Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1579 - 47: Who Killed the Robin? (Part 1)

"Come." Hui Zi’s tone was sweet and sticky as she extended her hand towards Lunxue. Under the light, her face, comparable to Noel’s dress, was incredibly gorgeous: "...Little girl, give me that stone."

Lunxue’s expression suddenly became dazed, and she instinctively held up the white stone.

—It’s the "Blessed Star Koi System" golden finger at work!

Su Ming’an was unmoved, directly gripping Hui Zi’s neck with one hand, and a strong spatial vibration instantly subdued her.

"White Ball! You’re an Awakener too, why are you helping the natives attack me!" Awakened Hui Zi struggled.

"Why are you trying to steal the white stone?" Su Ming’an tightened his grip.

"Ugh...! With the enormous energy of this thing, the one I pledge allegiance to can successfully remove the obstacle and ascend to the position of Eden Realm Master..." Under the threat of death, the Awakener Hui Zi was forced to reveal the truth.

"The one you pledge allegiance to?" Su Ming’an said, "Pudding? Lü God?"

"Those two are heirs of the Lord of Dreams, what do they have to do with Eden?" The Awakened Hui Zi suddenly tried hard to lift her head, "The one I pledge allegiance to... ah, he’s coming..."

Su Ming’an turned back—

Outside the mechanical door, he stood tall and straight, his hair soft and fluffy, his black eyes as polished as gemstones. His white suit seemed to be decorated with stars, flowing with the light of a star sea. His temperament was gentle and non-oppressive, like a sycamore tree resting outside a window.

His fingers were distinct and noticeable, seemingly carved from white jade, holding a staff inlaid with a violet gemstone, and wearing a silver ring on his forefinger engraved with a blood-colored balance scale.

This was not the first time Su Ming’an saw this person, but it was the most distant.

The man slowly raised his hand adorned with the silver ring, placed it over his chest, and revealed a proper and perfect smile:

"We meet again, original body."

"No... I should call you, Su Ming’an."

The Awakened Hui Zi looked at Su Ming’an in surprise, the name "Su Ming’an" was a thunderous presence among the Awakened, the Savior traversing the universe, saving countless civilizations.

Lunxue also showed the same dazed expression, looking at the expressionless Su Ming’an.

"Su Mingming." Seeing "Ming" change his address, Su Ming’an also immediately changed, no longer referring to "Clone Ming" and said indifferently, "It seems you really learned bad habits from Hui Mo. Where is he?"

"Haha... You actually asked about him first, instead of my situation." Ming laughed, exuding a knight-like aura, making the smile particularly warm and upright: "He spilled wine on my suit, a behavior I particularly dislike. So, he takes his broad path, and I take my narrow bridge. We only traveled together for a while before parting. Perhaps, you might see him at the Organizers’ seats? After all, the Inorganic God was killed by you, right?"

"You two are truly greedy." Su Ming’an remained expressionless as if witnessing the betrayal by Clone Ming was just a routine affair for him.

He is someone who doesn’t even trust pets, how could he expect genuine sincerity from others?

Since Xiao Na referred to him as a "full score player," then Ming, as one of his possibilities, even if not "full score," must have a very high score. If Ming wanted to defect, no one would refuse.

Su Ming’an gently clapped his palms, applauding as if encouraging, "One aims for the position of Eden Realm Master, another for the Organizers’ seats, indeed as expected from the ’Wheel of Destiny,’ I originally thought your goal was to destroy the World Tree... It seems this was just a step towards your ultimate goal, and you connected with the Awakened line much earlier than I did, and your steps are swift as well."

"I am very grateful for your benevolence, and perhaps when everything concludes, you would allow me and Shadow to be free, to become independent individuals." Ming said, a sharp light flashing in his eyes, still smiling, but his voice grew colder: "However, have you ever thought, even so, where would Shadow and I stand? We are but illusions, and those who fought alongside us ’Noel,’ ’Lü Shu,’ ’Lin Yin’... are no longer the ones we knew, but belong to your version. They do not share the memories with us, nor are they the familiar companions we know—rather than head towards such a strange future, why not set my sights on another Gemini Star-like world?"

"Sique is asleep, Su Liujin has no intention. If I wish, I am the most suitable ’The Original,’ you become the small world’s World Master, I shall become Eden’s Realm Master, why not?"

...Ming made him feel unfamiliar.

However, Su Ming’an had always been wary of this Skill, so how could he arrogantly judge that it was impossible for Ming to do such a thing? It was Noel who had scared him, genuinely thinking everyone has secrets.

Su Ming’an’s eyelid twitched, and he responded with an "Oh."

An extremely indifferent response.

Ming’s smile paused for a moment, his clear black eyes gazed at Su Ming’an, attempting to discern a trace of emotional fluctuation: "That’s it? This is your reaction?"

"What reaction do you want me to give, shock? Disappointment? Pain?" Su Ming’an spread his hands, his gaze extremely calm: "Since you want to be Eden Realm Master, then be it, it just so happens that Su Liujin has no desire for it. I trust ’my’ character, you won’t make a mess of that world, at worst there’s still Sique."

"You really... trust him..." Ming paused, seemingly angry, yet with deep implications: "Trust him that much..."

Lunxue on the side was eating popcorn, while marveling at the Su Family Mansion’s ethical drama. Unexpectedly, the seemingly bright and righteous Ming was the traitor, while the sinister Shadow consistently followed Su Ming’an.

Suddenly, she noticed Su Ming’an’s hand, which was behind his back, making a gesture.

—Run.

This was Su Ming’an indicating for her to take the white stone and flee!

Ming dared to appear so boldly, clearly not fearing the strength of the White Ball. With the white stone being a part of Su Liujin, Ming having it is equivalent to holding the Emperor hostage to command the feudal lords, granting him the qualification to become the Realm Master.

...Su Liujin truly is a kind of Little Prince, representing "legitimacy."

Although Su Ming’an seemed unconcerned about Ming becoming the World Master, behind Ming were the Awakeners. If they controlled Eden, who could say whether they might affect the small world in the future?

Lunxue pursed her lips, knowing this matter was extremely crucial, related to the future of both worlds. She contemplated for a moment and used her most skilled ability, "Shadow of Fishing"—leaving an illusion in place, her true body quietly slipped away. This is an indispensable fishing trick; people seem to be at their workstation, but in fact, they’ve already gone far away.

Silently, she retreated with the white stone in her arms...

"Miss, please stay." Ming’s voice was gentle and clear.

Lunxue slowly turned back—

The young man in a white suit pressed a dagger against the throat of a white-haired boy, his other hand resting on the boy’s shoulder.

"Miss Lunxue, if you take another step back, my dagger will rise by an inch," Ming said gently.

Su Ming’an’s eyes flickered; Ming’s strength, speed, and endurance in three dimensions were indeed formidable. In the blink of an eye, he was beside him. Yet, he calmly said, "Mr. Su Mingming, if your dagger rises an inch, my spatial vibration will tear you into pieces."

Ming raised his eyebrows, his smile becoming more radiant: "It seems the only outcome for us is mutual destruction, wonderful."

...Could I really have such a neurotic personality?

Su Ming’an thought he had seen through Ming, but he didn’t expect the personality revealed today to exceed his expectations. Or was it just acting?

"However, I know... you traveled through time to be here, right?" Ming’s voice was soft: "Your true body, under the World Tree?"

"It’s useless. When I traveled through, time on the Luowasha side was almost paused."

"Almost paused, but not entirely. Suppose my accomplices have already appeared under the World Tree, already controlling your unattended body..."

Su Ming’an raised an eyebrow.

Suddenly, without any warning, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body bore no wounds, it seemed more like a trauma that crossed through time.

"...Haha." He smiled, suddenly finding it amusing, and immediately flipped open a book, returning to the original point in time. Ming did not stop him.

The next moment, Su Ming’an opened his eyes and saw a blond young man, whose eyes were as clean as a piece of jade, giving a spring breeze-like feeling, dressed in a silver-white bishop’s robe embroidered with the pattern of the Lighthouse, pure like frost and snow.

Under the World Tree, the posture of the blond young man looked extremely sacred. However, the Pope’s Staff in his hand pierced Su Ming’an’s abdomen.

"I never expected my number one bishop to have a day of fall," Su Ming’an placed his hand on the radiant scepter.

"Not a fall." Boris’s jade eyes faintly surged with radiant light:

"The Radiant Mother God summoned me and told me the truth about the cycle. It turns out, we have repeated the same tragedy more than once."

"He showed me many endings and let me experience them myself..." His fingers gently brushed over his lips, seemingly reminiscing:

"...Only then did I know in one particular development, you and Noel perished together, blood soaking the world, and I consumed your flesh and blood. That experience, truly intoxicating. I suddenly understood... what I really wanted."

"I hypnotized myself into fervently believing in you, but it was not from my heart’s true desire. It was my obsessive pursuit of power and desire. To this day, my belief in you remains sincere, but I want you to become the best god... without action, without words, just existence. That way, it can simultaneously fulfill my sincere belief and my fiery desires."

"I don’t care if you want to seize power or are genuine." Su Ming’an said lightly: "I only heard you were hypnotized by the Radiant Mother God’s spell. If you were the old you, you would rather die than want to control Deity."

"Hypnosis?" Boris tilted his head slightly, his eyes flowing with radiant light, his eyes always muddy now shining for the first time: "Or, awakening?"

Su Ming’an sighed inwardly.

...Surrounded by lunatics.

After spending so much time with "normal people" like Sique, Su Liujin, and Qianqin, he almost forgot the feeling of being surrounded by lunatics.

Su Ming’an grabbed Boris by the collar and slammed him to the ground. Instead, the guy showed a happy expression. It seems the Radiant Mother God’s spells were remarkably effective.

Su Ming’an pulled out the scepter and shoved the pointed end into Boris’s mouth, piercing through to the back of his head. The glorious golden point emerged from his full, soft blond hair. However, this blow did not kill Boris; the hideous wound even began to heal.

...The Radiant Mother God could give Su Ming’an a Little Sun powerful enough to counter the Inorganic God and could also grant Boris such potent regenerative abilities.

"Almost forgot you have the ’Phoenix’ skill." Su Ming’an remembered Boris’s repeated deaths in the Eighth World. He no longer entangled, decisively opened the book, returned to the past, and saw Ming’s unchanged smile when opening his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"Do you have any solution to this?" Ming lowered his head, fiddling with a silver chain with the Lighthouse dangling from his wrist: "I’ve always been observing how you miraculously break through various dead ends, coming up with all sorts of stunning strategies to play around with your authority... I wonder if I could witness you performing a miracle?"

"Miracle?" Su Ming’an said unceremoniously: "With this level of predicament, you deserve it?"

He was completely unafraid.

Before this, he anticipated there might be such situations, so he had already planted a time bomb in his original timeline’s body. Modified from the White City bomb he’d learned from the Second World, once over a certain time, or if the body suffered a certain level of damage, the bomb would automatically explode, sending him back to the file.

At worst, he can also beat Boris into a pulp.

So, he wasn’t really worried about what might happen to him, just curious about Ming’s actions... interesting.

Looking down from above.

Arrogant like a deity.

Curious about how far this person can go, curious about how determined he truly is, and what the attitude of the Awakeners behind him is.

... Was this how Sique felt when seeing Su Wenjun’s resistance?

"Do you know why Hui Mo calls me the ’Demon Lord’?" Ming didn’t seem angry at all: "In their eyes, outsiders like us are demons. And the one who leads the demons, is the Demon Lord. By the way, do you remember the first story in the Twelve Stories, ’A Jellyfish in the Sea’?"

Su Ming’an quickly found this story in the clue section.

"This is actually an acrostic story." Ming smiled a little: "The first character of each paragraph spells out what Olivius secretly wanted to tell you. But it seems you didn’t realize it. Stealing accounts, exclusion, vigilance... The Luowasha people never trusted us from the beginning, so why work so hard for them? If you give me the white stone, so what?"

"Only we are together." Ming’s voice was both enticing and gentle: "Only we are on the same...original front."

Su Ming’an was silent for a while.

After a moment, he said:

"I once promised the Great Emperor to rescue him from the sea, not to leave him in the dream."

"I also promised Sique not to waste all the abilities and knowledge he taught me."

"Qianqin has saved me more than once, Huan Jiala sacrificed herself to help us replenish energy, Su Wenjun revealed many truths of the universe to me, allowing me to reach where I am today clearheaded."

"I also promised Hui Zi and Qi Zhou, becoming their master."

"If I hadn’t formed so many connections, maybe I wouldn’t care about the life or death of a white stone. But this time, I can’t stand on your side."

There were still many things he hadn’t said, those buried in the abandoned time.

Hui Bei turned to walk into the night, Tianying’s eyes showed a thawing emotional touch, the Shitposter Demon’s last-minute arrival to stop the organizers from taking him, the scorching pain in Li Ziqi’s eyes.

So he spoke: "What makes you think you can shake my will?"

The smile as if bathing in a spring breeze disappeared.

"I know why you are so arrogant... it doesn’t matter." Ming fiddled with a dagger: "Cut your tendons, your tongue, and you can never return."

... Can Ming really do such a thing?

In Su Ming’an’s heart, a strong sense of "interest" rose, and he felt that at this moment, his mental state was exceedingly unfamiliar, as if something long repressed was being detonated.

Ah.

It’s trust, a kind of anchor point.

Once ignited, this trust was like a fuse, detonating the long-collapsed distant mountain in his mind. Despite countless precautions, he never really thought Ming would betray him until the Sword of Damocles fell. For a moment, everything manifested in bizarre colors before his eyes, his wavering soul cracked open, oozing black sludge.

First Noel, then the White Ball, afterwards, Ming.

Perhaps indeed, casting himself into the desolate snowfield was the only safety.

This was the last moment, he could not let emotion affect his judgment, anyone could be the mastermind, just as he never thought the White Ball was an Awakener or that Ming was an enemy.

He closed his eyes and invoked the "Faith" authority.

He told himself.

——Cast aside passion; maintain rationality.

Su Ming’an, you cannot allow anyone to shake your judgment. If Ming hadn’t appeared today, but instead stabbed from the shadows, you might truly fall into the abyss.

You chose an extremely radical and bold path - pursuing that narrowest golden path, challenging the Awakeners and the Lord of Dreams head-on. Therefore, you must be unwavering, in all you are about to face.

On this most difficult path, you may encounter things you cannot believe, you may learn things you cannot imagine.

So, in their presence, calm yourself.

Tell yourself these things cannot affect your whole heart.

As he opened his eyes again, there was no longer any pain in them, just as he had hypnotized himself to believe in the Lighthouse, he had hypnotized himself, gazing calmly at Ming as if looking at a stranger.

Suddenly, the sound of tearing rang out.

Ming swiftly stepped back, releasing Su Ming’an, as where he had originally stood, a pink-blue scythe swept past.

A full head of beautiful long hair fluttered like a flowering branch, a delicately and splendidly crafted mask came into view, as the person with pink hair faced off against Ming’s longsword.

"Clang——!"

The two clashed, Ming quickly retreated.

The pink-haired person on the left, Ming on the right, Su Ming’an at a slight distance, forming a perfect triangle.

... Just in time, pink-haired person.

Su Ming’an wiped away the bloodstains on his neck.

"Su Ming’an, come to my side." The pink-haired person spoke, the voice indistinguishable between male and female. She didn’t make a move, seemingly on guard.

"Hah, this pink-haired one has been chasing you all along... she’s just tricking you over to then cut you down." Ming waved: "Come to my side, at least I won’t kill you."

They blocked the door.

One on the left, one on the right, seemingly waiting for Su Ming’an to make a choice.

And Su Ming’an, looked toward the center of the doorway.

"——Activating Golden Finger Prop——Forceful Teleportation!" A bright voice called out, outside the door, red hair fluttered like fire, the maiden’s palm pointed at both Su Ming’an and the white stone in Lunxue’s hand.

——It was Shi Ying who came.

She seemed threatened by the Black Robed Man, forced to come and take the white stone, but actually seizing the opportunity, using the Golden Finger prop to teleport Su Ming’an and herself, escaping to safety.

Ming immediately intervened, slashing with his sword.

"Swish!"

The teleportation prop emitted light waves, the blade slashed at Shi Ying’s abdomen, and in the next instant, waves of light swept by, leaving nothing but bloodstains on the ground.

...

"Huff... huff..."

Shi Ying clutched her abdomen, breathing heavily. She and Su Ming’an landed in a deserted lab, with nothing but white and dark blue in sight.

"We’ve been teleported to the other side of the experimental area, let’s go!" Shi Ying pulled Su Ming’an’s hand: "You’re Su Ming’an right, you’re the Child of Destiny with a seven-star strategy difficulty, I remember."

The girl’s youthful and proud face, her fiery red hair like a blaze, Su Ming’an’s eyes flickered for a moment, quickly clearing.

"You’re not selling the white stone anymore?" Su Ming’an glanced at the white stone in her arms, the white stone seemingly didn’t expect Shi Ying to return, revealing an "（￣︿￣）" emoji face of sullen anger.

"I’ve thought it over, selling it here is too much of a loss, what can a broken Mechanical Race’s Experimental City give me. If I take this stone to the New World, sell it to the Gods and Royals, they can give me endless wealth." Shi Ying, in pain, gritted her teeth tightly holding the white stone.

Su Ming’an heard a somewhat ethereal voice:

(... He actually chose to follow me, even though I’ve been chasing him.)

Su Ming’an frowned, when did Shi Ying ever chase him? Is there a problem with this "voyeur mode"?

Shi Ying grasped Su Ming’an tightly, heading towards the gate: "Let’s go, let’s get it out!"

...

In the distance, Yamada Machiichi watched Su Ming’an and the pink-haired person teleport away together, he glanced at Tian Yu, who had choke marks on his neck by his side, then dumbly looked at Shi Ying standing to the left of the door.

It was Shi Ying who suddenly acted, forcing Ming back, asking Su Ming’an to come over. But outside the door, the pink-haired person suddenly rushed in, using a prop to teleport Su Ming’an away.

And on Yamada Machiichi’s shoulder, cat paw prints and disordered clothes in the closet remained.

He muttered to himself:

"He’s... been crazy for how long?"

"In his eyes... who are we respectively?"

...