Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1528 - 5: Our Story (Author: Mo Yan)
"Ah, is the fourth story actually about me?" The intellectual woman wearing glasses and exuding an aura of grace showed a bitter smile: "As you can see, I am a pure researcher. After developing the ’Strawberry Crisp’ signal, I have no means to assist you."
Her story holds no fantasy, just the repetitive, mechanical work of a scientist. Unlike Alauddin and Bei Wang, she does not have a separate story space; instead, her story is intertwined with reality.
Su Ming’an saw words floating in the air, filled with dizzying numbers and formulas.
This is the tedium belonging to researchers.
They respect essence and origin, never disregard due to ignorance, never destroy due to the inability to explore.
It is 9:45 in the morning.
"...Oh, Lady Bella, is your friend escaping enemy attack?" The people did not recognize their great Lord Olivius, as the mask concealed his face.
Old Victor, swaying slightly, suggested, "Right... we, down below us, is the Star Destroyer Cannon developed by the Mechanical Race of the First Epoch while escaping wraith pursuit. Before, ethical issues prevented its use, but now it’s useless to keep it... Lady Bella, would you like to try it?"
Su Ming’an’s gaze met Isabella’s, and they instantly exchanged meanings. Su Ming’an nodded: "I’ll go ahead first."
I’ll head to the next story, waiting for your initiation.
Isabella nodded steadily, discarding the glass wine cup: "Alright."
I will go to initiate the Star Destroyer Cannon, striving to cover your subsequent steps.
Some people with good resistance to alcohol stood up and said, "We’ll help with the adjustments!" Since they were all going to die anyway, they might as well perform one last good deed to help Lady Bella’s friend survive.
"Exactly! Anyway, those stars have all turned into binding tokens between male and female literati, we might as well blow them up!"
"Hehe, Ran Bo is so lucky, being pulled into creating the Lin Clan, he’s sure to become a hero immortalized in history. We can’t let that kid leave us far behind."
The majority of Luowasha’s stars are beneath the firmament rather than in the universe. They drift like clouds in the sky.
Su Ming’an’s eyes trembled slightly, suddenly recalling Tretiya, recalling Xu Dong, recalling Ran Bo’s sobs, recalling the frustrated Lin Hejin, recalling countless faces buried in history.
"Isabella, give me a token of yours, preferably something related to me." He spoke.
He worried that Isabella providing remote protection would die in a corner out of his sight, fear that the Soul Ferry would not activate.
Isabella smiled gently, pulling out a note from her bosom and stuffing it into Su Ming’an’s palm.
...
[Young people should try to be gentlemen, don’t let her catch a cold.]
...
The handwriting was delicate, and the note had long since turned yellow.
"..." Su Ming’an froze for a second, then quickly realized what period this item was from, feeling somewhat melancholy, he placed the note into his backpack.
He stepped into the next story, and behind him came Isabella’s slightly hoarse voice:
"...Take care."
This young man, far younger than her, had endured too much suffering.
The sound of the guitar was like burning tobacco, lingering endlessly, Old Mok still sang the final song, his voice like a straw drenched in ash.
"Let’s have another drink, let’s have another drink, when the moon gets drunk like a rusty book page shape♪,"
"When all truths succumb to rhymes, at least let the martyr choose the shape of the flames♪,"
"We are about to set sail, about to set sail♪,"
"Oh, farewell my friend, our names will reflect on all polished Lighthouse windows♪..."
...
[When Lady Bella came to the rooftop, she saw the explorers about to sacrifice themselves, they resembled a new generation of "Dean Kael", drunkenly gazing at the starry sky.]
["I once dreamt of a world where people weren’t even allowed to look at the sky. Because there was a demon in the sky." Isabella said: "We are allowed to look at the sky, but the sky is no longer the sky..."]
[She looked up at the stars, they were a pink heart, a sparkling diamond ring, a kiss between a man and a woman... Literati have always excelled at sublimating war with their most melodious and lilted techniques, as if bones could give rise to flowers, yet...]
["If everything can be created with a ’Feather Pen’ and every scientific law can be altered with ’Ink’, where is humanity’s future?" Isabella gently murmured:]
["If everyone relies on the creator’s pen, relies on artificially modified ’natural laws’, where are the objective and precise scientific principles?"]
After seeing off Su Ming’an, she heard Old Mike’s last song accompanied by the guitar’s rough string sounds.
...
"Let’s have another drink, let’s have another drink, my dear friend!♪"
"Let’s raise our glasses to shooting stars and wish that Luowasha’s Wildfire remembers the weight of apples of old!♪"
"Sing another song, sing another song, my esteemed lover!♪"
"We laugh as we smash empty wine bottles, yet they say the apple should fall in poetic lines,♪"
"The storybooks are filled with correct answers, and we are the stubborn shipwrecks♪,"
"When all stories turn into fairy tales, at least let the bells of the polar cathedral remember the north♪..."
...
[Story Title: "Our Story"]
[Creator: Mo Yan]
[Story Summary: The young swordsman Xiaoyao Zi, under the pseudonym "Mo Yan", yearns to wander the Jianghu and wield his sword across the world, but chooses to return among the commoners, to return before most ordinary people, to protect them.]
["I wish to be a great hero," Mo Yan said calmly:]
["Peace in the nation, joy among the people, that is a great hero."]
...
"Big brother."
When Su Ming’an walked out of the vortex, he caught sight of the white-haired youth bearing a sword.
The white-haired youth was drinking a cup of golden Dragon Blood, as if swallowing poison.
Similar to Mo Yan, Hua De, Mei Yani, Sherry, and others were drinking different colored blood, their actions uniformed, as if commanded by something.
Under the sky dyed with a pink hue, was a crowd of people, all drinking blood. The scene resembled a collective feast of the Blood Clan, yet did not feel eerie or terrifying.
"Big brother, this is the blood contributed by Dragon Emperor Ian and our kin... along with the other royals’ groups." Mo Yan said: "It can help us transcend our life’s essence, this way we can..."
Crack, crack—
His hair whorl trembled, suddenly sprouting dragon horns, muscles bulged, blood flowed, his expression growing painful. His body enlarged, wings sprouting from his back.
Hua De grew sharp teeth, Mei Yani sprouted Elf ears, Sherry became ghostly transparent, and many people were undergoing changes...
Then, some cut off their dragon horns and teeth, some gouged out flesh, throwing it into a huge Array. They drank new fresh blood.
——They collectively drank blood to transform, cut off transformed parts to throw into the Array, converting flesh and blood into energy, using the recovery ability granted by the World Game, repeating the above steps. It was equivalent to transferring Luowasha’s pressure to the World Game.
Earlier, Anthony led people to infuse Mana Points, then Lin Yin led players to infinitely revive, and later Hua De led people to cut flesh and bleed.
The Wisdom of the Fourth Catastrophe was vividly displayed at this moment.
...
[Energy 8980/10000]
[Energy 9010/10000]
[Energy 9030/10000]
...
At 9:46 in the morning, energy was rapidly increasing.
This was equivalent to depleting people’s potential and mental state, yet it was the last resort. They discovered that the Strawberry Crisp had fallen, taking extreme and effective actions.
"Su Ming’an."
The air created ripples, but the one who emerged was not the High Dimensions, but the Cloud City God.
He gazed over like golden pupils:
"We must start the journey now, act."
Su Ming’an glanced at the sky filled with falling Strawberry Crisp, observed the people cutting flesh and bleeding:
"...wait a little longer."
The energy was only at 9000 points, still not enough. They did not know where a problem might arise from the missing 1000 points on this enormous Ark.
At this moment, the energy suddenly jumped, from 9030 points to 9430 points; the Fifth Thrones Starfire had freed up a moment and poured the energy into the World Book. But still lacking about 600 points.
"We must start now, Su Ming’an, I just measured it." The Cloud City God repeated, tone extremely rational: "You are considering how to stop the chariot problem, but in fact, you can only let it drive toward the direction where fewer people are bound. There is no perfection in this world, not enough is not enough."
Sique Olivius and Luowasha people had accumulated energy for so long, only to collect over eight thousand points; even if ten billion players and hundreds of billion Luowasha people exerted all efforts to cut flesh and bleed, they managed to add merely several hundred points. How could Su Ming’an possibly fill the final gap within a short span of a few dozen minutes?
In that instant, Su Ming’an recalled a lot.
He did not complete the bet with Wu Yi; the Ninth Thrones would not assist him; he couldn’t explore the relationship between Kritchens and Qin Si, unable to grasp Kritchens; he couldn’t swiftly follow Hui Bai’s movements, unsure of the situation with Artificial Rin Clan; the Supreme Lord was not threatened, wouldn’t intervene in this story.
He realized he had many overlooked areas; if he had acted on them earlier, maybe there would be more opportunities.
But, too busy.
Indeed, too busy.
He feared the emergence of death rebound and dared not send Shadow into these high-risk areas after the disappearance of the Cloning Ming. Noel Agnini, who could keep up with his pace, became his biggest enemy, unable to assist him in investigating these doubts. He was busy maintaining humanity and Rationality after ascending to Second-level God, busy slaying God to obtain energy, busy negotiating under the eyes of countless High Dimensions, busy exploring the truth of World Game Reincarnation, busy constructing a small world...
Even if he kept dying and rebounding to mend gaps, most things became meaningless once covered by Time, like a Strategy against Wu Yi or taking care of Artificial Rin Clan.
...If I had been a bit bolder back then, choosing to venture forward across the sea, would things be different now? Would there be a third party that could let me fill the remaining energy gap?
Su Ming’an considered this possibility, yet he knew he had to make a decision now.
...Still, he wasn’t perfect. Sorry.
Fortunately, when he bought grandma’s flowers that night, he thought of a pretty good method, a way to make some amends.
He reached out, flipped open the World Book, adjusted a certain Memory Clip to the last.
"Come on." He deeply, nostalgically looked at the sky tinged with pink hue:
"——Let’s embark on the journey."
In fact, at that moment, he wanted more to glance at Zhai Xing’s familiar gray-blue sky.
...
Lü Shu walked toward the Court of Death.
He was no longer in Luowasha, this was a cyberpunk planet, suffused with ample darkness and death aura. He pushed open the heavy mechanical door, looking toward the end of the red carpet.
The blue-haired youth, Wu Yi, seated in the chair, was engrossed in reading something; upon hearing the noise, he lifted his head with interest: "Oh? You’re Su Ming’an’s companion? You came to find me? Planning to switch allegiance at the last moment?"
Lü Shu remained expressionless, crimson wings unfolded from his back, drawing the Black Blade.
"On the contrary." He stepped forward with each word, his momentum climbing:
"Laplace is restricted by Su Ming’an, He will not return."
"I heard in the first World Game’s Reincarnation, I was Laplace’s Favored."
"You are Laplace’s current Favored. I wonder between Laplace, whose fate with Laplace is greater, mine or yours?"
Wu Yi squinted his eyes: "Oh, you want to seize..."
"I want to kill."
