Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1612 - 68: Saints and Sinners (Part 1)

At the moment he saw the stunning woman, Su Ming’an realized he had been careless in his considerations. Upon reflection, certain Cloud City deities, certain Dawns, certain deities, certain shadows, none were really that tasteful.

With his wealth of experience, he immediately recognized Noel’s face. The first time had been striking, but the second was full of wariness and vigilance.

...Is this the "fan-made Noel" created by the Radiant Mother God, or is it that golden mille-feuille?

He pretended to draw his sword but was suddenly grabbed and pulled behind the curtain.

"Don’t let ’Miao Yin Rose’ spot you, Yuhang!" A familiar voice came from behind: "He’s the biggest patron of ’Lou Yue Pavilion’. I know you like beauties, but today is not the day for a show. Be careful. Don’t get noticed."

The thick curtain isolated the golden-haired fairy, and the last sight was of the fairy settling on a high stage full of flourishing flowers, sitting on a carved wooden chair, with the bearing of a host.

...Radiant Mother God, you really are insane... This was the thought swirling in Su Ming’an’s mind. He knew it was quite "wild history," but not this "wild."

He looked back to see a spirited face. The forehead was adorned with a blue ribbon, eyes round and bright, a slightly rounded face with pleasing features.

"...Wang Xingkong?" Su Ming’an glanced.

—The perfect pass mission for the eighth ring required him to leap to the "Kasar Country’s attic" time point. He remembered, this was after Prince Fu En’s death when he, as Wang Xingkong, escorted Chen Yuhang from Mingxi campus to Luowasha. They landed in a war zone, quickly hid in an old lady’s attic, evading searches by the soldiers, and happened to find Qin Si also hiding in the attic. Subsequently, a lazy bird came to steal his account.

He originally thought that after landing, the scene would be similar, like the war zone’s attic... but instead, it was this kind of "boudoir" attic?

"Shh..." Wang Xingkong shushed him softly: "This ’Lou Yue Pavilion’ was built by a significant figure. Outside the artillery roars, inside the lights remain bright. Those soldiers dare not break in and search; luckily, we hid here... But if the people inside find us, we might quickly get shot dead. You need to be a bit more cautious, okay? Can’t you move when you see those fairies?"

Su Ming’an understood now; he was possessing Chen Yuhang. The advantage was his identity was unassuming, wouldn’t draw the Radiant Mother God’s attention, easy to search for the Demon Mother Goddess’s key, and had a good fellow Wang Xingkong. The downside was his average power, though cards could compensate for it.

It seems, "original text: Wang Xingkong and Chen Yuhang escape into old lady’s attic" was altered to "fan-made: Wang Xingkong and Chen Yuhang escape into a singing attic."

Without identification proof, they were deemed suspicious by the soldiers, escaping all the way into this attic, hiding within this boudoir.

"Just a change of location, still manageable..." Su Ming’an peeked outside through a gap.

They were in a boudoir with furnishings leaning towards an ancient style, the dressing table spotless like water, a row of sparkling bottles radiant, the rouge engraved with "Liu Chunlin" and other old brand logos, appearing precious. The wardrobe’s door ajar, showing two or three slightly worn cheongsams, and a hand-cranked gramophone sat on a small table, beside scattered album covers.

Su Ming’an was seeing this style of the world for the first time.

On the other side of the room, curtains hung quietly, the bed set with plain sheets, beneath it several sandalwood boxes. A small window didn’t open to the outside world but to the stage inside the pavilion, neon letters spelled out "Chunhua Stage", resplendent, red meeting green, silhouetting the dancers on stage.

Earlier, he saw Noel through the small window, seeing the stage below, so Noel shouldn’t have seen him.

Noel couldn’t be making a living here, should have infiltrated for either... assassination? Or exploring something?

At that moment, tremors abruptly echoed through the pavilion, seemingly the sound of shells scraping by. "Whuuuur—" Wooden columns shook, dropping dust.

Diverse individuals sat in the hall below, old masters lounging in redwood chairs, snuff bottles spinning in their fingers; wealthy merchants raised their heads, eyes squinting, with cigar smoke curling as if all red was intoxicating. When the pavilion shook, they all raised their heads, staring in horror towards the door.

"Boom!" Two intricately carved doors were slammed open by force, a group of soldiers rushed in with long guns, bayonets cold.

"By order of Great Marshal Bairan, search!" The lead officer’s voice was hard as iron, scanning the crowd, his gaze sharp as a knife, scraping across every frightened face: "We suspect nest faction spies are hiding here; those disrespecting the Radiant Mother God, kill on sight!"

He raised a card to his face: "See this? It’s [R Card·Light Envoy]. If you want to resist, come challenge my card!"

...Indeed, a blend of things. Su Ming’an covered his face.

"Oh dear, what’s this you say, officer..." A silhouette parted the crowd, a beautiful boss lady approached, her coif immaculate, face piled with a watertight smile, voice soft and sticky, quickly walking: "Officer, it’s hard work! This pear garden line, has its own rules. No matter how big the matter, let us finish this grand finale, how about it? Always good to see things through to the end."

She smiled and turned, her eyes shimmering, "Girls, don’t just stand there; keep dancing, so as not to disappoint our distinguished guests."

From start to finish, Noel remained seated on the wooden chair, resting his chin, as if asleep, as if this scene didn’t spark any vigilance in him.

"These soldiers suddenly barged in... That’s bad, wasn’t it said that the backstage of this pavilion was solid?" Wang Xingkong clutched Su Ming’an’s hand.

"Don’t panic." Su Ming’an said.

"How can I not panic! The place has gone mad in fighting, not to mention the ’Protagonist Battle’. Among eight protagonist candidates, two are in conflict here. Their armies have become bloodthirsty." Wang Xingkong gritted his teeth. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Protagonist Battle?" Su Ming’an looked sideways.

"During the message gathering, you weren’t listening carefully?" Wang Xingkong reminded patiently: "Eight protagonist candidates are in the current mutual battle phase. Once only four are left, a war named ’Maritime Banquet’ will start. Whoever wins is the final protagonist, able to meet the Radiant Mother God, receiving the supreme treasure."

"Maritime Banquet... Fine." At this point, Su Ming’an could only accept these settings. No wonder the Tenth Thrones mocked the Radiant Mother God for only copying, truly a super tailor.

"So here fights rely on... cards?" Su Ming’an said.

"Indeed." Wang Xingkong replied: "However, without cards, the populace can only resort to real stabbings and shooting."

He pulled out a card, sighed: "...Ah, up to now, I only got an N-level card. With our combat power, how do we protect ourselves? Could it be heading to doom before success? We just escaped Mingxi campus, yet haven’t experienced this world’s great scenery..."

In his hand was a golden animal card, resembling Pikachu.

Su Ming’an raised his palm.

"Don’t look, you don’t have one." Wang Xingkong said: "Thanks to my luck, I picked up a card left by a dead soldier on the battlefield, though it’s the lowest N card, it still provides combat power."

...No, Su Ming’an does have.

SR Card Hui Zi, SR Card Qi Zhou, and even Li Mingyue and Dan Shuang... However, same as before, comrades didn’t transport with him, they could only meet later.

If that soldier was so arrogant with an R card, wouldn’t he...

Beneath the pavilion, the sound of silk and bamboo hesitated for a moment, then timidly resumed, the magnesium light refocusing. In the center of the dance floor, the dancers began to whirl gracefully, and among them, a dancer with hair as black as ink was particularly eye-catching. She twirled gracefully, holding fans in both hands, her dance moves soft and elegant.

She closed and opened the fans repeatedly, the fan surfaces flipping like butterflies.

Suddenly, she spun rapidly, and the fan ribs made a crisp, mechanical sound.

"Ding——"

As the lights flickered, a snow-bright blade suddenly emerged from the edge of the fan! Her figure moved like an arrow leaving the string, her eyes blazing with a do-or-die determination, as she charged directly at the leading officer!

"The peril is imminent today, Li Dog’s minions, take my slash!" Her tone was filled with intense hatred, as if she were determined to assassinate even at the cost of her life.

"Pfft!" The sharp blade pierced through the leather, the scalding blood splashing onto the dim yellow lampshade of the magnesium light, the officer’s eyes widened, his throat gurgled in disbelief as he clutched his gushing neck, falling heavily backward.

"Revolt! Revolt!" After a brief pause, the soldiers awoke as if from a dream, roaring in anger like a swarm of bees swarming towards the stage.

The dancer, however, did not resist, raising her head towards the magnesium light, laughing sharply and gleefully, as if she had finally avenged herself:

"Li Dog started a war against the Rin Clan, destroyed my homeland, wiped out my country, killed my parents! I, a mere dancer, could never meet Li Dog in my lifetime, so I sacrifice his minions to the spirits of my parents in heaven! Fang’er is unfilial, Fang’er is unfilial!"

Her laughter was drowned by gunfire, and the dancer fell, blood spilling all over the floor.

The remaining dancers screamed, dragged rudely off the stage, leaving a scatter of pearls and jade.

The smile on the Madam’s face, however, did not fade, facing the angry soldiers, she remained unflustered, not even sparing a glance at the officer twitching in the pool of blood, her gaze steadily set on the corner.

"Alas, these little girls, they simply don’t understand, please don’t blame them, officers." She sighed, her voice calm without a ripple, as if talking about breaking a teacup. She paused for a moment, her gaze falling on a figure standing silently at the side of the stage, "You, come."

The blonde beauty being called slowly raised their head, stood up, and gazed calmly over the clamor towards the angry soldiers.

They slowly picked up a token.

At the sight of the token, there was silence below the hall, and after a moment, the soldiers holstered their guns, swallowed their pride, and dragged away the officer’s body, leaving the theater.

Only the disordered tables and chairs and the trembling wealthy merchants remained, shivering in the pool of blood.

"...It’s messed up." Wang Xingkong hurriedly emerged from behind the curtains, searching around the boudoir, "Once the soldiers leave, the performers will return to their rooms, we need to find a way out quickly."

"What is that token?" Su Ming’an inquired.

"That, I’m not sure, it looks like the token of the protagonist Hui Bai, that blonde beauty is probably with Hui Bai, the soldiers don’t want to provoke Hui Bai." Wang Xingkong rummaged through the boxes.

...Noel is with Hui Bai? A Russian nesting doll?

Su Ming’an opened a rosewood box, inside, besides gold and silver travel funds and cosmetics, there was a small hidden compartment. Expertly, he opened it and found a letter.

[—To the Righteous People Across the World].

The handwriting was graceful, yet every stroke was sharp.

Su Ming’an opened it and read.

[Now, with danger looming, we should be role models, taking the lead, unafraid of tyranny, and kill Li Dog...]

"This is..." he realized: "The room of the deceased dancer..."

As he read several letters, they were filled with hatred towards "Li Dog," stating her intention to assassinate an officer, leading to a private conflict among the minions...

"She planned to spark a conflict between the protagonists Atlanda and Bairan behind the pavilion. Unfortunately, Noel showed Hui Bai’s token, stopping the fight...a sacrifice in vain..." Su Ming’an folded the letters, holding them to the candle flame, they sizzled and burned.

The candle flame consumed the letters, including the last name on them—Chen Fang.

At the bottom of the wooden box was a yellowed photograph that Su Ming’an picked up. The young girl’s face wore minimal makeup, almost pale, in the chaotic light and shadow, it looked like a plain silk with no color. She wore flowing wide sleeves, exposing a pale yet sinewy wrist, with pupils that held a deep darkness like tempered iron.

Through the photograph, one could vaguely discern what kind of woman she was.

Su Ming’an suddenly realized that although this was "unofficial history," it was also based on actual history, everything was happening, and everything was real.

"Li Dog, real name Su Wenli, the World Master’s Heir, cruel and violent, committing all sorts of atrocities..." Through reading the letters, Su Ming’an learned this information.

The World Master Su Wenjun was freed, but the concept of "World Master" didn’t disappear; it was replaced by someone named "Su Wenli."

Like a never-ending legacy, as Su Wenjun ran towards freedom, someone else became shackled. According to the letters, Su Wenli was the heir of the previous World Master, aided by Bishop Hui Chi and World Master Hui Bei, secretly worshiping the Demon Mother Goddess, thus inciting war, intending to use innocent lives to sacrifice to the Mother Goddess, countless people wishing nothing more than to kill...

"Demon Mother Goddess." Su Ming’an caught onto the key point.

In this world where everyone worshiped the Radiant Mother God, Su Wenli instead worshiped the Demon Mother Goddess...that key was very likely in his possession, or at least related information. Otherwise, why would he dare oppose the world?

It seems, finding this Su Wenli is necessary.

Suddenly, footsteps approached, with no time to jump out the window, Su Ming’an grabbed Wang Xingkong and hid in the wardrobe nearby.

Through the slit of the wardrobe, a woman with hair pinned in a cloud bun and wearing a peony-embroidered long dress entered to tidy up Chen Fang’s belongings, slightly bending to notice the room’s disorder.

Before she could scream, Su Ming’an burst out of the wardrobe, a silver hairpin against her slender neck, "Silence."

Life and death hung in the balance, yet the woman remained composed, raising her hands, calmly stating, "I don’t care who you are, nor do I mind why you’re rummaging through Chen Fang’s belongings. Spare my life, and I will serve you in the future, or make me forget today’s events, and I will comply."