Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1607: Final - : Guardian Shore Line – “OE: Death from the Ocean (18)”

Chapter 1607: Final Chapter: Guardian Shore Line – “OE: Death from the Ocean (18)”

"You’re awake! You’ve been asleep for so long, Su Ming’an!"

Su Ming’an opened his eyes and saw the Bright Pearl Tower and the shimmering Long River in the distance.

Under the night sky, fireworks rose into the air, and he sat on the high rooftop.

He looked to the left and saw a row of people sitting.

"This is a candy jar my sister picked out for a long time, for you." Lu handed over the gift.

"This is my carefully curated book... cough, art collection." Yamada Machiichi coughed, handing over a colorful booklet.

"This is... a pillow... very comfortable to sleep with..." Bei Wang yawned, handing over a soft fragrant pillow.

"Here, rose fragrance, smells particularly good." Luna held a glass bottle.

"I bought you a set of suits." Isabella lifted a cloth bag.

Su Ming’an looked to the right and saw a row of people sitting on his right as well.

"Ta-da! Panda backpack!" Lin Yin picked up a black and white small bag.

"You once gave me a book on Fire Mystery, this is my summary of a new mystery, take it to enjoy." Eni took out a notebook.

"Father God, nothing can truly reflect my devotion, all that I have belongs to you." Boris pressed a hand to his chest.

"Here! Photos I took for everyone!" Zhao Yuan opened a thick album.

"How can gifts be without flowers?" Shi Yi handed over flowers.

Su Ming’an’s arms were filled with all sorts of gifts.

Everyone was there, that was great.

Finally, it was Yi Song’s turn to give a gift. He brought out a bunch of bottles and jars, all filled with colorful capsules:

"Time for medicine, Su Ming’an."

Before Su Ming’an could react, suddenly, Yamada Machiichi hugged him, Lin Yin and Eni joined the fray, and Su Ming’an felt the pain from their pressing arms.

His arms were held tight, his embrace filled with warmth, like a bunch of small furnaces.

"Come go for a hug!" Lin Yin laughed.

"It’s said that a hug makes people feel happy, come for a hug! Su Ming’an!"

"Count me in, count me in!"

"You should eat more, so thin that it pokes me..." Su Ming’an was tugged by them, helplessly sighed, feeling his body aching...

He abruptly opened his eyes.

In front of him was the dazzling sun, stinging his eyes, and his chest pressed against their silent tombstones, holding stones and weeds in his arms.

The winter wind brushed past the weeds, past his bruised forehead and arms. Distant mountains undulate, the morning sun surging from behind countless hills.

He sat there, dazed, looking at the tombstones and the names on them, holding the stones in his arms, stones that also seemed warm.

It’s said that a hug can make people feel happy...

He lowered his head, resting his forehead against the tombstone, gently embracing it.

Blue pines staunchly stand, mountains run like wild horses.

Perhaps... he felt a hint of happiness.

...

At the start of 2028, Su Ming’an caught a pregnant woman.

This woman had already given birth to two hundred children, acting extremely abnormal. Su Ming’an interrogated her and got an answer: this world’s destiny is bound to sink into the abyss unless "they" are isolated.

But, who are "they"?

Where are they?

How to kill?

Frozen silence enveloped him, as if soaking in viscous water.

Did he go wrong from the start by being conservative?

He returned to his room, seeing black-and-white photos on the table, seeing the dull eyes of Lü Shu.

"Eni is dead." Lü Shu said.

"Didn’t I resurrect him?" Su Ming’an said.

"Again." Lü Shu said.

After returning to the family, Eni ordered them not to cross the line, no longer participating in those filthy matters, but faced great backlash, one night suffering an assassination.

"Who can kill him." Su Ming’an said calmly.

Lü Shu handed him a photo.

In the photo, a bouquet was placed on the table, stained with blood, with a line of text on the flower wrap: [Hubert].

—Hubert.

Staring at this English line, Su Ming’an hung his head in silence for a long time.

... So, in the first instance where the king and bishop shared joys and sorrows, where the bishop once wished "May you win," eventually led to a blade-on-blade outcome. Criminals need not leave names, Hubert perhaps is only a Chess Piece.

Su Ming’an found he no longer cared about the power struggles behind, as they are nothing but human greed and ugliness. All he felt was disappointment.

"Why have you not become completely disappointed in humanity yet?" Dieying’s voice murmured near his ear:

"The ones you care about are dying one by one, for the so-called ideal of Great Harmony."

"The ones you’ve saved, some have died, some have pointed blades at you, their benefactor."

"[The Way of the Great, all under Heaven...]"

"[Select the worthy and capable, speak trust and cultivate harmony, thus people not exclusively love their kin, not only care for their children, letting the old have their end, the strong their employment, the young their growth, and the widowed, orphaned, isolated, and sick all receive care...]"

Su Ming’an saw the bustling people. They shuttle between the traffic, their concerns are this month’s pay, tonight’s meal, tomorrow’s game.

Welfare is good here, the elderly are supported, orphans are aided, many wars but peace is more common. Compared to the original Zhai Xing, here indeed resembles Paradise.

Then how come this isn’t a Prosperous Era?

But he saw a crisis beneath the grand waves, if not for Lu and Lü Shu’s sacrifice that time, this place wouldn’t exist anymore.

"[Hence plotting ceases without occurring, thieves and rebels without emerging, thus outside doors aren’t shut, this is Great Harmony...]"

Su Ming’an closed his eyes.

"Most people don’t involve themselves with those schemes, they just want to survive. They shouldn’t become kindling for the rulers, burned by power. I want to give them a tolerant and peaceful environment, but I realized, some indeed cannot control their destiny, requiring an invisible hand to achieve this." He murmured.

In front, seemingly appeared paths diverging, his ears rang with Dieying’s voice:

"In the future, what will you do?"

—Repeated retrospection to adjust the future.

"No, you’ve already tried it, encountering High Dimensions, the Time authority can’t take effect, unable to solve the most lethal issues. Retrospection only helps fine-tune, can’t change the overall situation." Dieying said.

—Flesh experiments to elevate the world.

"Is that so? You’ve done many flesh experiments, those who obtained your flesh are growing stronger, the world’s spiritual energy concentration is increasing but development speed is too slow, insufficient to endure another High Dimensions assault." Dieying said.

—Use violence to control violence, punish civilians.

"No, killing so many people is meaningless, you know this best, don’t you? Human desire is endless, as long as there is benefit, countless people would participate in the train case." Dieying said.

—Then, what should I do?

He raised his head, saw countless diverging golden paths fading with denial, leaving only a straight golden road.

All options, as if leaving only a definite, fixed answer.

...

—I want to become a deity.

—I want to become a deity.

—I want to become a deity.

... 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Crash—" At this moment, his collarbone glowed, the key pattern of "Faith" authority flickering instantly.

His gray hair turned colorful in an instant.

This scene resembled a Magic Girl’s transformation, yet the watching Lü Shu had no trace of joy on his face.

People believed deities have rainbow-colored hair, deities decided to fully embrace these faiths, becoming statues of the desires of all beings. This wasn’t deities believing in human ability but, precisely, deities no longer trusting humans.

—He no longer believed in humanity’s capability, unable to trust humans to save themselves.

He wants to become the deity that anchors everything, committing every good deed and every evil act, becoming a saint, becoming an evil spirit.

People fanatically worship Him as a deity, but what if the deity becomes disappointed in humanity?

Lü Shu seemed to hear the black river surging like a tide, engulfing countless dark forests. The deaths of Lu, Yamada, Eni, the aging of Luna, Alger and Atlanda’s actions, the passengers on the train... all were like straw, silently pressed down.

"Since it’s impossible to fine-tune anymore, we might as well take a hard approach—"

Su Ming’an opened his golden eyes.

"There is only one path left—"

He smiled at destiny.

He became a deity.

He gathered the remaining players who were relatively trustworthy on the leaderboard—Mei Yani, Joy, Zhao Yuan, Mo Yan, Yi Song, Lü Shu, Lin Jiang, Su Rin, Violet, Lin Yin, Yamada Machiichi, Bei Wang.

Including himself, a total of thirteen people.

"The deceased are gone, and we are the new ’Peak Alliance.’

He informed them of his thoughts.

—He will separate out a cloning controlled by himself, transformed into a "Justice Avatar," continuing to lead everyone as the World Master, while the things a deity cannot do, he will act as the "evil" part to do them, using harsh measures to punish those who cross the line.

The righteous He, responsible for using Faith to intensify people’s positive emotions towards goodness and justice, making them believe in the existence of the deity.

The evil He will act as the ultimate "Evil Dragon."

Finally, conduct the Divine Festival, kill the Evil Dragon.

—Yes, he wants to emulate the World of Old Days, slaying the "Evil Chang Ge" with "Good Chang Ge" to obtain the purest and most magnificent Power of Faith.

But, the World of Old Days was a mutual slaying of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, while this world, only one person is slain.

He is the original Starfire, and also the final abyss.

He began the plan of "Good and Evil Slaying Each Other." Punishing those who support the train, jumping through time, capturing those who will commit crimes in the future, judging them, bloody suppression.

The kind "World Master" is compassionate like a god, with seven-colored long hair, listening to the prayers of all living beings.

The evil "Evil Dragon" is decisive in methods, with black hair, face covered by a mask.

Screams, curses, insults... Whenever the butcher knife falls, he quietly listens to the dying person’s venomous screams, eyes turning blood red. To prevent more deaths, he begins sacrificing a few.

The flesh experiment continues, his body grows weaker, but his eyes become brighter—because he knows, there is an ivory white Republic, with flying wings and flowers embellishing, falling towards this fertile land.

One day, he heard the news of Mei Yani’s death, turns out Mei Yani discovered "their" eyes while exploring the universe route, she had just reported it and suddenly died. Joy viewed her as a daughter, went after her with guns and knives, whether alive or dead unknown.

—Seems "they" are getting closer, Su Ming’an grows clearer.

His actions become more decisive, experiments more vicious, even Su Liujin often worriedly looked at Him.

He wants to protect them.

He wants to protect them.

Human sin is so vivid, He killed a player who betrayed, He burned a luxurious palace, He punished prisoners who crossed the line, listening to their curses and wails before dying—killing to protect life, He is no longer the holy and dignified white stone statue, no longer the gentle soft white camellia.

But a scarlet balance.

...

At the end of 2028, Su Ming’an met an assassin.

At that time he had just completed the flesh experiment, lying weakly in the sleeping cabin, but the cabin door suddenly opened, and a dagger came in.

At the critical moment, He grasped the dagger, divine power surged magnificently, instantly subduing the opponent.

"You thought I would be killed while weakened... Unfortunately, I anticipated human nature, even lying in the sleeping cabin, I would never let my guard down, nor close my eyes." Su Ming’an unveiled divine power and saw a familiar face.

...Zhao Yuan?

He no longer felt disappointment, only understanding.

"Not just me..." Zhao Yuan’s cheek cracked, revealing the tentacles of the Insect Race: "Many of us... want to kill you... How many people have you killed? How many wars have you controlled? You clearly said, this world doesn’t need a Cloud City God..."

"Because the Cloud City God greeted Su Ming’an with roses, even if the Cloud City God falls, Pulaya won’t be destroyed." Su Ming’an said lightly: "And I will never meet another Su Ming’an, without me, the small world won’t survive long."

"Many are waiting for you in hell." Zhao Yuan said.

"There is no fairy tale where you don’t raise a knife, and everyone can be happy." Su Ming’an said.

He touched Zhao Yuan’s cheek... So, she was invaded by the Insect Race long ago, during the Luowasha period, which is why she was suddenly assassinated Him.

But her assassination also highlighted an issue — many now wish Him dead. They hope for the "Evil Dragon Su Qing" to die, rather than "World Master Su Ming’an".

Su Ming’an named his evil clone, "Su Qing".

"I always thought... you were a kind and gentle person..." Zhao Yuan whispered, "The way you are now makes you feel unfamiliar to me..."

"I have always been, and yet, I have never been," Su Ming’an replied.

"I don’t understand why you’ve become like this..."

"Because, there is only this way."

"I don’t understand why you love them, yet want to kill them."

"To kill, out of love."

Zhao Yuan seemed to have lost Divine Wisdom, the antennae of the Insect Race broke through her cheeks, at times she pleaded for help, at other times she pleaded for death.

Su Ming’an could indeed save her, but what if she attempted assassination once more? What if she still couldn’t control herself? She had already developed a rebellious heart and might become an accomplice in a new train incident. And He can never make mistakes again.

"I’m sorry." Su Ming’an raised his hand.

In that instant, those fireworks, smiles, and flower trees... all suddenly felt very distant from him.

After a sigh, everything became quiet.

In the lab, where those criminals from the train incident were used as experimental subjects, they screamed in agony, cursing Him with the most vicious words. Yet His expression remained indifferent and calm — curse, hate, even if someone made a mistake in a fleeting moment, is that fleeting moment without guilt? Who can bring back Lu’s life? Who can bring back the countless elites in the White Tower?

He stood up, walked to the rooftop, and suddenly started laughing, laughing to the point of madness.

A moment later, He calmed down abruptly, murmuring to Himself "Who am I" several times, then turned back.

...

In the subsequent time, it seemed calendars no longer counted the years, the Deity shuttled between different time nodes, foreseeing criminals in advance, touching crises in advance, using "Good Me" to guide people, wielding the butcher’s knife with "Evil Me".

In people’s eyes, the divine figure grows taller and taller, seemingly touching Heavenly Valley, holy and inviolable.

In people’s eyes, the Giant Dragon grows uglier, deserving to enter the Nine Serenities, committing countless crimes.

Su Ming’an no longer remembered the exact year, only each time he returned, Lü Shu’s features altered slightly.

"You’ve finally come back." Lü Shu brewed lemon tea, tasting sweet and sour: "Did you gain anything?"

"In ten years, there’ll be a natural disaster, but it’s okay; I will stand firm then, and the reconstructed World Hub will also activate the disaster response plan." Su Ming’an looked into his eyes: "Still can’t see?"

"I can’t see with my eyes, but certain things are clearer." Lü Shu adeptly brewed tea. Although he couldn’t see, his movements weren’t awkward in the slightest, knowing precisely where everything was, as if he had done it a million times.

"In ten years, will I still be here?" After a moment of hesitation, Lü Shu asked.

"You will be."

"Will we be better off in ten years, or are we better now?"

"There’s no clear criterion for judgment." Su Ming’an said: "I only know that each time I see you all, I feel at ease."

... They made Him understand that He is neither a divine figure nor an evil dragon, but rather Su Ming’an.

"It’s been two years since you last returned," Lü Shu suddenly said.

"...Two years?" Su Ming’an looked at the calendar in surprise, only then realizing it’s already 2030. In His perception, it was merely a blink, yet it had been so long. Just like a thousand years for Dieying is but a step away, time seemed entirely different for deities and humans.

Will there come a day when he completely loses time perception, only to turn back and find nothing behind him?

"...Could you choose not to go anymore?" Lü Shu said: "These two years we’ve always been waiting, as if there was a void in the passage of time... You are like a Flying Bird, sometimes appearing beneath the clouds, sometimes disappearing, and it makes me fear... that one day I’ll never wait for you again."

"I can’t." Su Ming’an said.

"I fear you’ll get lost in those distant years, decades, or even centuries," Lü Shu said.

"It is precisely because I fear you getting lost in this vast Universe..." Su Ming’an said, "To witness you all continuously — I must stay away from you."

He stood up, walked outside, and looked at the bustling chariots, the serene passage of time.

Like a Morning Star, He flew into the distance.

2031, 2032, 2033...

Time flowed like water.

Yet what is a moment’s scale to the Universe and High Dimensions?

...