Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1523: Final - · Across the Sea Arc [22] · "This Is Not Luowasha.
"Su Ming’an seems intent on acting against us, why is he wrapping us up?"
"Quick... let’s go."
"If Su Ming’an acts against me, I’ll never like him again. I’ll unfollow him! Hit back!" Uncle Li gritted his teeth.
But Su Ming’an remained indifferent.
He called out softly, "Su Rin."
Immediately, a door, pure white as snow, opened beside him, intricately carved with angels and wings, and a young man in a trench coat appeared, arms crossed, walking out leisurely.
Su Ming’an lightly exclaimed, "I didn’t know when you could come so promptly."
The Cloud City God glanced at him, "I’ve been tracking these people nearby." He coldly glanced at the people wrapped up by white tentacles, "I really can’t stand them."
A group of Lucky Ones, some are even afraid of killing chickens, and yet, they still wildly plunder others’ lives.
If these people were to stand here in their true forms, they would barely reach the edge of royalty. It is only because of the "Lord of Dreams" that these people have the vision and arrogance akin to the high dimensions.
No need for Su Ming’an to say much, the palm of the Cloud City God glowed with pure white brilliance.
The next moment, the struggling people quieted down, their heads drooping, appearing to have fallen into slumber.
Those who "wear the book" enter through soul crossing. By chance, the Cloud City God can directly extract their souls, completely suppressing them.
"Are you going to obliterate their souls entirely?" Su Ming’an asked.
"I will examine their experiences." The Cloud City God replied indifferently, "For those who are kind (or seeking goodness), a minor punishment as a major warning. Those who have committed sins, they will be killed without pardon."
Su Ming’an’s brow furrowed... Such scrutiny of sin is indeed befitting of a genuine god.
At that moment, a mirror fell from the embrace of a townfolk, reflecting a beauty with gold shoulder-length hair, ocean-blue eyes, and fiery red lips. Her features exhibited both grace and health, even with only the upper torso visible, her swan-like neck and delicate collarbone could be seen.
"Ding Dong!" The sound of a system notification rang.
...
[You have obtained the Supreme Lord’s appearance (2/5)]
...
Su Ming’an was taken aback, gazing at the mirror, his expression unbelievable.
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[You have triggered the deduction mode.]
[Clue Four · One-Fifth of the Supreme Lord’s Appearance: You’ve discovered the Supreme Lord is a strikingly beautiful human female. Previously, you found the Supreme Lord to be a plain-looking human male.]
[Clue link!]
[Hypothesis two formed: Is it possible that the Supreme Lord has two heads, one male and one female?]
...
...What an absurd hypothesis; could the Supreme Lord be a Hydra?
Su Ming’an put away the mirror and laid down the unconscious townfolk.
A girl with her hair tied in a bun lay in the rain pool; due to the fall, her hair was messy, her pale cheeks coated with frost, the witch’s long dress she wore showed signs of fragmentation, apparently attacked by the witch’s power. Her hand remained extended towards the direction of the Divine Mountain, seemingly concerned about her God.
The red rain gently pattered down, Su Ming’an crouched down, gently patting Tao’er’s cheek.
Tao’er hadn’t been possessed; she fainted the moment the rainwater fell.
This red rain must be the proactive creation of the Luowasha people, longing for "them" to arrive. It’s a special rain capable of reducing the souls’ discomfort with this place. Just like a colonizer arriving somewhere new, they first have to wash themselves. Yet, some locals with weak physiques can’t withstand such special rain.
The girl’s cheeks were covered in frost flowers.
"Tao’er?"
Su Ming’an hadn’t expected to see her in the Second Epoch. The last time he saw her, she was by Li Mingyue’s side, an era distant apart — she wasn’t of the Longevity Species...
He gently patted her cheek, attempting to awaken her:
"Tao’er?"
...
Dusk seeped through the windowpanes like diluted ink as Mo Chenqing staggered in, pushing open the mottled wutong wood door.
The eaves were dripping rainwater; thin rust-colored stains meandered along the roof ridges, similar to capillaries splitting the firmament, sparse and unnoticeable, initially looking transparent.
This weary-faced man pushed open the aged wooden door; under the damp windowsill, Mo Chunyan in a simple long dress leaned against the bed, leaned on the bedside cabinet and scribbled something.
"Yan Ni’er, why are you up?" Mo Chenqing’s voice carried a rusty tone, hurriedly stepping forward: "You just went out with your brother for one night, and now you’re sick. You should be lying down to rest."
Mo Chunyan coughed, her expression reluctant yet soft: "I want... to create even a little bit of something, even if it’s some firewood, a few grains of rice... Dad, because of our illness, the family is on the verge of collapsing." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
"It’s okay, it’s okay." Mo Chenqing’s knuckles ventured into his tattered coat, paper bag rustled, a dim-golden pill rolling in his palm, he swallowed his saliva: "Yan Ni’er, Daddy gathered medicine, after taking this pill, the sickness will be better, better..."
He traded dirt on the internet channel for Sique’s medicine.
Mo Chunyan questioned, "Daddy, where did you get this from? We don’t have that much money..."
Her words halted abruptly, as Mo Chenqing bore enormous guilt on his conscience, his wrist trembling like autumn leaves in the wind, yet steadied the pill against his daughter’s lips, "Swallow it, and we’ll be better, better..."
The echo dissipated into the growing rain, becoming indistinct sobbing.
Watching his daughter’s breathing ease, Mo Chenqing urged her to sleep as he exited, contemplating how to gather funds, as further recovery for his daughter would require money, and his own persistent cough wasn’t getting better.
"First to find some work... I recall the dock is hiring temporary workers for daily pay, though they may not prefer someone of my age... Right, use tattered clothes to wrap my head and grass leaves to pad my chest, feign a robust physique, then I should be able to work. Hope to earn 3 Shar Currency. Tonight I can take a late shift at the tavern, they have positions as night guards, working till 2 am should earn 4 Shar Currency. Then... oh right, head to the hillside in the countryside, pick a few dawn flowers for Chun Ni’er, make a wreath; this girl has been longing for it a long time. Finally return to rest, work again by day... with this, should be able to buy Chun Ni’er some supplements, a box costs 5 Shar Currency, and for myself, just nibble on bread, only need 1 Shar Currency to fill...’
The creaking sound of the wooden door awakened his contemplation, as a purple-haired youth leaned against the door frame, golden eyes reflecting the red clouds swirling in the sky.
Seeing this unusually handsome stranger, Mo Chenqing’s heartstrings snapped in an instant, collapsing as he pleaded:
"I don’t know you, whoever you are, please don’t appear at my doorstep, don’t involve me in whatever you are doing."
"I’m just a trivial ordinary person, I’ve already sold my dignity and conscience, I beg you, don’t drag me into your tales."
"All you great people, the Greatest Creator, the New Age Players... consider me using this old body to beg you, let me go, let me go!"
Qi Zhou raised an eyebrow, silently observing him.
"You don’t have a choice, Mr. Mo." Qi Zhou’s voice was gentle, "You’ve been ’written in’. I’ve read the ’script’. You’ll die once the rain falls, doesn’t that matter to you?"
Qi Zhou killed a "Dream Patrol Family" member, a bold man who claimed to "seize the opportunity of the child of destiny", breaking into Sique’s house to steal and was caught red-handed by the highly alert Qi Zhou. Qi Zhou killed that man and picked up the mirror in his arms.
Qi Zhou was surprised to find he could actually read the few brief lines in the mirror. It seems he too has potential to be a "Dream Patrol Family".
The mirror pronounced—
Mo Chenqing will die after the rain falls!
This sparked Qi Zhou’s interest in challenging fate, and he decided to help this poor man survive, relocating him to a safer place.
"I’ll give you this amount." Qi Zhou extended his fingers, quoting a sum the man couldn’t refuse, laying down money.
Mo Chenqing glanced at his sleeping daughter, at the barren surroundings, his older face struggled fiercely. After a while, his shoulders drooped, as if resigned to his fate:
"I need to go to the countryside hill first."
Qi Zhou raised an eyebrow, nodding: "Okay."
...
"The current target is the God of Intelligent Machinery, Skatalia." Sique was briefing members of "Nest" including Yamada Machiichi, Audilia, Leisili, and Lv Bote on the battle plan:
"We aren’t trying to defeat Him, but to converse with Him. I will offer a price, hoping He will stop guiding ’them’ to descend."
"Perlo will protect us... ahem, he is a kind demon."
"As for your role, it is to serve as ’witnesses’, to witness my conversation with Him, and also to remind me when I overlook something."
Crimson raindrops subtly fell.
At this moment, a swaying figure approached; it was a young man wearing a colorful wig, hands in pockets, with a smile at the corners of his mouth. The sharp corner of his black trench coat dangled near his coccyx, swaying like a dragon’s tail.
"Take me with you." The young man was Shadow, who waved at the large group, smiling.
Su Ming’an was in Peach Blossom Valley, unable to manage everything, so he sent Shadow to see what Sique was up to.
Sique raised his eyebrows, immediately recognizing the young man: "You may, but your wig is..."
Shadow chuckled, "I noticed your interest in dyeing your hair green, so I imitated a bit."
...Green hair? Sique’s expression showed a momentary blankness; he mumbled a response and no longer stayed on the topic, leading the group forward.
Shadow squinted his eyes thoughtfully.
They passed through the Teleportation Formation.
"This is a coordinate given to me by a divine friend, the God of Intelligence. We should arrive at the God of Intelligence’s temple..." Sique’s words halted.
Before them was not a majestic, holy temple but an endless barren wilderness.
In the distance, the outline of a modern city loomed.
"It’s alright, we’re surely near the God of Intelligence; He is in that city." Sique speculated.
Yamada Machiichi was inwardly thrilled.
...Finally, we’ll see the God of Intelligence we’ve been eager to meet since the instance began!
On the "Day of God’s Fall" during the Third Epoch, "God of Intelligence" Skatalia aroused the anger of the gods, forcibly stripped to become "Steam God" Latimore and "God of the Internet". Yamada Machiichi was genuinely curious about what kind of powerful god could provoke a collective attack from the gods. Yet, he scoured many historical books with no evidence of the "God of Intelligence’s" existence.
Including old temples, shrines, relics, there was nothing!
As if He had never appeared in this world.
But simultaneously, He was extremely disruptive, distributing red buttons, dedicated to prompting ’their’ descent. Was this eternally mysterious god finally about to reveal Himself?
Yamada Machiichi slowed his steps, inwardly following behind Shadow, softly saying, "It’s me."
Shadow’s fox-like eyes glanced at him, eye corners slightly red, tipping upwards:
"Hello, beautiful lady, mind taking a photo with me?"
Those words bore no trace of frivolity, more appreciation and amusement.
Yamada Machiichi gritted his teeth, lightly emphasizing: "Still a man’s body, no... um, nothing else!" Despite enjoying cross-dressing, he wouldn’t claim something he hasn’t genuinely acquired.
"Hmm, does it matter?" Unexpectedly, Shadow disinterestedly shrugged: "You can be whoever you want, however you want."
When Yamada Machiichi was stunned, Shadow raised his head, softly uttering an "Oh": "Miss, look at the sky... is there only one sun?"
Yamada Machiichi’s heart tightened, abruptly looking up.
...Indeed!
In the azure sky, only one fiery red sun showed, without the splendid scenery of both sun and moon.
Excluding the possibility of clouds obscuring the moon, the bolder thought was—
At this moment, the demon Perlo with crimson eyes sniffed lightly, and in an instant, his gaze was intensely shocked:
"The composition of spiritual energy in the air is wrong, not Luowasha’s spiritual energy composition..."
"This isn’t Luowasha!"
"Sique! This is another planet! It’s another civilization!"
—The God of Intelligence, Skatalia, has always been living on another planet!
After passing through the portal, they arrived on a new planet!!
The statement exploded like thunder, causing a massive stir among the crowd.
Yamada Machiichi’s legs softened, suddenly understanding why the God of Intelligence left no relics, staying so concealed since the instance began. His heart quivered, overwhelmed by shock impacting his mind, mumbling:
"Huh? We actually left Luowasha, arrived at a new world?"
"Can that even be played like this?"
"The World Game is really extraordinary..."
Gradually, they approached the city, witnessing the city’s appearance.
Ice-white walls, highly modernized traffic tracks, small robots everywhere, people wearing chip watches... the people seemed notified, aware of their arrival, letting them pass unimpeded.
They passed the city’s outer ring, delving deeper into this mechanic-filled city; Perlo marveled repeatedly:
"The God of Intelligence’s thoughts are truly advanced; while other gods are busy making temples more beautiful and luxurious, He directly developed a city..."
"What a beautiful city, completely different from the stinking waterways of the Red Tower." The beautiful, mature lady Leisili couldn’t help but exclaim.
Yamada Machiichi looked around, his gaze growing more stunned, more terrified.
His mouth hung agape, air rushing in and out, stirring his shocked throat hard to voice, as if swallowing a giant, dry fruit.
He urgently wanted people to turn back, mentally screaming to make people run quickly, but his heart told him if he turned away now, he’d miss the truth.
They entered the city’s innermost ring—a more than one hundred-story skyscraper.
Riding the elevator up, automatic doors opened widely, at the sight’s end waited a white figure.
He had a head of snow-white hair, cold, inorganic eyes, a face sculpted like by God’s hand, with a full figure, seated upon a chair.
Behind Him was a large rectangular floor-to-ceiling window, without any barrier, allowing one to see the city’s grandeur with a glance.
Seeing the people, He remained seated on the high chair.
"Good afternoon, everyone." He interlaced his hands, posture dignified, the corners of his mouth upturned:
"My name is Skatalia, God of Intelligence."
"Welcome to my temple... uh, my city. I hope you like my temple and feel you can stay here for a while."
"Hello." Sique nodded in response, ready to speak.
The God of Intelligence, Skatalia, interrupted him, smiling as He looked at Yamada Machiichi:
"If you don’t like this name of mine, or, some acquaintances of mine may call me—"
He glanced at Yamada Machiichi and Shadow, His face appearing somewhat translucent, revealing a perfectly flawless smile, like the most refined instrument:
"...Chose ’reality’ over the ’fairy tale’ dawn."
Yamada Machiichi’s breathing at this moment finally stilled.
Skatalia... behind Him stood a figure.
He wore white hair, turquoise eyes like sycamore leaves, dark red layered collared dress suit, a spine growing crimson tubes like a snake.
He calmly watched the crowd, as if unchanged in a thousand years.
