Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1521 - Finale·Across the Sea Arc [20]·" - 2: Bei Wang Narrative Poem" (By Witch)
"And the currently most popular story, ’Welcome to the World Game,’ is the joint observation object of many ’Dream Patrol Families.’
"The background there is very rich, with elements extremely diverse, like a pot of mixed stew. Whether one loves Western Fantasy, Immortal Hero stories, or romantic stories, it caters to all tastes.
"This story narrates the tale of a young man named Su Ming’an, who becomes the Number One Player... Hmm! Exactly what you’ve experienced. We are very fortunate to have observed this story."
"Your popularity is very high, reaching 150,000, closely followed by Lü Shu with a popularity of 76,000, and Yuanyuan with 57,000..."
"Stop." Su Ming’an said calmly.
Dara halted her speech, nervously staring at him.
"What is your connection with the Supreme Lord?" Su Ming’an asked.
"Supreme Lord? I’ve never heard of the term..." Dara said, "Some things are restricted by cosmic rules and are blocked, so we cannot fully observe you. We can only see the main storyline..."
"What about the Master of the End of All Things?"
"I know! I observed your confrontation with Him." Dara nodded: "He is the Big Villain!"
Indeed, the positioning of the Master of the End of All Things does seem like the Big Villain who wants to Destroy the World.
"Show me the mirror." Su Ming’an reached out.
Dara lifted the nearby silk cloth, revealing a large floor mirror.
Su Ming’an scrutinized it. It appeared to be just an ordinary mirror, with no other image, seemingly only the ’Dream Patrol Family’ can observe other planetary matters.
"Read to me what the mirror is displaying?" Su Ming’an tapped Dara.
Dara nodded, stepped forward, and recited:
"[’Read to me what the mirror is displaying?’ Su Ming’an tapped Dara.]"
"[Dara nodded, stepped forward, and recited:]"
"[[’Read to me what the mirror is displaying?’ Su Ming’an tapped Dara.]]"
"[[Dara nodded, stepped forward, and recited:]]"
Upon reading this, Dara raised her head, sweating at her temples. Continuing would be an unending cycle.
Su Ming’an crossed his arms, staring at the mirror surface: "So, now all ’Dream Patrol Families’ can see me communicating with you?"
Dara covered the silk cloth, swiftly waving her hand: "No, each ’Dream Patrol Family’ observes different content; many people only see parts they are interested in. Like Bai Chun, she is only interested in romance, so she doesn’t recognize you at all."
Su Ming’an’s knuckles tapped the tabletop.
His gaze turned to the manuscript on the table, a story penned by Dara: ’Alauddin’s Sky,’ which tells the story of a poor person becoming a forefront player. But as far as he knew, the story penned by the forefront player Alauddin was named: ’Dara’s Sky,’ telling of a poor person using a slingshot to defend their hometown... Haha, is this mutual observation, mutual writing between the protagonist and the author?
Luowasha·Mirror of Creation.
It is indeed a mirror.
The protagonist and the author, two sides of the same coin, reflecting each other...
According to Dara, since ’Welcome to the World Game’ covers such a vast range and massive content, it is observed jointly by many Dream Patrol Families. Dara’s article ’Alauddin’s Sky,’ essentially counts as a minor Chapter of ’Welcome to the World Game.’
"All the ’Dream Patrol Families’ are contributing to this large collaborative story ’Welcome to the World Game’..." Su Ming’an speculated about the intentions of the ’Lord of Dreams’: "That Lord of Dreams is most likely the Supreme Lord. Previously, I saw in a memory, the Supreme Lord reading a book titled ’Number One Player (Su Ming’an),’ which should be another writing version of ’Welcome to the World Game’. Hmm... is our story this important, this popular?"
...
[Luowasha, Supreme Lord Tosolius was reading a book.]
[A book titled ’Number One Player (Su Ming’an).’]
[Ever since watching this Space-time Record Body, He no longer wants to die. Because reading this story, the desire to die feels stronger than reality.]
...
["Honorable Skatalia, can you tell me if the Supreme Lord, the Master of the End of All Things, the organizers, and ’them,’ these four forces are on the same front?" Isabella asked.]
[God of Intelligence replied plainly: "They are not on the same front."]
...
Clearing his thoughts, Su Ming’an pushed the door open, breathing in the fresh air.
Here, resembling Meng Country and India, streams babbled, colorful clothes hung on rods, streets selling bags of vivid candies, aloe vera juice, sliced fruits, filled with the heat and moisture of a tropical monsoon climate.
Everything was alive with palm trees presented in vibrant green. For a moment, Su Ming’an began to understand why Noel yearned for freedom so much.
"Are there other ’Dream Patrol Families’ on this planet?" Su Ming’an asked.
"There should be one or two more." Dara walked over holding a slingshot.
"Only one or two?"
"’Dream Patrol Families’ come from various planets, with only a few on each planet, but many in total." Dara said.
"Can I meet them?"
"I don’t know their real identities..." Dara shook her head.
Su Ming’an understood, this group of ’Dream Patrol Families’ are like netizens, nighttime dreaming is their online chat time; in the daytime reality, they don’t meet face to face. Occasionally visiting other worlds is like meeting in the virtual world.
"Can you take me to your dream meetings?" Su Ming’an said.
Dara exhibited obvious hesitation: "’Lord of Dreams’ doesn’t allow non-Dream Patrol Families to enter..."
"Who says I’m not a Dream Patrol Family?" Su Ming’an said: "You observe me, I also discover you. You come to my world, I can come to yours. What difference is there between us? Besides, should you not be happy when a popularity-first guy like me comes to see you?"
Lord of Dreams is very likely the Supreme Lord. So meeting the Lord of Dreams is equivalent to obtaining the image of the Supreme Lord. But did this group really gain the ’mirror’ purely out of luck, able to observe other worlds? Or is there another reason...
Dara inhaled deeply and walked towards the floor mirror: "Alright, I’ll take you to try passing through the mirror."
"Passing through the mirror?"
"Yes, we go to other planets through the mirror. But as you are not a Dream Patrol Family, I’m not sure where you’ll end up, perhaps at the gathering place, or maybe someone else’s mirror..."
Su Ming’an approached step by step, sensing a suction force.
He glanced back, Dara stood in place, silently watching him.
"Aren’t you going with me?" Su Ming’an asked.
"I cannot leave. Although I truly yearn for you." Dara smiled and waved: "When I go to other planets, it’s by possessing others, which would take away their lives. I can’t do such things."
... Dara and Bai Chun are indeed polar opposites.
The former fears destroying others’ lives, while Bai Chun acts recklessly.
Are ’Dream Patrol Families’ really just ordinary people with mirrors... Su Ming’an turned around.
When he passed through the mirror, he heard a cracking sound, like the interlocking of destiny’s gears, like something being shattered.
...
Luowasha, Red Tower.
Above the Golden Bell Tower, two figures stood.
Lü Shu dressed in black, holding a black pen and a black book, overlooking the view below the Bell Tower. Beside him, the Headless Rose lifted her skirt, quietly waiting.
Her voice deep and magnetic, she recited the mourning poem of the Rose Clan to herself:
"You always say that the dew should evaporate before dawn." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
"When the last Gold Coin rusts in the throat, your murky eyes look at the code."
"Ah, the crow you raised started to ruminate, it called three times..."
At this moment, Council Vivian of the scientific faction from Nalan Court was hurriedly boarding a chariot, his voice small, yet Lü Shu’s sensitive hearing caught it clearly:
"They will be here soon! They are coming!"
"Hmph, what’s the use of the Creator Conference. Luowasha will inevitably face doom, how much time to craft the World Book? Little Sique only knows idealism, totally disregarding reality! Only ’their’ observation can make us exist forever!"
"What if some civilians die, what of some righteous people dying, they are clearly necessary sacrifices of the era..."
Lü Shu’s pen slowly lowered, writing Council Vivian’s name.
Next moment, he turned and left, murmuring:
"This should do it, right? I’ve stopped the mastermind trying to summon ’them’, the heavy rain shouldn’t fall now..."
In the next moment.
Under the bell tower, people’s exclamations rang out:
"Oh my God! Council Vivian—Council Vivian’s car exploded! He... he’s dead!"
Lü Shu gently closed his eyes.
He walked down from the bell tower.
...
Qianqin, wearing a knight’s helmet, stood watch in the corner, staring intently at her target.
Red hair... using fire...
The target sat quietly in the audience without any extraordinary actions.
The sudden disappearance of Su Ming’an and Noel caused many to worry. However, the Creator Conference continued normally.
...
Yamada Machiichi slammed open the cabinet door, finally freeing himself from his bindings.
He crawled out, gasping for breath, confirmed Wu Yi was gone, and immediately rushed to a location in the slum area.
The youth with purple hair and golden eyes waited there.
The Sique attending the Creator Conference was merely Sique’s pet in disguise; the real Sique was here, preparing to lead the people of the [Nest] to attack the God of Intelligence.
Yes, they were indeed that bold.
A young and green magpie, a group of young people not yet ascended to the throne, were about to gather and attack the mastermind summoning "them," to prevent an impending disaster, a terrible rainstorm.
Yamada Machiichi joined the team with some trepidation and saw in the team a girl with pink hair standing there.
... If she’s here, then there should be no problem.
Yamada Machiichi let out a sigh of relief and followed Sique into the portal.
...
Under the guidance of Huajian Weilai, Mizushima Kawa Sora arrived in a sealed underground room.
After numerous verifications, she finally stood before a red button.
"Aisudani, press this red button, and our ’fireseed’ will be transmitted, ensuring the safety of all scientific technology," Huajian Weilai coaxed gently.
Mizushima Kawa Sora took a deep breath.
She clenched her fist, walked to the red button, and lowered her palm.
Huajian Weilai’s eyes were filled with anticipation.
In the next moment, Mizushima Kawa Sora did not press the button but instead twisted her body and decisively pinned down Huajian Weilai, the black blade "cluster" stabbing into the ground, close to Huajian Weilai’s neck.
"Do you think I’m a fool?" Mizushima Kawa Sora said coldly, showing no trace of the earlier tension and excitement. "Transmitting our technology to the universe is like lighting an incredibly bright lamp. Is this protective behavior or suicidal behavior? What do you wish to attract? What benefits do those people offer you?"
Huajian Weilai was momentarily stunned, then suddenly burst out laughing, tears streaming down: "The Aisudani I know would never be as smart as you. Did you replace her? I still couldn’t make it in time, damn it... I still couldn’t make it in time..."
Mizushima Kawa Sora realized Huajian Weilai’s goal was to save the original Aisudani, but it was too late, Mizushima Kawa Sora had already possessed her.
Her heart twinged slightly, but she remained unwavering. She wouldn’t press this suspicious red button for the petty benefits offered by Huajian Weilai.
As long as she didn’t press it, no tragedy would occur, and no rainstorm would descend!
...
Mo Chenqing clutched a box of medicine in his arms, stumbling homeward.
Along the way, many familiar faces threw rotten vegetable leaves at him, frowning and shouting:
"You traitor, how could you turn in Sique!"
"Little Sique is such a good person, always helping us when we need it, even setting up a charity fund. To think you sullied him on TV for the benefits from Nalan Court!"
"Old Mo, you’ve truly let us down!"
Mo Chenqing shut his ears to their words, focusing only on the path to his home.
Daughter, daughter, hold on a bit longer...
Daddy sacrificed his conscience to finally obtain the medicine to save you. Nothing else matters, only your life matters, only your survival matters...
Once you recover from the medicine, Daddy will take you for a picnic in the fields outside the city, where your favorite cornflowers bloom. You talked about wanting to see them even from your sickbed. Daddy will make you a flower crown...
Mo Chenqing stepped across the slightly damp cobblestones, enduring the rotten vegetable leaves and neighbors’ jeers, making his way home step by step, clutching tightly the box of medicine that was as precious as gold...
...
Su Ming’an walked through the mirror and opened his eyes.
What appeared before him was a towering divine mountain and a tranquil small town.
A girl enveloped in ice flowers was subduing a blonde girl with purple eyes.
"You damned Little Fortune Star, you dared tempt the townfolk to press the button. God has already granted me great strength; I won’t let your scheme succeed!" The frost girl held the red button high, preventing anyone from pressing it.
Su Ming’an’s gaze quickly focused on the blonde girl with purple eyes. It seemed this girl was the "Dream Patrol Family," and through the mirror, he had come to stand in front of her mirror.
...This girl was Hui Zi? It appeared Hui Zi had already been possessed by the "Dream Patrol Family"...
Su Ming’an’s eyes flickered slightly.
Upon seeing Su Ming’an suddenly walk out from the mirror, Hui Zi almost dropped the mirror in her hand in fright. Tao’er looked at Su Ming’an and asked in confusion:
"Who are you? Are you God’s helper? Or Little Fortune Star’s helper?"
Su Ming’an was about to explain when a few drops of crimson rain fell.
His expression went blank for a moment.
..."They" have arrived.
Lü Shu’s prevention was ineffective, Qianqin’s prevention was ineffective, Sique’s prevention was ineffective, and Mizushima Kawa Sora’s prevention was equally ineffective...
Tao’er thought that by subduing Little Fortune Star, no one would press the red button?
That’s not the case; there are many, many such people.
"Bai Qiu himself also said, there’s definitely no time to stop it, only to make amends afterward..." Su Ming’an thought with slight relief: "Oh yes, Noel just gave me a gift box, though he said to open it at the end, I shouldn’t listen to him completely... let’s take a look."
He took out the gift box.
He ensured all his skills were ready for use, including "Pioneer Immortality" and "Ring of Time," and then carefully opened the gift box.
The gift box held no traps, nor toxic gases.
There were only eight items.
Noel mentioned these were gifts sent to him by "them."
Su Ming’an examined the eight items.
A preserved chicken drumstick.
A blade.
A lighthouse ornament.
A bag of dog food.
A glow stick for cheering.
An Oscar Trophy.
A silver ring.
A golden palace ornament.
