told me many fairy tales when I was young." His voice finally became smooth, as if enchanted with a magical spell:
"In fairy tales, there exists a law."
"Kindness will surely defeat evil, beauty inevitably punishes ugliness."
"Typically, villains are hideous, exude evil aura. Whereas the righteous possess handsome or beautiful appearances, as if an embodiment of all things beautiful."
"Thus, the beautiful Cinderella will certainly defeat the ugly stepmother, the beautiful Little Red Riding Hood will invariably defeat the hideous big bad wolf."
"And now." He glanced sideways at Su Ming’an wearing the witch’s hat, covered in frost, stepping with crystal boots, and then looked at his own elegant bellflower robe:
"We both look good."
As a child, he often couldn’t sleep because he still wanted his mom to tell another fairy tale, one more.
But later on, he somewhat started yearning to sleep.
The crystal shoes gave off sounds of breaking.
Under the chimes of midnight, the white-haired "witch" waved the wand.
