Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 875 - 872 · [His Voice.]

"You mean to say, I’m the Alliance Hierarch of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance?" Su Ming’an said.

A few hours ago, soldiers from the Human Self-Rescue Alliance attacked students, and he could not have imagined that he himself was the hierarch.

Under the moonlight, the red-haired girl was very close to him.

"Yes." Xin Yue’s voice was cheerful: "Your memory seems to be withering faster and faster. I just talked with you a few days ago, and today you’ve forgotten, you don’t even remember me."

"Then why did I come to such an abandoned city?" Su Ming’an asked.

He had a home and family in this city, and even made a friend, Su Luoluo, for at least a year. He seemed like an ordinary student.

"Huh?" Xin Yue tilted her head: "You said earlier that you came here to retire. Who knows if that’s the real reason? Oh dear, you don’t even remember your own reasons for doing things, isn’t that quite scary? Think again, do you have any countermeasures for your memory loss?"

According to her, Su Wensheng often had memory loss, so Su Wensheng should have ways to recover memory, but Su Ming’an didn’t know.

The red-haired girl smiled warmly, Su Ming’an took half a step back: "Then I need to return to the headquarters of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance. Can you take me back?"

He guessed that Su Wensheng might have hidden "Memory Fragments" at the Alliance headquarters. As long as he came into contact with those memory fragments, he could restore his memory.

"Sure. It’s not far from headquarters here, I have a Space Talisman, I can take you back tonight." Xin Yue nodded: "Would you need to wear a mask?"

"A mask?"

"The Hierarch’s face isn’t revealed to the public, you usually wear a mask." Xin Yue said: "Moreover, in recent years, since your physical body has been in a deep sleep at headquarters, you haven’t shown up. So I would suggest you wear a normal mask to go to the Alliance base as an ordinary person."

"There’s still a physical body of mine at the Alliance headquarters?" Su Ming’an exclaimed.

"Yes, it’s placed there in a deep slumber." Xin Yue said: "Years back, when factions within the Alliance were in conflict, you announced that your spirit had detached from your body and went to the Land of Utter Darkness for exploration to quell the chaos. After you announced your slumber, the chaos in the Alliance subsided. Everyone now thinks you are still asleep. If you return tonight as the Hierarch, it means you’re announcing to everyone that you’re awake."

"Then I’ll go back tonight as an ordinary person." Su Ming’an replied: "There’s no need to announce my awakening yet."

This was quite fascinating.

It seemed the situation within the Human Self-Rescue Alliance wasn’t peaceful; inevitably, there were factional struggles and infighting everywhere. As the Hierarch, he even had to pretend to sleep to avoid chaos.

However, because he was supposedly asleep, he was able to enjoy such a secluded life as a student. Su Ming’an didn’t want to hastily proclaim his status as an awakened Hierarch when the situation was still unclear.

"What color do you like?" Xin Yue suddenly asked.

"...White." Su Ming’an hesitated for a moment, then answered.

Xin Yue smiled slightly, reached out with a pinch of Yellow Paper.

"Matrix Orders—Mold!"

A pure white mask slowly shaped itself in her hand. She reached out, intending to gently press it onto Su Ming’an’s face.

Su Ming’an immediately reached out: "I’ll do it myself."

Xin Yue paused, released her hand, letting Su Ming’an put on the mask himself.

Her gaze swept up and down his figure, from his pupils to his student uniform, and then, like a hook, her gaze swooped back to his face.

"...You’ve become somewhat distant after this memory loss." Xin Yue softly remarked.

Looking at her smile, Su Ming’an’s nerves tensed, and he became very cautious: "Xin Yue, before my memory loss, I didn’t have a girlfriend or any romantic entanglement, right?"

"Hmm... As far as I know, you didn’t have a girlfriend." Xin Yue continued to smile.

Su Ming’an sighed with relief. Fortunately, he didn’t have to deal with any romantic mess.

He sent Su Luoluo back home first; there was a key in her pocket. She lay in bed, sleeping soundly, likely needing a few more hours to wake up.

Su Luoluo’s home was even more rundown than his. It wasn’t that she was poor, but her place was a mess of shattered wine bottles, medicine boxes, instant noodle bowls, and food bags, as if it hadn’t been cleaned in a long time.

Beside Su Luoluo’s bed was a Dream Patrol Helmet, with a "The Cat and Her" game disc beside it. The cartoon on the surface of the disc depicted a blonde-haired, blue-eyed little girl standing with a Siamese cat, both gazing at a Western-style church.

—Is this the first game humans have cleared, "The Cat and Her"?

Su Ming’an stared at the disc. He now knew that the Louyue Nation was a kind of RPG-style choice-driven ancient game. What kind of game was "The Cat and Her"?

"Speaking of which, this ’The Cat and Her’ game was actually cleared by Yi Zhongyu of Dragon City. He really is a young man with great potential." Xin Yue smirked.

...

[Speaking of which, these instances were actually cleared by the Number One Player. He really is a young man with great potential.]

...

Su Ming’an froze.

He looked around but saw nothing.

"Hierarch? What’s the matter?" Xin Yue watched as Su Ming’an suddenly began to look around, confused.

"Xin Yue, did you hear anything?" Su Ming’an asked. Just as Xin Yue finished speaking, he had heard an indistinct voice.

It was extremely faint. Like the tiny voice one might experience in an illusion, Su Ming’an wasn’t sure if it actually existed.

"No." Xin Yue looked around and chuckled: "What’s wrong with you? You’ve lost your memory, and now your hearing is going too? You better be careful, hallucinations and auditory illusions are signs of mutation. I don’t want you to die suddenly."

"..." Su Ming’an shook his head: "Never mind, let’s just say it didn’t happen."

Such a sound was indeed very faint, likely an illusion from the stress he was under.

In a world with San values, having auditory illusions was normal, normal, very normal.

He put down the disc: "Xin Yue, what do you think these games truly represent?"

"I’m not sure." Xin Yue laughed, leaning against the wall and smiling like a blooming rose: "Is it the grace of a deity? The blessing of destiny? The only salvation to dispel the Black Mist of the Land of Utter Darkness? Or Pandora’s box? Whatever you feel it represents might be what your heart perceives it as. But in the eyes of humanity right now, the game is a divine artifact that grants mankind dream patrol Spirit Points, allowing mankind to become stronger continuously."

"Hmm..." Su Ming’an nodded.

He suddenly shivered.

...

[What do you think the World Game truly represents?]

[I don’t know. Is it the grace of the Organizers? The blessing of destiny? The only method to allow mankind Dimensional Ascension? Or Pandora’s box? But as of now, the World Game truly is a law that lets humanity glimpse the mysteries of the universe, and continually grow stronger.]

...

A chill crept up his spine.

"Who!" This time Su Ming’an was certain, this was not an illusion. Such a long paragraph resonated in his ear, and even if the decibels were subtle, he thoroughly memorized the indistinguishable male or female voice:

"Who’s speaking! Show yourself!"

He stepped back several paces, alertly surveying his surroundings. The san value in his field of vision had already dropped to 70 points.

"How are you..." Xin Yue hurriedly caught up.

"Show yourself! Show yourself! Show yourself!" Su Ming’an moved the table, confirming there was nothing underneath it. He used the clue insight skill to search for any red circles in the vicinity. He used the judgment skill for confirmation, discovering that there was no one else within view.

He pushed open the door, letting every room in the building remain in an open state.

He must find this thing—just listening to two passages had already dropped his san value to 70 points, he couldn’t keep listening. Is it a player targeting him, or some skill that drops san value?

He moved the table, opened the wooden door, pushed aside the sofa, tore open the curtains, and the ethereal green moonlight instantly poured in. The twisted tendrils in the sky flickered like a star river, still a normal night’s scene.

Even after checking every corner of the room, Su Ming’an did not stop his search, gripping Spatial Vibration tightly.

"Alliance Hierarch..." Xin Yue helplessly followed behind him: "There’s truly no voice, what are you looking for?"

"No, I definitely heard it." Su Ming’an shook his head.

Xin Yue frowned, thinking that the Alliance Hierarch might be under excessive psychological stress this time, even experiencing auditory illusions. This won’t do, if the Alliance Hierarch’s spirit falters, who will lead them to resist the deities?

"There’s truly nothing..." Xin Yue held his hand, softly comforting him like a child: "Listen to me, be good, don’t be too agitated, come, how about taking a deep breath with me?"

Su Ming’an slightly paused.

She held his icy hand, whispering softly and gently:

"Alliance Hierarch, I know humanity’s completion progress has stalled for a whole year, maybe the pressure has been too much for you lately, it’s okay, even if the Dream Patrol progress slows, the Black Mist hasn’t covered us, come, one, two..."

Su Ming’an blinked.

... Is he under too much pressure lately?

Although he had a good year in the Main God World, he did consume so much Roseblood, and can’t rule out lingering mental consequences. Perhaps he should listen to Xin Yue and relax with deep-breathing?

Perhaps this way, the voice in his ear will vanish.

He grasped Xin Yue’s hand, following her rhythm for a deep breath—

...

[Number One Player, I know you might be under too much pressure lately, it’s okay, even if the perfect completion progress slows a bit, a year is far away isn’t it? Come, one, two...]

...

A surge of fear shot straight to his tailbone, spreading up along the spine.

"Pa!" Su Ming’an suddenly let go of Xin Yue’s hand.

He retreated several steps, attempting to pinpoint the source of the sound, eyes vigilant like a cat: "Sorry, I let go of your hand. But there really is a voice."

Xin Yue paused: "It’s okay, Alliance Hierarch. But I really haven’t heard any sound. Have you been Dream Patrolling in ’Louyue Nation’ game for too long, and got some mental damage?"

Su Ming’an watched her warily.

His chest felt compressed like by oppressive seawater, his mind seemed to crack with tiny fissures, disbelief of her words, unable to trust the reality of the sounds by his ear.

The variegated blue-green radiance flooded in from outside the window, tinting her rose-red hair with deep hues, like flowing sea fish. She looked at Su Ming’an, bewildered, not knowing how to comfort him.

"There’s truly no sound, Alliance Hierarch." Even her voice wavered.

"Such a sudden sound couldn’t be just to echo for me, must be some mechanism’s prompt..." Su Ming’an didn’t respond to her, murmuring to himself: "Definitely an issue, cannot overlook this issue, ignoring it will leave traps in my future, I must resolve this issue, can’t let the san value drop further, 60 points is the danger line..."

Cannot ignore problems. Problems in the initial phase not resolved, later will dig deep pits for him. This applies to every instance, likewise in the Ruined World.

Must achieve perfect clearance, must achieve highest difficulty perfect clearance, must complete the Ruler’s Quest... This time there is no Yasa Acto to assist him.

Every step must be perfect. No mistake permitted... Otherwise humanity risks missing final breakthrough information.

The ruler is only him, only him, only he remains.

He retreated while murmuring to himself. Clutching Spatial Vibration tightly, his pupils revealed variegated hues, like flowing fish.

He felt a sudden tension in his body, Xin Yue hugged him.

Her rose-red hair settled on his shoulder, like swirling flames.

"...Alliance Hierarch, you can’t go mad." She hugged him tightly, her voice choked:

"Please calm down, alright? There’s truly no sound. The world calls us the Human Self-Rescue Alliance heretics, but we are the true Awakeners, refusing to yield to the fate arranged by the deities. In the future, I believe you’ll discover a way to slay the deities—if even you go mad, who will still believe in our awakening?"

"Alliance Hierarch, you can’t go mad. You are the least able to go mad. Behind you is the entire human race."

"Only you, only you, only you."

Su Ming’an was gently held by her, his pupils gradually returning to calm from trembling.

Breathing slowly stabilized.

He gently pushed her away.

"..."

He temporarily didn’t hear the strange voice again.

He looked up, surveying the chaotic scene around.

"Sorry for the trouble, let’s tidy up here first." Su Ming’an pressed his fingertips to his temple, saying softly: "I’ll go with you to headquarters."

...

[san value: 60 points]

...

The Land of Independence, Uthers City, Human Self-Rescue Alliance Headquarters.

Through Xin Yue’s talisman’s spatial teleportation, Su Ming’an arrived at the alliance headquarters.

Looking up, he saw the tracks and trains spanning the night sky. The Finance Building pierced the clouds, the iron-tower styled TV signal building stood tall in the darkness. Drones with flashing red indicators passed by, carrying takeout boxes and express packages, crossing the urban landscape like gray iron birds.

Zebra crossings automatically aligned with the traffic lights, pedestrians with umbrellas and briefcases gazed at their personal terminals.

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