Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1527 - 19: On Truth (By Isabella)

"They are voluntary. Those who are unwilling are making strawberry crisp in the other half of the city." Lin Yin calmly said, "Players will infinitely resurrect in the Main God World, so there’s no need to worry about their safety. Perhaps a few might not endure the agony of death, but..."

Her green pupils looked at him.

...But, Su Ming’an, you have already endured the agony of death hundreds of times. We are willing to bear it for you once or twice, two or three times, three or four times.

"Your past pains, many cannot share, nor turn back to see those abandoned chronicle stories, but at least this time, we’ve joined your story, this united tale known as ’Welcome to the World Game’." Lin Yin said.

Words unspeakable in the past, finally came out openly under the death rebound’s public disclosure without any reservation.

"Crackling—" Instantly, the sound of pages tearing emerged, and a dangerous shadow surfaced.

Lin Yin immediately activated the maze array, the vortex’s light wrapped around Su Ming’an, and in the next moment, those players outside vanished, faintly audible were the sounds of spatial rolling and cries.

Before Su Ming’an was a quiet basement of bluestone.

This was the array’s core, the innermost ring.

A pair of pure white wings grew from Lin Yin’s back, a golden halo floated upon her forehead, her eyes vibrant with life in emerald green, her palms forming a circle.

This "Violent Nurse" finally ceased brandishing her black big machete and properly utilized her healing ability, emerald green halos encircled Su Ming’an.

Adventurer Player Lin Yin, among the top ten in Healing Series Players, her mutated occupation "Life Ring" required her to absorb life force, hence she needed to slay enemies to absorb life force and transform it into healing for allies. Before Su Ming’an arrived, she had already slain many little figures intending to stir chaos. This "Violent Nurse" was never a purely innocent white flower, having grown up with Lü Shu, her eyes never tolerated grit.

Under the halo’s embrace, Su Ming’an felt his life force recovering, his pain from divinity torment easing, his breath turning steady...

In contrast, Lin Yin’s complexion grew increasingly pale, as if drained of life force.

"You can stop now." Su Ming’an promptly said.

"I’m the only nurse among the people you know. It’s just a little life force, I hope you can run faster, persist until the moment of success." Lin Yin said calmly.

She is the only nurse in the team.

Due to the high-risk mission, the team long ago stopped needing nurses, yet she still remembers her uniqueness—she is still the only, the strongest nurse Su Ming’an knows.

Sometimes, when Lü Shu and others feel tired, they find her for healing in the Main God World. But she is unwilling, she chose the healing occupation because she hopes to face not the blood of Lü Shu and others in helplessness, but is it that she must stand always at the rear and never touch their truly bleeding moment?

Finally, this day came.

The wounded Su Ming’an passed through her "transfer station," she played a significant role—healing his pain on the front line, alleviating his impending fatigue and helping him to go further.

Tens of thousands of casual players can drag out about two to three minutes.

She could heal for two to three minutes.

"Is there no room left?" The girl asked this question for the third time.

Life force being drained, she felt pain, yet she still asked, whether this lengthy and sorrowful tale still had room?

Having swallowed divinity, could one reach the blooming flowers on the other shore?

Why can Su Ming’an still not survive?

Indeed, he has already given his all, hasn’t he?

At that instant, Su Ming’an heard the sound of something falling.

"Thud."

It was a strawberry crisp.

It rolled down the stairs, lying on the bluestone of the basement.

Su Ming’an’s expression went blank for a moment, he looked up, through gaps underground, seeing out the window where one golden-crispy strawberry crisp after another floated, the pastry fell from the sky like a fantastic dream.

As if colorful pearls falling everywhere, as if drops of strawberry-flavored rain.

The temperature of the Red Sun rose to a certain threshold, strawberry crisps fell everywhere, the Ark was about to set sail.

Those holding "strawberry crisps," or people who hold the "strawberry crisp" concept, will be perceived by the Twelfth Thrones’ "Spiritual Dream-Maker," helping them to shield IPs and board the ship to a new world.

—This was 9:41 AM, May 31, 2025.

Not the ruined world’s dimensional Ark, nor the thousand-year Ark of the World of Old Days, but the ship belonging to Zhai Xing and Luowasha themselves.

One billion stay-behinds and one hundred million sea pioneers, they once came from the same hometown.

Su Ming’an clicked open the scarlet wristwatch, the energy value was [8910/10000], he realized it was not enough, but time was already running out.

Strawberry crisps falling meant the temperature reached a critical point, if not left, everyone would be burned to death. But insufficient energy value meant many would be forced to remain...

"You have already done very well. You have delayed four high-dimensional’s steps." Lin Yin comforted, "Many people have already been saved because of this, it’s enough."

"I want to see the situation outside." Su Ming’an said.

Lin Yin nodded and turned a page:

...

[Lin Yin unlocked the maze barrier and brought Su Ming’an to the safest array’s core.]

[Outside the barrier, under the sweep of high dimensions, players’ figures fell like harvested wheat, but the number of players was always numerous, this was because many wandering players in the Main God World, upon seeing this scene, decided to enter the field, using quantity to fill.]

[In Su Ming’an’s live broadcast room, the barrage rolled:]

[I’m on my way! I’ll appear here soon!]

[I’m queuing up too, I’ll be there soon!]

[Are you all crazy? Entering the field at this time, dying means losing everything, have you considered your future and family?]

[People foolish nowadays, but there are always passionate people. If there’s not a single brave one left, then perhaps the world should be destroyed.]

[I was just cleared, so I can go a second time, a third time, with the World Game’s rules as a base, as long as I don’t fear pain, players will infinitely resurrect...]

...

Dense shadows of people, intersecting amid chaotic spatial fluctuations.

The players who died in the Tenth World were not many, but under the vast base, there were still tens of millions, these tens of millions were whiteboards after clearance, now as ants, they didn’t feel distressed.

The base mana points of one player is 100-500 points, ten thousand players is 1 million-5 million points, ten million players are...

One billion points.

What would a spell barrier maze built of one billion mana points look like?

Su Ming’an couldn’t see the operating circumstance of continuous axle turns in the Main God World, nor the day and night order maintenance of United Group organizations, but he could see the spectacle before him—a pitch-black, giant "ant ball" forming, rolling in the fire sea, burning to shrink, yet quickly expanding to fill.

Or emitting a negligible fireball, it vanished among the broken spaces.

Or transformed into a druid, unable to draw out claws before melting.

Or just drawing out a long sword, then person and sword alike turn to ashes.

Su Ming’an even glimpsed a familiar figure, a player who summoned the White Bird in the First World, leaving a deep impression on him. This player has crawled and rolled until now, still remaining a blank slate.

Until the shouting around grew quieter, Lin Yin’s face turned increasingly pale.

She glanced at her watch, three minutes, a very short three minutes.

"...I still look forward to going to Taihua Mountain together. Until the last moment, you, this guy, must never give up hope." She said.

The vortex in space fluctuated, revealing the increasingly close dangerous shadow.

Lin Yin remained calm, accurately judging the timing, decisively waved her hand, a golden-yellow book page flipped in the air, opened up an escape vortex, a suction force emanated.

Su Ming’an was sucked into the vortex, and in the next moment, he felt a shadow engulfing his back, vaguely sensing blood splatter on his spine.

"Bam!"

In front of him, as if a non-existent Taihua Mountain appeared.

...

[Team Remaining: 12/15]

...

"Ding Dong!"

[You’ve obtained "Black Big Machete" (Purple Grade)]

[Black Big Machete (Purple Grade): "Guns and Roses, always ready for the Princess. Love and gentleness, eternal for Her Highness."]

[Durability: 5/5]

[Type: Special Type Item.]

[Content: Lin Yin’s personal weapon, unusable by others. She used this Black Big Machete to cut down many who tried to assassinate the nurses.]

...

[You’ve triggered "Soul Ferry"!]

[Newly stored skills: 1. Healing Ring. 2. Super Milk Mother’s Invincible Spiral Great Blade Slash.]

...

Central Research Institute.

Isabella opened a bottle of red wine, the rose-colored liquid poured into a glass. She adjusted her glasses, faintly revealing wrinkles on her forehead.

This scientist wasn’t particularly skilled in literary affairs, almost writing the story like a paper, attempting to scientifically deconstruct Luowasha’s magical tales. She, like a competent scientist, always stayed at the institute, until with a "thud", a Strawberry Crisp rolled in through the window.

She closed the window, ascended the elevator, and sat on the rooftop.

The Central Research Institute had a large rooftop, previously used for stargazing.

At this moment, people were drinking here.

...

[Story Title: "On Truth"]

[Creator: Isabella]

[Story Summary: This is a story about truth, no time for a summary.]

...

In history, there was a pitiful gentleman named Dean Kael, who was struck by the collapse of the edifice of science with the advent of Genesis, and drunkenly leaped from a tall building to seek a world without drunkenness.

Today, Isabella saw the "Dean Kaels" again.

They sat around on the rooftop, under the spectacular view of the sun and moon in the sky, gazing at the celestial Morning Star.

"That star is the Morning Wolf Star... Haha, three days ago this Constant Star was renamed ’Eyes of the Grey Wolf’ by some whimsical Creator, and then its spectrum changed like the Grey Wolf..." Old Victor stood up shakily: "Do you know what the most ironic thing is? While we bury our heads in calculations day and night, some writer merely writes ’the stars are gentle as a baby’s breathing,’ and those damned spectral lines truly begin to resemble a child’s breath!"

Augustus, full-bearded, held up a bottle: "That over there is the Seven Stars of Pegasus! The distance that astronomer Herschel spent a lifetime measuring... is now an earring dropped by a princess in a fairy tale! Who still cares about its former value, no one!"

Mansa, her black short hair in disarray, laughed drunkenly, pointing to a direction: "There’s also the supernova remnant NGC 6960..." she burped: "It’s the same, a few hundred years ago we used it to verify light speed isotropy... now its significance is a footnote in a romance novel, stardust becoming one literary trope after another..."

In their vision, a star that once initiated cosmic-scale cognition was being rewritten in an essay, crowned as "tokens of affection crafted by the protagonists," radiating the brilliance of love.

A few days ago, they saw a poet write "star trails like braids" and the stars truly began weaving into the shape of braids.

In the last darkness before dawn, the starlight fell into their glasses.

In the distance, beyond the horizon, people were preparing to board a ship. They wore weary expressions, some carrying large bags; fanning themselves, making ice attempts to cool down; or tightly embracing each other, nervously awaiting the fateful moment.

Here, in the soon-to-be vanished sanctuary of old physics, the old-school scientists stubbornly counted the stars—they witnessed the afterglow of the stars, as if collecting the ashes of their lifelong faith.

They made no preparations for sailing, like grains of sand waiting for the whirlwind to sweep them away.

Not everyone is willing to venture to the New World. Those nostalgic for their homeland, willing to share life and death, or with shattered faith, would rather stay on their abandoned land, in this destined desolate graveyard.

This is an absurd world, yet also one that evokes deep longing.

When the first star began to fall, they simultaneously raised their heads to drink, igniting the wheat wine in their hands.

"—To Dean Kael!" A bearded man raised his glass high: "A few years ago, when that drunk leaped from Brooklyn Mansion, did he ever think we would choose a more magnificent death?"

They clinked glasses, splashing the wine.

Someone started playing the guitar, an old elder named Old Mike, wearing a flax-colored baseball cap and a brown jacket, humming Luowasha’s ballad. His rough fingers plucked the guitar strings, moonlight wavered at the base of a whiskey bottle.

"Ah, my dear friend, today I’m sailing far, today I’m sailing far! ♪"

"To that harbor poets of Luowasha cannot find, to the pasture ink cannot darken! ♪"

"In the starry sky’s cracks, bellflowers grow, some poet says it’s romantic growth♪,"

"But we remember two hundred thirty years ago, the dew there once dampened our data notebooks♪..."

At this moment, laughter reached Isabella’s ears.

A young man wearing a white mask emerged from the vortex, the mask dripping with bright red oil paint, surrounded by a halo of rainbow colors, accompanied by extremely harsh laughter.

"The fourth story." The young man muttered calmly.

People froze for a moment, but they didn’t fear, instead raising their glasses to invite this stranger to join them.

"Lady Bella, is this your friend?" They asked curiously.

"Lady Bella has such good Popularity, she truly has friends everywhere."

Su Ming’an gently covered his nose from the scent of the wine and looked toward Isabella.