Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1553: Handshake with Noel (Part 2)

"Little Su Ming’an," wearing a high school uniform, seemed to stand across the shore, gazing at Su Ming’an.

"Are you the future me?"

"...Yes."

"How is my future self doing?"

Su Ming’an thought for a moment and said, "You still save people like you used to. You saved many kind-hearted people who repay kindness, and also many ungrateful bad people."

"The fire in your heart burns you, making you feel extremely painful, but even so, it still burns, never stopping."

"You have regretted, but in the end, you did not."

"You headed towards an ending that wasn’t perfect, but still quite good. It’s just that there’s still a bit of regret in your heart."

"But that’s fine, it’s still very good."

After listening, the young man nodded lightly.

Su Ming’an glanced around and found that Wu Yi was gone, leaving only him and Little Ming’an in the pale void.

A system interface appeared:

[Please complete the mission ’Make "Little Ming’an" become "Su Ming’an."]

[Mission content: Please let Little Ming’an follow the exact path you have walked in this life and witness his ending. Finally, ask him a question:]

["—Do you accept such an ending?"]

...

What kind of mission is this?

Su Ming’an frowned, and the young man calmly looked at him.

"Alright, it seems that without completing the mission, it won’t end either..." Su Ming’an sighed.

The training began.

Time passed quickly in Su Ming’an’s perception, as if a thousand years had passed in the Tenth World. In the blink of an eye, Little Ming’an grew a bit taller, and in the scene, he entered university.

A month later, the turning point in life happened.

The World Game began, and when Little Ming’an headed for the third floor of the Central Hospital, Su Ming’an hesitated for a moment, as if by psychic connection, Little Ming’an did not go up.

Subsequently, the Perfect Pass was taken by Eni ahead of him.

...

[Mission failed, please start over.]

...

Little Ming’an disappeared, and a new Little Ming’an came out of the frame, calmly looking at Su Ming’an.

Su Ming’an was silent for a while and began the training again.

However, due to Su Ming’an’s momentary hesitation or soft-heartedness, Little Ming’an would take the wrong direction, and any slight deviation would cause Little Ming’an to disappear.

Until Little Ming’an finally arrived on the eve of the Eleventh World, sitting on the bed, he gently looked up towards Su Ming’an.

"...I can’t hold on much longer," Little Ming’an said, "Do I have to follow in your footsteps?"

Su Ming’an was stunned for a moment but still said, "Yes." If you don’t follow my footsteps, you’ll disappear.

Little Ming’an was silent for a moment and nodded.

He picked up a crystal piano, one of the few things that deviated from Su Ming’an’s possessions. Su Ming’an did not have a crystal piano in his personal space, but Little Ming’an bought one for himself.

He quietly looked at the crystal piano and gently kissed it.

At the end of the Eleventh instance, Little Ming’an stood under the World Tree.

Facing Noel’s incoming scythe, he closed his eyes, not defending, planning to stab right.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, tears flowing down:

"I don’t want... I don’t want to die, I don’t want to become a tree..."

"Clang!"

His blade blocked Noel’s scythe.

In Su Ming’an’s shocked gaze, Little Ming’an went all out, at the cost of his severe injuries, using emotional resonance, thrusting the sword of words into Noel’s body.

In the silent white torrent, Little Ming’an looked in Su Ming’an’s direction, smiling through tears:

"You don’t want to die, right."

"You resist this predetermined ending."

"If that’s the case, ’Farmer,’ why do you force me to walk towards this story’s conclusion..."

His figure gradually dissipated.

A new Little Ming’an appeared, calmly looking at Su Ming’an.

Su Ming’an quietly stood in place.

"You understand now, right," Wu Yi appeared at this moment, "This is the ’Farmer’s Arrogance.’"

"What seemed to be memories just now was actually a blank person experiencing everything you have been through before. That’s what we commonly call—’implanting character settings.’"

Su Ming’an said slowly, "And we, at this time, compared to him, are like ’Farmers’ and ’Turkeys.’"

"Exactly," Wu Yi said, "You can guide his life’s direction, you can change his future, you are the ’Farmer.’"

"Have you heard of the IF line?"

"For example, in an IF line where the World Game has not descended, what would you be like? A powerless, ordinary person who couldn’t even save a homeless person under a bridge."

"But in an IF line where the World Game has descended, you can radiate brilliance that shakes the entire world, even the Universe."

"Sometimes, the ’Farmer’ can only watch as a ’Turkey’ that was supposed to shine brightly heads towards a mediocre path. For example, a child who could originally win a Nobel Prize ends up only getting married and having children in the mountains due to lack of education. A child who could solve world problems gets brain-damaged by a truck in his childhood."

"So, the IF line holds endless possibilities. You can become the World Tree, or sink into dreams..."

"But aren’t those endings... still IF lines?"

"As long as they are ’observed,’ they remain IF lines, not true freedom."

"For these kids, we are like ’Farmers’ to ’Turkeys.’ And to us, the ’Awakeners’ are also like ’Farmers’ to ’Turkeys.’"

"Those guys, relying on retaining some fragmented memories, arbitrarily change things—even meddling with our ’character settings’..."

"Imagine, what if your family was originally happy and harmonious, but a ’Awakener,’ who retained some memories from before, remembered your former glory. So he deliberately posted a lot of negative reviews about your mother online, causing her depression... From then on, your family was broken."

"Wouldn’t that be called a ’character setting altered by an Awakener’?"

"What’s scarier is, those guys learned to stick together, and even if each ’Awakener’ can only retain a tiny bit of memory, once they stick together and exchange memories... How much memory can they retain in total?"

"So, are you suggesting to kill the ’Awakeners’?" Su Ming’an said.

"Not necessarily," Wu Yi said, "There are bad people, but good ones too. ’Awakeners’ can prevent the Universe from becoming rigid, like catalysts in a stream of fresh water."

"So how do you plan to treat them?" Su Ming’an asked.

Wu Yi smiled, looking at you:

"This time, there seems to be no chance, the ending is set."

"Next time, try it."

Su Ming’an was silent for a while and said, "Since this time is already over for you, what are you doing here?"

"This time may be over for you, but for many, life is still long," Wu Yi shrugged, "I am about to hold a ceremony, want to come along?"

"Alright." Su Ming’an agreed.

...

"Phew..." Isa blew on the painting. She had finally finished painting her lover’s face.

Her lover was very handsome, with gentle and affectionate eyes.

At this moment, a tall blonde youth walked in: "Su Ming’an and Noel went after the owner of the ancient castle. I’m here to take the painting."

"Okay." Isa handed him the painting.

Hui Bai glanced at the person in the painting and was stunned.

After a long while, he looked at Isa and suddenly asked, "What is your full name? This isn’t your full name, is it?"

"Isabelle." The beautiful Princess Isa said:

"My name is Isabelle."

...

"Dong——!"

With a sound of the bell, everyone gathered in the banquet hall.

At this point, only Hui Bai, Antetolia, Blake, Edith, and Ying Su were left.

Wu Yi appeared in the banquet hall holding a corpse, jumped onto a seat, and waved his hand: "Alright! Now I announce the MVP of this game—it’s you, Su Ming’an, as a demon, you killed quite a few!"

"Where did Noel go?" Ying Su asked.

"Anyway! Let’s start our grand finale now—just wait a moment, you all." Wu Yi completely ignored them and placed the corpse in the center of the hall, taking out a pen.

"That’s his lover, isn’t it?" Blake said.

"Everyone says so. But we might be wrong. Not all emotions are love." Edith said.

Wu Yi raised the pen high, the tip smearing intricate patterns, aimed at the heart of the corpse.

He lowered his eyelids and whispered softly beside the corpse’s ear:

"Sister."

"We’ve been apart for so long, finally we can meet again..."

The pen tip pierced the corpse, but no blood flowed out. Instead, the bright red patterns on the pen tip flowed into the body’s shell. Gradually, the pale corpse turned rosy, the withered limbs became full, and the girl slowly opened her eyes.

She rubbed her bleary eyes and called out: "Wu Yi?"

Wu Yi embraced her.

He bowed his head, unable to stop murmuring:

"It’s me, I’m right here."

"There will no longer be those knights who treat lives so lightly, I’ve punished the bad people. There will no longer be slums where people can’t get enough to eat or wear, I’ve saved many children..."

"However, sister, you know? The slums are gone, so many tall buildings have been built there, too much time has passed."

"Even though my life was a spur-of-the-moment inspiration by that bastard, even if it’s false, I still love you, sister, that’s all the meaning I’ve struggled for until now..."

"Life is false, the past is false, memories are false, but my love is true."

"You..." The girl looked at him: "What have you gone through?"

Even though she still didn’t understand the situation, seeing Wu Yi’s expression, many things must have happened.

Wu Yi looked at everyone, then back, and said:

"In the three resets of Luowasha I remember, the first time, I participated in the zeroth Disciple Game, trying to find a way to resurrect you, but I was too useless and died in the poison gas checkpoint, desperately wearing your old clothes before dying..."

"The second time, I met the protagonist of the second Disciple Game, Su Ming’an, I initially thought he was the one who wrote you to death. I finally met him, but he wasn’t what I imagined, so I hesitated, and didn’t make a move against him..."

"The third time, I finally managed to latch onto the line of the [Wheel of Destiny], and this ancient castle became an isolated stronghold. Here, those people can no longer tamper with our destiny, and I finally resurrected you..."

Su Ming’an stood behind the curtain, listening intently. The doubts in his heart were entirely resolved.

—This isn’t the fourteenth instance of the first World Game, it’s still the eleventh instance of the four hundred millionth World Game, Luowasha.

This is a story... written by Wu Yi.

The story replicated the fourteenth instance of the first World Game. Hui Bai, Antetolia, Ying Su, and others, were all rewritten by Wu Yi.

Wu Yi latched onto the line of the [Wheel of Destiny], so he and some members of the [Wheel of Destiny], such as Isa, the White Tombstone, wrote this story together.

Su Ming’an remembered, when he participated in the second Disciple Game, he and Qianqin had encountered a skeleton in the poison gas checkpoint, the skeleton was dressed in women’s clothes, and Su Ming’an didn’t look closely, assuming it was a female skeleton.

In fact, that wasn’t a female, but Wu Yi who died under the poison gas wearing his sister’s old clothes. That was his first death, dying in the zeroth Disciple Game.

...

[Su Ming’an fumbled and reached out, finding a skeleton lying on the ground, mostly buried in soil. It was only through some remaining scraps of clothing on the skeleton that one could tell it was women’s clothing. There was a red knot on the skeleton’s wrist, resembling a woman’s hair tie.]

["Apologies." Su Ming’an silently thought to himself.]

...

After death, Wu Yi originally thought he had been liberated, but he wasn’t let go, and was written out again.

He wanted revenge and kept searching for the person who created him, eventually finding Su Ming’an who had just entered the eleventh instance, he sensed Olivius’s aura on Su Ming’an. But he felt Su Ming’an was too good of a person, so he didn’t make a move.

Later, he climbed his way up to finally becoming the Divine Envoy of the Ninth Thrones in his quest to resurrect his sister, only to be overthrown and assassinated by Lü Shu.

He originally thought he had no more chances, but then he was written out again.

He was both desperate and amused—why resurrect me? Do they really like my character that much? Should I thank that person for their gift, or hate them for not letting me go!? Even in death, there is no peace, never truly able to die, how torturous can this be?

However, fortunately, he still had something he must do, his sister...

After his third resurrection, he latched onto the line of the [Wheel of Destiny], struggled all the way here, and created a story of "the fourteenth instance of the first World Game," trying various experiments to resurrect his sister.

At this moment, he finally succeeded.

As for those "farmers" in the sky, they are the companions of the [Wheel of Destiny] who created this story with him.

—Wu Yi, whom Isa referred to as the "leader," was actually on the same team as her lover. She wasn’t truly considered a member of the [Wheel of Destiny] because she was merely written out by them.

Self-proclaimed to break the destiny, the [Wheel of Destiny] also manipulates others’ destinies.

They are the "farmers" manipulating all this, and also the "turkeys" living in their own story.

At this moment, Su Ming’an heard Noel’s voice in his ear:

...

[—The true way to cut off "farmers’" observation is to create a story of your own and become your own "farmer."]

[As long as you manipulate yourself, no one else can manipulate you.]

...

This was the second time Noel spoke.

Su Ming’an already vaguely understood what Noel was implying to him.

"How interesting..." At this moment, a blue-haired man draped in a deep purple scarf sauntered over; it was Lu Likalpos.

"Hmm? Only five survivors left, how are you still alive?" Su Ming’an turned his head.

"Ah, because like you, I’m not considered a participant of this ’instance.’" Lu gently blinked: "We are both outsiders, Su Ming’an."

He called out Su Ming’an’s identity.

After the World Tree showdown began, Lu Likalpos initially intended to go support, but he quickly realized that the World Tree was sealed, he couldn’t get in.

Of course, he wouldn’t just sit and wait for death; after the Snow of the End descended, he decided to look into an underwater relic he had previously explored. He believed that Luowasha’s civilization still had much worth exploring, but if it wasn’t his last resort, he wouldn’t explore such a completely unknown place.

At the moment the Snow of the End fell, Lu leaped and plunged into the underwater relic, where he saw the story written by Wu Yi.

"I’ve heard about Wu Yi’s experiences, so I purposely went to see the original site of the slums..." Lu shrugged. "Unfortunately, there’s never been any slums there, only skyscrapers. And no one has ever heard of Wu Yi living there with his sister."

Su Ming’an was stunned.

Wu Yi was also taken aback, but soon retorted without hesitation, "Nonsense! We lived in the slums. I had many brothers and sisters. My sister made a living by sewing; she sewed many clothes for us. I clearly remember it was a rainy day when a group of ruthless knights killed her!"

"Hmm... so I also investigated the knights... there really isn’t any record of them killing your sister." Lu shrugged.

"They purposely erased it! Who would write down a record of killing civilians!" Wu Yi shouted angrily. "If my sister really didn’t exist, where did the old clothes I’m wearing come from! Where did the red string on my wrist come from!"

"So, I found it quite a coincidence." Lu rubbed his chin and took out a piece of red string: "I bought this in a nearby accessory store, two Shar Currency per string... It seems to be the same as the one on your wrist, yet you say it was handwoven by your sister."

He then took out a piece of clothing:

"I bought this from a nearby clothing store... Hmm, it seems identical to the ’clothes sewn by your sister’ that you mentioned..."

Wu Yi said nothing.

Su Ming’an was also dumbfounded. It seems that while he was busy, his teammates were not idle either.

Wu Yi hung his head, chuckling hoarsely a few times.

The young girl beside him was smart, gently shaking Wu Yi’s hand: "Wu Yi, I..."

"You’re real, sister." Wu Yi interrupted her, looking calm:

"Blue hair, I vaguely understand why you were able to buy the same red string and clothes nearby. It must be that when that person wrote about me, they happened to see such a red string and clothes, so they copied it directly into my character setting."

"Heh... Thus, it turns out that everything about my past was ’set,’ all false."

"There is no sister of mine, no slums, none of those winters spent with the children. I just carry these memories, born into the world like Isa."

"My past, my memories, are all forcibly filled with void."

"My life is a broken string, and it wasn’t until the moment I opened my eyes on the street that my life began, like a newborn child."

"But."

He looked up:

"So what?"

"She exists in my memory; even if I never interacted with her, even if my sister didn’t exist in reality—as long as I remember her, she exists!"

"Su Ming’an, what if I said Uncle Zhao in your memory doesn’t exist at all, that you never met such a kind person—you just couldn’t psychologically accept the deaths of your father and your mother entering a mental hospital, so you imagined an ’Uncle Zhao,’ would you believe it?"

"I don’t believe it." Su Ming’an shook his head firmly. Uncle Zhao must exist.

Even though he later moved to a new place and never went back, he believes his past was real.

"Then I also believe my sister must exist!" Wu Yi held his sister’s hand tightly, a smile playing on his lips: "Even if I never found my childhood slums, even if the clothes I treasure... are just ordinary garments worn by everyone!"

"Even if my lifelong feverish pursuit was nothing but a phantom image of a sister, merely a fictional character conjured from my void memories. But who says one cannot chase after a nonexistent phantom for their entire life?"

"Does it have to be real? Is falsehood ugly?"

"Is the world false? Is love false?"

"Are stories composed of words false? Are the love, joy, sadness, and hatred evoked after reading them false? Is the profound resonance and thought stirred by experiencing a story false?"

"As long as you believe, those are real."

"Su Ming’an, didn’t I ask you before to prove ’goodness’ to me?"

"You’ve already proven it. You, a guy who’s always deceiving NPCs’ feelings, are willing to become the World Tree, sacrificing your future and life."

"The blue-haired guy at your side also proved it, even though he’s already an esteemed Sea Emperor and a second-level god with boundless prospects, he’s willing to jump into the unknown underwater relic to gain more information for humanity."

"These fellows below me proved it too, even if they are top-ten players admired by humanity, they are willing to surgically sever their memories to step onto completely foreign planets for humanity to reach the universe."

"And I can chase after the void phantom of my displaced childhood... at all costs."

"All three phases of my life exist for her."

"’Goodness’ needs no further words, I have already seen it."

"It is far more enlightening than the few people you intentionally saved in the Disciple Game to show me."

"Hence—Su Ming’an."

Wu Yi pointed at Su Ming’an, raising his eyebrows and revealing the same smile as when they first met:

"I can repay the life-saving grace from back then; I said then, you saved me, and I would follow you."

"You kept your promise and proved ’goodness’ to me, so I reciprocate with sincerity."

"I have resurrected my sister and am about to complete my final task—I shall take revenge on the person who constructed all this falsehood. I invite you to witness this revenge."

"Are you referring to Sique?" Su Ming’an spoke slowly. According to the story he read in the Disciple Game, Sique was the one who wrote Wu Yi.

"No." Wu Yi shook his head: "It’s the one truly manipulating Luowasha behind the scenes—the ’Lord of Dreams’ (Leader of all Awakeners). I am about to challenge him; you may witness it from the side! I won’t compel you to join, as your ending is already quite stable."

... The Lord of Dreams isn’t Sique? Were the previous reports incorrect? Su Ming’an looked up.

Wu Yi coughed and looked at Lu:

"I have just one request, that blue... cough! The blue-haired gentleman, please take my sister to Eden... or the New World! I have no expectations for my own outcome, but she should have a brand new future."

"She is a victim too, embodying my pursuit of that displaced phantom of a sister... heh, I am no different from that bastard, but I am content, and will not interfere with her life. She is free, she can wipe away the memories I left behind."

He descended from that luxurious seat, down the red-carpeted stairs, towards that splendidly luxurious dining table.

"I still have four final questions." Su Ming’an followed behind.

"Go ahead." Wu Yi wiped his hands clean as he moved to the dining table—towards the dish with the purple-haired body laid upon.

He drew a gleaming silver dagger, with a swift ’swish’ slicing into the crimson apple nestled within the body.

The juice, like crimson blood, flowed down the tablecloth, forming into an array.

"The WARNING-001 Su Liujin I encountered, who is he?" Su Ming’an asked.

"He is one of the ’Awakeners,’ but because he is the ’world’ itself, even with incomplete memory, he won’t lose control." Wu Yi said: "I invited him to be the BOSS in the story; he found it amusing and agreed. He said he likes to play ghost."

Juice dripped like rain, producing rain-like sound.

The array formed, emanating a crimson glow, shooting up to the sky dome.

"Third-to-last question." Su Ming’an said: "The pamphlet ’Character Survival Guide’ I found in your room, was it written for yourselves?"

"Indeed." Wu Yi watched the blood-red mist rise from the array: "Even if one is one’s own ’Farmer,’ one must adhere to some universal laws of the universe. For instance, not performing unhealthy actions below the neck in front of the protagonist at the Narrative Anchor Point, not swearing or discussing sensitive topics in their presence, not engaging in overly gory acts, and not making physical contact or shipping CP with them, because the universe doesn’t allow protagonists under Narrative Anchor Points to be shipped CP... I don’t know who altered this rule."

"These are universal laws of the universe?" Su Ming’an frowned, feeling these rules were nonsense.

"What happens if you violate them?"

"They will be erased." Wu Yi stated: "A white eraser will erase them, rendering them nonexistent."

...

["God! If all fixed scientific laws have been erased, if everything we understand is merely built upon somebody’s common sense and worldviews." Su Jingtang opened his arms, laughing:]

["If, as long as they will it, our destinies can be altered."]

["Then."]

[He turned, slowly looking towards you.]

[...]

["You say."]

["—Shouldn’t we kill ’them’?"]

[Suddenly, the sky turned pure white.]

[A white, rectangular object pressed down, aiming at the vines.]

[Upon contact with that object, Su Jingtang’s figure shattered into swirling snowflakes. Blake followed, then pressed backward...]

...

That death indeed seemed like it was erased by an eraser... Thus, those nonsensical rules Wu Yi spoke of, were actually cosmic rules, akin to the Universe’s [Hubble’s Law], [Kepler’s Law], and [Law of Entropy].

After all, these cosmic laws inherently exist and are utterly irrational.

With a swish, Wu Yi pulled out a silver-purple thin sword and walked toward the array.

"Second to the last question." Su Ming’an said, "Who exactly is Bai Qiu?"

"Ah, you’re talking about the leader of the [Wheel of Destiny]." Wu Yi replied.

"Isn’t the leader Hui Mo?"

"No. Long ago, a person named ’Bai Qiu’ led the [Wheel of Destiny]. Hui Mo was a follower of this person. Bai Qiu was actually a vest of the Supreme Lord."

"Bai Qiu was a vest of the Supreme Lord?" Su Ming’an exclaimed, "Does the Supreme Lord have many vests?"

Strange, could all those people he encountered be this black-hearted goat behind the scenes!

"It’s not as terrifying as you think, look over there." Wu Yi said.

Su Ming’an turned his head; there was a full-length mirror on the side, reflecting his image.

For a moment, the mirror flickered and he became a white-haired, green-eyed youth, then turned into a yellow-eyed youth, then into a child, an old man, a woman...

Finally, he transformed into a hamster, with bright red eyes, quietly staring at the mirror.

"Are all these forms vests of the Supreme Lord?"

"Have you heard of [Analog Horror]?" Wu Yi suddenly remarked, looking his way.

"I have." Su Ming’an said.

"Hmm. But the version I know might differ from yours. What I know is, in the campus, numerous kaidan exist, causing innocent people to wander in accidentally. Some kaidan disguise as staff, deliberately guiding people to violate dangerous rules, leading them to become lost and die." Wu Yi explained:

"At this moment, a ’Dean’ appeared; he was someone who had once escaped the school and knew various safety rules. To protect those continuously misguided innocent people, he posted safety rules all over the campus to cover those dangerous rules, thus creating conflicting rule problems. For example, in some rules, the auditorium is considered safe, while in others, it is seen as dangerous."

"He constantly, constantly entered the campus, tested new rules, and helped more individuals escape."

"Even though he had escaped, he kept diving deep, returning to that nightmarish campus, risking peril to help those who hadn’t yet escaped."

"Li Mingyue..." Su Ming’an suddenly remarked.

What Wu Yi described the ’Dean’ did was very similar to Li Mingyue in The World of Old Days. Back then, to compile the [Rule Book], Li Mingyue repeatedly used talismans to test rules at personal risk... Eventually, compiling a thousand instant death rules of The World of Old Days, protecting people.

"Oh, I know whom you’re talking about." Wu Yi said: "Li Mingyue’s role in The World of Old Days was akin to Bai Qiu’s position in Luowasha."

"Only, Bai Qiu tested rules altered by Awakeners."

"He cloned many hamsters, named ’Red Snow’. Since his life was limited, he would possess hamsters to test the rules... Well, don’t fret over animal rights issues now. In my view, human life must come above animals, we are just that selfish a race."

"Yet the selfish race can perform selfless acts for their kind."

"A mountain of deceased hamsters accumulated; he endured repeated agonizing deaths, revealing more and more rules altered by Awakeners, and in the end, pieced together the truth..."

Wu Yi’s hand gradually tightened, revealing a smile:

"—He found the dreamscape where the Awakeners gathered."

"It was the Lord of Dreams who gathered those guys in the Universe; otherwise, they would scatter like yellow beans, unable to change anything even with some fragmented memory, a lone force is weak."

"After leaving the summarized rules behind, Bai Qiu disappeared."

"Hui Mo took over his legacy and gradually aimed the spearhead of the Wheel of Destiny toward the World Tree. Interestingly, after your arrival, Hui Mo disappeared too, like a sort of inheritance."

Su Ming’an pondered: "I presumed the Supreme Lord was an avid chaser who created the cruel, bloody Disciple Game for fun; who knew he would also transform into Bai Qiu and do good deeds?"

"Did you misunderstand something?" Wu Yi chuckled:

...

"—Did you think the Supreme Lord was but one entity?"

...

Huh?

Su Ming’an gazed at Wu Yi.

"I read through the books left by the [Wheel of Destiny], which recorded that every time the Supreme Lord left a message, it appeared in different forms and personalities. I believe... the Lord is not a singular consciousness but a consciousness amalgam made of myriad types." Wu Yi said.

...

[Su Ming’an furrowed his brow at the clue section.]

[He discovered the Supreme Lord as a strikingly beautiful female human species. Before this, he found the Supreme Lord as an ordinary-looking male human species.]

[First was the ordinary-looking male, then the beautiful female, finally an unsightly old man, could the Supreme Lord be a hydra?]

...

"So you say the Lord likes chasing updates, actually behind it lies countless people who adore chasing updates, whose collective consciousness shaped the Lord?" Su Ming’an jested lightly.

"Precisely." Wu Yi nodded, "The yearning to observe has formed this High Dimensional life entity."

"Bai Qiu is but one among them."

"Within their consciousness, some support Awakeners running amok, some oppose it, dividing into the ’Shore Guard Faction’ and ’Sea Crossing Faction’."

"They are ’Bai Qiu’, also ’Little Sister Bai Qiu’; frequent emcee protectors ’Dean’, and also those crafting dangers ’Kaidan’; ’Farmer’ and ’Turkey’; those who are dissatisfied merely reading, venturing into stories, and those reluctant to interfere, merely distant observers; ’Wheel of Destiny’, and ’Anti-Wheel of Destiny’."

"So, in your impression, the Supreme Lord’s actions should have faced inconsistencies because the Lord’s consciousness was in conflict internally."

"—Some wish your story concludes, offering you peace and happiness."

"—Some desire continued observation, yearning to witness your continued struggles."

"—Others deem the current ending unworthy of you, wanting to assist your attempt at returning alive to the homeland. Hence, the Lord’s stance toward you fluctuated."

"Not long ago, hadn’t the Lord once offered you the so-called ’Ruby that jumps out of everything’?"

"That ruby was swiped by Bai Qiu from the Awakeners. Holding it allows retention of partial remembrance between distinct Universal reincarnations, thus ’jumping out of the story’."

Su Ming’an gazed into the mirror at himself.

He seemed to perceive countless eyes, a myriad of Red Snows, numerous eyes of various colors: green, yellow, white...

He seemed to witness infinite shadows: exquisite women, ordinary men, unsightly old people...

Thus, Hui Mo, as Bai Qiu’s follower, meticulously ran the [Wheel of Destiny]. Recently Hui Mo vanished, facing a situation akin to Bai Qiu’s - encountering news about ’Awakeners’, thus embarking personally.

"Thus, Hui Mo vanished." Wu Yi shrugged.

"Off he went, even took my cloning Ming." Su Ming’an couldn’t help but say. He finally knew why he couldn’t sense clone Ming; turns out Hui Mo took him to join the Awakeners.

Hui Mo’s dominance truly outrageous, commandeered Ming onto the pirate ship without notice. Now their life or death remains unknown, indeed jumping out entirely—of the story."

"Whew..."

The light intensified, transforming into a dense scarlet mist that rapidly enveloped the expansive banquet hall.

Like a boiling sea of blood, the mist spiraled upward, winding, sketching, gradually forming into an enormous, heavy, and ethereal dark crimson cloud.

Wu Yi stood motionless, like a stone statue anchored in the bloody mist.

Slowly raising his hand, he steadily held the silver bright thin sword stained with fruit fluid, as if an offering ritual, precisely stabbing towards the center of that eerie red cloud. His stance wasn’t challenging, rather inviting.

Behind him, one by one, came the companions of the [Wheel of Destiny].

"The passage shall soon open; I will face the Lord of Dreams directly." Wu Yi raised his head proudly.