Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1580 - 48: Who Killed the Robin (2)

The cold wind brushed through Su Ming’an’s hair, and he caught the scent of wisteria. Amidst the monotonous Experimental City, some Mechanical Man with a sense of romance had planted wisteria.

Neither of them knew the way, so they could only run forward blindly, the girl’s red hair fluttering ahead like flames sweeping through.

In this rare moment of relaxation, the tense strings within Su Ming’an slightly loosened.

Without a word, it was Shi Ying who first spoke: "Seven-star level, how can I strategize you?"

Su Ming’an hadn’t expected her to be so persistent and thought for a moment: "Answer a few questions for me."

"What questions?"

"If one day you become a very bad person, what would be the reason?" He was puzzled what circumstances would make Shi Ying turn into Tian Ying.

The red-haired girl smiled with curved brows: "If I answer that question, can you increase your favorability towards me a bit?"

Su Ming’an stared at the side of her face.

She had a pair of rose-like eyes, magnificent and pure, lacking Tian Ying’s hint of seduction.

"If I turned into a very bad person... it would be because I’d completely given up hope." Shi Ying tapped her chin with her fingers:

"The Nightingale Clan has a moving voice, yet they are constrained by low-level races and can’t appear on a proper stage. If Luowasha’s race serves different missions for everyone, then my mission is to scrape my knees, wear a forced smile, and flatter those high above."

"I often wonder, who is truly guilty? An overwhelming tax burden of sixty percent, sixteen-hour workdays, even buying a loaf of bread means the Ruler would tear half away... A lowly family exhausts everything raising one child, yet they insist on having three or four. So, I become the sacrificed one."

"I really don’t know what’s wrong with this World."

"We have no idea who the low-level races can become."

Upon hearing this, the white stone was silent, and the emoticon changed its form (′⌒`).

"You decided to sell him? He’s not your possession." Su Ming’an spoke.

"I..." Shi Ying paused, looking at Su Ming’an: "Seven-star, I’m neither a Saint nor a great person; I’m just a small person. I’m truly hesitating, but I’ve indeed returned."

"He is Life; you don’t have the right to sell him. You can come to our small World; you can have a rich life there, enough to eat, and you can even appear on stage to sing." Su Ming’an said.

"Is that so... Yes, I can go to your World." Shi Ying was enchanted by his description of the future, her eyes slightly glowing.

To sing openly on stage, to wear proper attire... it sounds wonderful. She had worn too many unpleasant outfits, unknowingly, wearing clothes she liked had become a luxury.

"Click", suddenly, she heard a crisp sound.

Su Ming’an opened a wooden box, revealing the rose-like "sweet treat" inside. Its color was magnificent, beautiful, and tempting.

Shi Ying was instantly drawn to it; it looked just like those expensive cakes in a noble hall.

"Can I try one?" She couldn’t resist asking.

Su Ming’an took one out, shook his head: "Not tasty."

While he said it wasn’t tasty, he continued to eat one after another. Shi Ying watched, her mouth watering.

After eating twelve rosebloods consecutively, Su Ming’an gently exhaled, finally closing the wooden box.

His mind was dizzy, as if soaring into the sky, yet his consciousness was exceptionally clear, his thoughts instantly intricate. As a temporary calming medicine, roseblood was quite effective. He massaged his forehead, unsure whether it was the long-lasting accumulation affecting him, the burden of shuttling through time, or the powder-haired person’s attack on his Mentality Points.

"Tat-tat-tat..."

Suddenly, a series of footsteps approached.

A team of fully armed Mechanical Men, with cold bodies and stiff faces, blocked their path.

"You two caused quite a stir. I am Chige, the Principal here, and I want to discuss a cooperation with you." The leading Mechanical Man stepped forward, having spotted the disorderly Su Ming’an duo.

He wore a lavish black suit and a luxurious watch, clearly one of the higher-ups here, surrounded by Mechanical Men filled with apprehension in their eyes.

"Go away, no time." Shi Ying dismissed them like trash.

"—No need to rush; we can talk properly, Madam. I am the Principal here. If I press this button, a violent explosion will occur here; those pursuing you will instantly know you’re here." The suited Mechanical Man showed a remote control.

Shi Ying furrowed her brows.

"Shi Ying, I know you; one of the eight protagonist candidates, but unfortunately, your odds are last; nobody favors a poor child climbing out of the slums." The suited Mechanical Man said: "Compared to noble folks like Tian Yu, you are utterly worthless."

"So what?" Shi Ying felt displeasure and directly cursed: "You blocked us just to belittle me?"

"No, no, no." The suited Mechanical Man waved his hand: "I want to say—as the poorest and most barren among the eight protagonist candidates, although you are just an ordinary person, you’ve suffered social hardships—why do you serve those high and mighty Saviors?"

"Hm?" Shi Ying was stunned. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"In your arms is the prestigious Child of the World. Beside you is the renowned Savior, who once walked with Olivius, once slew Gods, and fought alongside the Royal... compared to them, you are merely cloud and mud." The suited Mechanical Man said calmly:

"It’s not easy to pick up this white stone and have a chance to turn things around - are you really just thinking about exchanging it for money? That’s so short-sighted. Do you know what holding it means?"

"Means... what?" Shi Ying hesitated.

The mechanical man spread his arms, his hard features revealing a satisfied expression:

"—The scepter of the New World, the throne of the entire world."

Shi Ying was stunned by this statement.

"You are the first to pick it up, equivalent to a kind of ’recognition of ownership,’ you can break through its defense to gain vast Energy, and you are a protagonist candidate... you are entirely qualified to sit on the World Master’s throne," the mechanical man seduced.

"Me...?" Shi Ying pointed to herself: "A low-class race, a filthy nightingale, a worthless person who cannot do any work?"

"Yes." The mechanical man glanced at Su Ming’an and then returned his gaze: "Especially since you have this Savior by your side."

Shi Ying held the white stone tightly.

The white stone still showed no expression, lying quietly in her arms as if asleep, but she knew it was awake.

Silently, watching her, observing the look on her face.

"Moreover, it’s far from being so shallow." The mechanical man smiled: "Do you know, the Nightingale Clan was not so mediocre in history; they were once a High-class Race."

"Huh?" Shi Ying had vaguely heard these things, but she only took them as the jokes of drunkards in taverns, not realizing they were true.

"What led to the decline of the Nightingale Clan was a war," said the mechanical man: "In that war, the Nightingale Clan used their moving voices to induce entire eleven races of thousands of people to defect in battle... The rulers at the time feared this Strength, worried that they might be overthrown one day, so they decided to cut off all Nightingale Clan’s vocal cords, so they could never sing again."

"The Nightingale Clan were Heroes of the war, but there are thousands of ways to slander Heroes. Under successive slander, the Nightingale Clan became a symbol of Darkness, their moving, pure voices were vilified as the witch’s screams. Their glory was divided among other races, like the now-glorious Celestial Clan... which was actually a subordinate race of the Nightingale Clan."

Shi Ying listened blankly, as if the whole world had been shattered.

"Dawn arrived, and the world no longer needed a Savior guiding the way in the night," narrated the mechanical man: "The Nightingale Clan, preferring death over having their vocal cords cut, was pierced through the heart with wooden sticks, and hung on the Execution platform, displayed to every race attempting to resist."

"So, revelry ensued, and peace prevailed, who cares to investigate whether the Nightingale were guilty or not? If no race carries the war’s sin, whose head does the sin fall upon? Anyway, the Nightingales had been vilified, could not be washed clean, so let all the dirt be poured onto them. At least some races could be ’clean’."

"The remaining Nightingale Clan members were merely begging for mercy, used to show the ruler’s ’benevolence,’ allowed to multiply but completely lost their powerful voices, only able to kneel on the ground and sing without dignity."

"Why did the Nightingale die?"

The mechanical man looked at Su Ming’an:

"Savior, can you answer me?"

"In you, I can already see an analogous Nightingale."

Shi Ying stood motionless, completely drawn into a void. And Su Ming’an’s response awakened her.

Su Ming’an gazed into the void, always pondering with lowered eyes, without answering.

The mechanical man shrugged: "I have a plan here that could upheave the world... could vindicate the Nightingale Clan.

Upon hearing this, Shi Ying couldn’t help raising her head, with a look of longing in her eyes.

"—We must let the events of the past happen once more," the mechanical man smiled:

"This world needs a Lighthouse. However, when the day breaks, people no longer need a Lighthouse. What we must do is let the world turn into a Dark Forest again, let them start yearning for the Nightingale’s moving voice."

"As long as you consume the Energy from the white stone, you will revive your bloodline, awaken your ancestor’s Strength - the moving voice capable of beguiling hearts and changing wars. And coincidentally, I’ve contacted a dark Deity, who will launch a massacre while you will be responsible for stepping out last to ’beguile’ Him to stop the slaughter, becoming the Hero who stopped the war."

"In this way, He gains enough Souls, I receive the Strength He grants, and you become the new generation Savior."

The mechanical man spread his palm, holding a gemstone in the palm, surrounded by Divine Power, a token worn by the Deity to prove his words true.

Su Ming’an could not recognize which Deity’s aura this was, it was too vague.

Shi Ying stood in place.

She always knew she was not a good person.

She lies, cheats money, deceives feelings, cheats everything. A complete fraud, an outright thief.

Throughout Luowasha, people deemed her Golden Finger to be unsophisticated, making the noble protagonist lose face. Many loathed her, praising Tian Yu online, stepping her into the dirt.

Posts mentioning the protagonist inevitably curse her, mentioning "selling," "fraud," "commoner," as if standing on a moral high ground made them nobler than her.

"This world has never treated me kindly, nor has it ever treated my ancestors kindly." Shi Ying looked at the icy white corridor in the distance: "If I swallow this white stone, I might become a protagonist, become the World Master. The Nightingale Clan becomes a noble race, my relatives and friends all rise high... but if I choose to protect the white stone, I am still the ordinary person who is always cursed..."

... Why hesitate, Shi Ying?

Is there a decision easier than this?

This is countless times easier than comparing sixteen-hour work offers with fourteen-hour work offers in daily life.

The white stone remained silent, listening to everything calmly.

A friendship formed in just a few hours seemed insufficient for an ordinary person to give up everything within reach.

"Alright, stop pretending, you’ve already made up your mind." The Mechanical Man waved his hand: "Hesitating for a few more seconds won’t make you appear more noble."

"Mr. Mechanical, can I ask you a question?" Shi Ying asked.

"Go ahead."

"Were you... ever a pauper?"

The hard features of the Mechanical Man in a suit shifted slightly. He arranged his noble black suit and shook his head:

"No, I have been noble from start to finish, never associating with inferior people. Also, please address me by my noble title— the noble Viscount Chige Tastia."

"I used my wit and intelligence to rise from nothing to become the Principal, awarded a viscount title, precisely because I am smart and ruthless enough. A kind and dumb person cannot achieve anything."

"Admit it, Nightingale, this world doesn’t tolerate foolish, naive people, like the white stone in your hand. Its destiny is merely to be divided and conquered."

This time, the white stone still did not refute.

It was indeed foolish and naive.

It was a fool who understood nothing, truly thinking it made friends, truly believing that the Nightingale wouldn’t eat a hard stone.

"Wait..." Su Ming’an held down Shi Ying’s trembling hand.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a figure standing in the corner without him noticing. A head full of striking pink-blue wavy hair, a mask carved with ornate patterns.

—It’s the Pink-haired Man!

The Pink-haired Man had, at some point, stood in the corner, seemingly listening for a long time.

Su Ming’an grabbed Shi Ying’s hand, slowly retreating step by step. The Mechanical Man also noticed the Pink-haired Man.

"Ah, the main character is here." The Mechanical Man looked at the Pink-haired Man: "What say you? If Shi Ying is unwilling, you can also cooperate with me. After all, I saw through surveillance that you are very powerful."

Shi Ying remained silent.

The Pink-haired Man reached out, and the white stone in Shi Ying’s hand flew into the Pink-haired Man’s arms.

The suited Mechanical Man also showed a satisfied smile, looking at the Pink-haired Man: "It seems you are willing..."

"Swish!"

Su Ming’an’s eyelids flickered.

A slender Flower Branch Sword pierced through the Mechanical Man’s shell, suspending him like a nightingale pierced by a stick.

"You... cough cough cough! You wretched fool!" The Mechanical Man roared in anger, commanding the mechanical men behind him to charge at the Pink-haired Man: "Kill him for me!"

...With the Pink-haired Man’s strength, he couldn’t kill the Mechanical Man with a single strike?

Su Ming’an’s eyelids twitched.

Suddenly, he heard the thoughts of the Pink-haired Man:

(Is that so? I’m a wretched fool. In my bones flows the blood of a supplicating sinner.)

(That’s right, I should swallow the white stone, that would be the best choice.)

(But I want to kill this Mechanical Man, whom I despise. I can do everything without him. After killing the Mechanical Man, I will swallow the white stone and head towards a bright future...)

"We can’t let that pink hair swallow the white stone!" Shi Ying immediately looked at Su Ming’an.

At the same time, Su Ming’an heard Shi Ying’s thoughts:

(Though I don’t care about the white stone, it can’t fall into others’ hands.)

In a flash, the Mechanical Man, driven to a dead end, was about to press the detonate button—

A figure appeared in everyone’s view.

It was the Black Robed Man.

The Black Robed Man removed his robe, revealing his soft blond hair and a pair of blue pupils.

The moment the Black Robed Man appeared, the Mechanical Man, who had been ready to fight to the death, immediately froze, stopping in place, as if seeing someone important.

The Mechanical Man had prepared many backup plans. If the deal broke, he would detonate the building and escape through a hidden underground passage. He still had many potential partners, and by helping them, he could also become the World Master’s trusted confidant, enjoying a life of wealth and honor from then on.

But the instant the Black Robed Man appeared, the Mechanical Man halted his button-pressing hand, as if seeing a rose or a beautiful gemstone, unwilling to harm the other.

"My friend... have you come to see me?" The Mechanical Man stared at the Black Robed Man, hurriedly waving: "Ah... you should leave here quickly! This place is about to explode, it’s very dangerous, and I don’t want to hurt you..."

However, the Black Robed Man frowned and looked at him:

"Who are you?"

The Mechanical Man was instantly stunned, forgetting to dodge.

The next moment, the Pink-haired Man’s blade shattered the Mechanical Man’s head.

The shattered mechanics fell to the ground, parts clattering down, leaving only half a cumbersome body in a suit, collapsing to the ground without further movement.

Besides scrap metal, nothing remained here.

No one cared about the unfinished words of the Mechanical Man. Amidst the scattered parts, only broken sounds remained, repeating repeatedly like a faulty recording on a chip:

"Peach-flavored... mechanical juice... really... tastes good..."

"We are free... Phoenix... friend..."

"Friend..."

"Friend..."

...

The Black Robed Man tidied his disheveled blond hair, a pair of clear blue eyes looking at Su Ming’an.

"So it’s you, Phoenix." Su Ming’an called out to the other.

"Before this, Pink Hair, calm down, okay?" Phoenix looked at the Pink-haired Man: "Sell the white stone to me, don’t swallow it."

The Pink-haired Man clutched the white stone tightly. She lowered her head, seemingly struggling intensely.

"Given the current situation, only by killing her can we stop her from swallowing the white stone." Shi Ying spoke up: "Phoenix, let’s join forces."

She produced a scythe blade.

Phoenix thought for a moment, nodded, and raised his sword feather towards the Pink-haired Man.

Meanwhile, Su Ming’an narrowed his eyes.

He suddenly laughed horribly:

"Ha, hahaha... hahahahaha... so that’s how it is... so that’s how it is..."

Everyone looked at Su Ming’an with puzzled eyes, and he once again opened the wooden box, eating the roseblood while advancing.

"What are you going to do!" Phoenix shouted.

Su Ming’an activated spatial defense, quickly picking up the Mechanical Man’s remote control from the ground, and pressed the explosion button.

"——Boom!!!"

Intense flames swallowed everything in an instant. Such a sudden suicide attack caught everyone off guard.

...

"...Mm."

Consciousness gradually cleared.

Su Ming’an felt himself buried under layers of bricks and stones, darkness everywhere, the scent of smoke and dust filling his nose.

The Mechanical Man’s explosives were extremely potent, collapsing half of the town. Even Min and Phoenix didn’t have time to escape.

The situation was urgent; Su Ming’an had no other way to escape their pursuit.

Suddenly, he felt movement beneath him, looked down, and saw the Pink-haired Man, trapped beneath, unconscious from the explosion. In the narrow space, her legs were pinned by a giant stone in a twisted, grim angle.

Su Ming’an strained to extend his hand, checking her pulse.

Her pulse was faint; her legs were likely broken. Yet, her long pink-blue hair remained clean and beautiful, like a glowing sunset hue.

Su Ming’an made room, reaching out, lifting her mask—

"...!"

What met his eyes was a completely unexpected face.

...