Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1526 - 18: Angel (Author: Lin Yin)

Dong——Dong——Dong——

The brass clock hanging on the vines struck twelve.

Aimed at the "Witch," the "Elder Sister" threw candy like flying stones. The "Younger Sister" released black swans flapping their wings from her embrace. The "Servant" forcefully hurled a sharp broom.

The "Witch's" crystal shoes shattered sugar all over the ground, her dance steps slightly faltered, but she did not stop.

With an open palm, the "Witch" scattered grains resembling wheat ears, dodging the swans' attacks.

The "Witch" sidestepped the broom, tightened her grip on "Cinderella's" wrist, and soared high toward the vines above.

The pumpkin carriage hovered at the vines, its four rainbow unicorns restlessly scraped their hooves, eager to dash. However, as the "Witch" was about to step into the departing carriage—

The stern-faced "Stepmother," with curly rose-red long hair, blocked the way.

The sisters couldn't miss the chance to perform in front of the Princess, and the servant had to follow them closely. As for the stepmother, she needn't linger in the dance floor.

"Thus, it is reasonable for Him to wait here…," Su Ming'an looked up, "In His hand… He wants to start a fire!"

The next moment, a black oil lamp was thrown down.

The "Stepmother" dropped the oil lamp, which smashed upon the vines, and rapidly spreading blue flames engulfed the pumpkin carriage. The rainbow unicorns screamed and charged forward, stirred.

A few sparks fell into the dance floor. The fire spread at an incredible speed. As the pumpkin carriage was about to move away, the "Witch" looked northward at Su Ming'an.

Su Ming'an had to step into the next story quickly, or he would be trapped here.

The voice from the north was steady. The magically enhanced throat was so incredible, its words smooth and swift:

"Remember me well, Protagonist."

As long as the Protagonist remembers, they can be rewritten by Luowasha's Creation System.

If the soul resides under the Protagonist's ferry, it will not truly perish.

He closed his eyes, exhaled white breath, and slowly raised his hand, as if wielding a baton:

"Let the breath of the Northern Territory pierce the triple veil, let the edge of the salt pillar cut through the warm bloodline,"

"O Waters, let the cold tide entangle sinners' joints like a violent storm…"

His palm pressed against the vine, and frost rapidly surged toward the high "Stepmother." Meanwhile, the pumpkin carriage extended a vine, pulling Su Ming'an into the carriage. The rainbow unicorns dashed out, quickly pulling the carriage away.

Suddenly, a golden broom handle pierced through the north's back, emerging from his chest, with bright red blood flowing down the wooden pole, staining the synapses crimson.

Countless vines grew from the tree's crevices, "hanging" him on the branch.

Candy exploded, shattering his legs and feet, while the stepmother's cane pierced his shoulder.

Yet he tightly clutched the magic wand with one hand and firmly grasped the stepmother's wrist with the other, with slippery blood sliding down both arms.

Frost spread madly from his body, intertwining and forming lumps, like silver-white snakes wildly fluttering around, covering the stepmother's chest, the elder sister's legs, the younger sister's arms, and the servant's forehead… In an instant, pure white frost covered the vines and dance floor.

"Ka—Ka-Ka—"

The sound of icing was crisp and piercing.

Frost formed on the cheeks of the white-haired boy, turning from leg to neck into an ice block. The four figures tried to avoid it, but couldn't resist the full burst of the "Fairy Godmother," turning into frozen statues. Even the stepmother, who read the black magic book and was adept at arson, had no logic to break through this madness of freezing.

The story's protagonist and creator used the story's logic to trap Them—"Fairy Godmother" would protect the "Cinderella" who couldn't leave by midnight.

"The holy name of the distant watchers rises from the glacier, at this moment all the gods are bound prisoners,"

"Seresaya, Ankeville, Nier Mageion…"

"O Waters, let the cold tide freeze sinners' shells like parasitic vines…"

After the crisp sound, the entire dance floor became a massive, suspended ice block full of countless pillars of ice. Lanterns, flames, scarlet carpets, gold-edged dinner plates, falling crystal chandeliers, and fleeing men and women… like time-frozen blue amber, silent under the frost.

The stepmother, younger sister, elder sister, and servant, four figures, resembled soundless sculptures.

More than half of the World Tree's trunk turned ice blue, even its outspread branches and leaves exuded frost.

When Su Ming'an sitting in the pumpkin carriage turned back—

He saw a huge, ice-blue, frost-covered tree, towering high with leaves silent.

Dong, Dong, Dong.

The clock's twelve chimes finally ended, the pumpkin carriage transformed into withered vines, the rainbow unicorns pulling the carriage turned into mice, and Su Ming'an fell from high in the air, tumbling into a ripple of waves.

——He had escaped the sight of the four high-dimensional beings and stepped into the next story.

Meanwhile, in the current story, the white-haired boy breathed faintly, body temperature like ice, slowly closing his eyes.

He still firmly gripped the magic wand, chanting the apocalypse spell. This was the Frost Sleep God's most powerful skill, a one-time burst skill, requiring no mana points, only that the Frost Sleep God truly fell into a long "slumber."

"Amen, amen, may the gods be annihilated,

"Let my pupils become the last mirror of the frozen lake,

"At this moment my breath is the tide of doom…"

Ka-Ka-Ka——

Everywhere white-spotted, silent voice.

Bei Wang had no grand lofty ideals.

He just thought the duck-goose killing in the villa was fun, the untasty New Year's Eve meal he had never experienced, as people could gather and do so many interesting things, whether making dumplings or having a New Year's Eve dinner. Or instead, sitting alone in a wooden hut warming by the fire, gazing blankly at the beast skins on the wall.

Although he liked the latter lifestyle, the former was also interesting. As long as the protagonist could rewrite, then as long as the protagonist is alive, such things would happen again and again in the future. No need to wait long, they would meet again.

The hunter, with such simple thoughts, frozen himself and all enemies into frost.

In the sealed ice, the white-haired boy slightly closed his eyes, a cane through his shoulder, legs and feet revealing white bones. His expression silent, ice-blue pupils quietly gazing toward the departing pumpkin carriage.

...

"Ka——Ka——Ka——Ka——"

Four sharp ice-breaking sounds.

After the creator of the story lost control, the four high-dimensional beings regained their original power, breaking through the ice and shattering the huge, mountain-sized ice block.

Like the sound of shattered glass, after the tickling sound of falling ice mingling with drizzle, the ice-bound dance floor and tree trunk, having become brittle due to low temperature, shattered at the sound, everything frozen in ice turned to powder.

Yuritilola quickly walked to the frozen Bei Wang, wanting to take his beautiful Rose Robes, but her fingers lightly touched, and the frost in front shattered.

"Ka-Ka-Ka——"

In extreme cold, frozen objects had already turned brittle as thin paper.

The protagonist wearing a Crystal Crown, eyes closed, broke apart beneath layers of ice.

Yuritilola snorted softly, leaving the story.

"He shattered."

...

[Team Remaining: 13/15]

...

"Ding Dong!"

[You've obtained "Frost Heart" (Purple Grade)]

[Frost Heart (Purple Grade): "After that, I had a dream. I dreamed of a forest, where there was a deep green ocean..."]

[Durability: 5/5]

[Type: Special Type Item.]

[Ability: The product of "Frost Sleep God's" occupational talent skill "Nirvana". Under the catalysis of First Level God Level ability, this item can rebirth the occupational holder in its original state.]

...

"Ding Dong!"

[You've triggered "Soul Ferry": When seeking consent from others in an instance, you can condense and store the emotions and memories of others in your mind, and use their weak abilities. Only effective upon others' death.]

[Current stored skills: 1. Wind Element Control. 2. Big Orange Bread, Come on!]

[Newly stored skills: 1. Ice Element Control. 2. Unobstructed Sleep.]

...

A girl with a white bow and dressed in pure white short attire opened her eyes.

The story belonging to "Witch" ended, and now it's her turn.

She is surrounded by masses of players, both male and female, of different skin colors. They are chanting spells, and the space is like a transforming cube, sometimes bulging, sometimes tightening.

As the communicator between Main God World and instance, Lin Yin has built the bridge between the front and the rear. One quarter of the new casual players in this instance followed her, summoned urgently not just for making Strawberry Crisps but also for constructing a collaborative maze.

"Will the Number One Player really come?" Illusion System player Reggie anticipated.

"Better pray he doesn't come, if he chooses our story, it means some insane high-dimensionals will follow." Magic Array System player Filimon poured cold water.

"I still hope he comes, at least we can stall for a while here."

"Yes, we have particularly many people here! Hundreds of thousands of casual players! Although most are newly entered whiteboard players… But they don't have points, so they can just die and come back again."

"I'm afraid of pain, who has a prop to block pain?"

"No such thing, endure it, haha, I actually want to be stabbed to death by Yuritilola's little hand."

"Maya, big brother you…"

Lin Yin's pupils stared at the maze's structure, she knew Su Ming'an could step into her story anytime, didn't expect it to be so soon, the third story is hers.

A ripple floated up, she heard the sound of paper tearing, and a young man in black robes broke through the paper, his hand on the edge of a yellowing book page.

...

[Story Name: "Oh no! I've been loved by an Angel!"]

[Creator: Lin Yin]

[Story Summary: Being a five-year old fan of the holographic game "Love's Luowasha," internet-addicted girl Lin Xiaoxiao still took photos in the game on its shutdown's last moment. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

At the moment of shutdown, Lin Xiaoxiao unexpectedly entered a world identical to the game. As a second-round player, Lin Xiaoxiao started from scratch building favorability, but things took an unpredictable turn—

"I'm just heartlessly maxing out favorability on the chart, Dawn Angel, don't fall in love with me!"]

[Overall Score: 66]

[Current Elements: Joyful style, System, Sweet story, Game MMO]

[Your Story: 13,281 words]

[Popularity Ranking: 65th.]

[Click Count: 28.1 billion 29,106,192 times]

[World Tree Evaluation: "Brilliant Red."]

...

Su Ming'an originally thought Lin Yin's story would have a silly, joyful, relaxed atmosphere.

But he didn't see any tug-of-war between the internet-addicted girl and the angel, only a lady silently constructing a maze.

"Welcome to step into my story, my story resides within reality." Lin Yin looked at Su Ming'an: "This is the safest place in the city, the maze is directed by me, constantly changing spatial directions, should manage to stall for quite a while."

She suddenly paused and spoke softly:

"…Is there still room?"

She knew Lü Shu once possessed the Divinity of the Shitposter Demon, and also saw Su Ming'an swallow the Divinity.

Is there still room for a comeback?

Swallowing this thing, can you still live on?

Su Ming'an's smile was somewhat bright, yet before he spoke, it was overwhelmed by uproarious voices.

"Wow! Really came! Ugh ah ah ah ah!" Players crowded like hungry tigers, one after another.

"Su Ming'an! Alive!"

"Damn, those big villains are coming!"

"Focus on constructing the maze! At least stall for a few minutes, we can brag about being the Savior in the future!"

"Mom, I'm on TV!"

Everyone within the city limits were caught in Lin Yin's Story Domain.

She raised her hand, the air flipped over a book page, the excited players were blocked at the junction between the previous page and the next, only able to watch Su Ming'an in a daze, unable to reach him personally.

"Players are always like this." Su Ming'an looked at them. He didn't like overly noisy players, but if they don't drag down, such sounds actually seem lively.

However, the quirky and lively girl did not show a smile, her slightly green eyes gazing at him, asking for the second time:

"…Is there really no room?"

Su Ming'an restrained his smile, responding with a nod.

"I thought the last Divinity would be swallowed by Lü Shu, I was even considering how to save him." Lin Yin slowly said.

"It's okay, it's all the same." Su Ming'an shifted his gaze: "They're going to chase, should I leave?"

Lin Yin paused for two or three seconds, shook her head: "No need, my story is like a concentric circle maze, you're in the innermost ring, players are layer upon layer in the outermost ring, when they're all gone, it's time for you to step into the next story."

Su Ming'an was silent for a moment, he recalled ants in a sea of fire, ants would gather into a black ball, and when the outer circle of ants were all burned to death, the innermost ants could survive. Lin Yin's sweet silly story style… turned out to use such a tragic method.

Because there's nothing around her to borrow power from, Dawn Angel couldn't lend a hand, only relying on the just-entered hundreds of thousands of casual players.

Hence, these people are the only means.

They are weak, can't even conquer a zombie with combat power 1000 points. They lack experience, only able to boast on forums, drink tea in parks. But swift marching, their first battle requiring facing four high-dimensionals…

Under extreme power disparity, they are like ants in a sea of fire. A single ant is very small, dozens as large as a fingertip, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands can gather into a black ball. This black ball wrapping around the very big Su Ming'an must struggle to roll out from a blazing sea of fire…