Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1623 - 75: The Supreme Holy Sun Mermaid and the Non-Sin Society’s People (8)

Chapter 1623: Chapter 75: The Supreme Holy Sun Mermaid and the Non-Sin Society’s People (8)

"You need to be restrained."

"You need to be innocent and happy."

"You need to be the pure little king."

"You need to be a bubbly jellyfish..."

"You need to wait to be saved, held, and loved."

Countless voices surged forth.

The little king stood in the midst of the adoring crowd, raising the scepter.

Su Ming’an was about to step forward when suddenly, he heard a "swoosh—" and a pair of butterfly wings grew from his back.

He was flying.

The noisy voices vanished, and the little king disappeared too. Su Ming’an flew amidst the dazzling, kaleidoscopic colors and saw a rabbit, Alice’s rabbit.

—It was Su Liujin with white hair and golden eyes.

Su Liujin held a pocket watch in his mouth, dressed in the little king’s red robe, running ahead.

Su Ming’an immediately gave chase.

Everything in the dreamscape was surreal and without logic. They chased and ran, and the background transformed from the candy house into a ticking golden pocket watch.

The two ran in opposite directions, Su Liujin running clockwise towards zero, Su Ming’an running counterclockwise towards six, and the distance could never be shortened.

Gilded teacups and flowers flew up as the "little king" ran to six, someone was speaking.

"Six o’clock, you need to wake up."

The "little king" ran to seven.

"Seven o’clock, you need to practice etiquette."

The "little king" ran to eight.

"Eight o’clock, you need to study politics."

Nine o’clock.

"Nine o’clock, you need to understand philosophy."

Ten o’clock.

"Ten o’clock, you need to practice speech and diplomacy."

Eleven o’clock.

"Eleven o’clock, you need to practice singing and ballroom dancing..."

Su Ming’an felt increasingly puzzled—the Su Liujin here was clearly carefree as the little king. Wasn’t the Hui Family supposed to manage everything for him? Why did he have such a strenuous schedule?

"Everything is to become a perfect World Master—because you were born this way." Countless voices rose.

"If you don’t want to be a World Master, you can only be a bubbly jellyfish..."

Suddenly, everything before him shattered, and Su Ming’an plunged into thick, golden honey syrup. As he sank through the sticky sugar, he suddenly felt a jolt in his spine.

He fell to the ground, greeted by the vast azure sky.

In front of him, the little king wearing a crown was pointing his scepter at a trembling young girl.

"Ah, you’ve arrived, Holy Envoy. You actually fell from the sky—a really cool entry." Su Liujin heard the voice, turned to look at him, "You’ve been gone for almost half a month."

Su Ming’an realized—this tenth story belonging to Su Liujin, the little king, was no more than a dream. There was no Hui Family handling everything, nor was there a carefree little king needing only to embrace joy.

It was just a dream, a dream woven by someone.

"Wake up, Su Liujin, this is a dream!" Su Ming’an immediately said, "I suspect your true self has been controlled and hidden somewhere outside—if you just reject the happiness before you and wake up, I can find you in the real world. Together we can break this absurd fan-made work of the Radiant Mother God."

"Dream?" The little king tilted his head, "Holy Envoy, during the half month you weren’t here, my siblings from the Hui Family helped me defeat several competitors. Look, this is a fallen servant, and I’m about to punish her. Victory is near, come and celebrate this victory with me."

"Punish?" Su Ming’an looked at the young girl.

He saw Su Liujin walk over, raise his scepter, and point at the young girl:

"We’ll punish you—"

The young girl closed her eyes in fear, trembling.

"Eat five small cakes!" the little king announced the punishment.

The young girl was stunned. The little king was so merciful, so adorable, so kind-hearted; he never dealt with blood and fire, his hands unstained, revered from atop his throne by many.

"Please." Bishop Hui Chi approached, leading the girl to eat the cakes.

At that moment, Su Ming’an was shocked—Hui Chi approached not in dignity, but as a squashed Hui Chi, seemingly flattened, like a chibi caricature.

"This is..." Su Ming’an realized something, "character flattening...?"

...It really was literally "flattening"!

As he noticed the dreamscape, everything around him became incongruous; some characters lacked "angles," moving like spheres; some lacked "character arcs," covered only in dark shadows; some shared identical faces, with only the words "handsome" and "beautiful," no distinct facial features.

Yet, for this absurdity, the little king saw it as normal.

"Holy Envoy, will you join me in winning this battle?" The little king’s beautiful golden eyes looked at him, "I’ve never won a real victory... always losing—to the Supreme Lord, to the Radiant Mother God, to you who didn’t choose me, to destiny, to experiments..."

Those golden eyes seemed to understand everything but refrained from speaking:

"...Will you win with me, just once?"

"Why are you so persistent?" Su Ming’an said. Is it really because the dream is too wonderful that you don’t want to wake up? Is Su Liujin the kind of person to avoid reality?

The little king reached out to him without saying a word, only smiling.

"Alright." Su Ming’an held Su Liujin’s hand.

In an instant, countless white tendrils erupted from his spine! He stopped at nothing, grabbed Su Liujin, and soared into the sky amidst the cheers of the people! Here in the dreamscape, he need not worry about being discovered.

His hair instantly turned white, his eyes shimmering with glorious golden light, and with a grasp, a splendid golden sword appeared in his hand.

"To that kingdom!" Su Liujin pointed in one direction, "Go! Holy Envoy! Let’s defeat them!"

Like an absurd farce, like a wondrous fairy tale.

The Cheshire Cat carried the White Rabbit, flying towards the enemy among countless cotton candy and chocolates, defeating them.

...

[He descended like a god upon this tranquil fairyland, holding my hand and soaring to the sky, telling me, oh little king, don’t be trapped here.]

[—How could I not know I was trapped here? Of course I knew.]

[They taught me to endure, accept, and wait on the spot, but he taught me how to grow wings.]

[They taught me how to become better, become great, become a saint, but only he taught me how to be a villain.]

...

The Lighthouse Master joined forces with the Jellyfish Emperor, speeding along the way, unstoppable under the divine power.

Alger, Atlanda, Tian Yu, Hui Zi, Shi Ying... each "master" in front of them was defeated in just one round.

The War God Dragon King is arriving, everyone move aside!

...

The blade fell, flames shattered, and the red-haired man knelt on one knee.

The Little King, wearing a crown, raised his blade and said arrogantly, "Treasure Appraisal King System? Hmm, interesting, your physical strength is the strongest I’ve seen, but ultimately it can’t compare to the combined swords of my friend and me."

"I didn’t expect a jellyfish to actually defeat me, damn..." Alger spat out a mouthful of blood, his red hair hanging down as he knelt to the ground.

...

The blue radiance dimmed, the hands of the clock frozen in space.

The Little King’s figure was like a lightning bolt, his scepter against the opponent’s Adam’s apple, smiling: "Your power of space-time is no match for my friend, that’s why you lost."

"Damn it..." Atlanda knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his long sword: "So that’s how it is... I’ve lost..."

...

The ice crystals crumbled with a roar, icy mist swirling everywhere, as the Little King curled his lips and walked up to the frost-cold girl, crossing his arms:

"Magic and Martial Dual Cultivation Check-in System? You are indeed strong, but we are stronger."

"Hmm, I will continue my cultivation, today I admit my defeat wholeheartedly." Tian Yu shook off the ice and snow, retracted his wings, and left.

...

The blade shattered with a clang.

Mizushima Kawa Sora’s long hair danced, white tendrils paused at her chest.

The Little King commented, "A Sword Daoist full of chivalry, practicing the Path of Emotionless, but unfortunately your emotions are unstable, wasting such good potential."

"Today, you have won." Mizushima Kawa Sora picked up the shattered sword, wiped the blood off her face, and turned away.

...

Countless golden koi leap, accompanied by the rippling golden light of merit.

Hui Zi intended to use the power of luck to seize victory, but she didn’t expect that her luck was useless in front of the Little King, and her merit’s golden light was completely absorbed, turning into a halo that landed on the Little King’s head.

The Little King laughed:

"So this is the Koi Carp Group Pet System? I almost fell into your trap, but unfortunately, my friend and I are favored by destiny, beloved by all things, and our fortune surpasses yours."

"Ha, okay! So, you are the true Child of Destiny, you are indeed fortunate to summon such a powerful Holy Envoy... hehe, if your Holy Envoy stood by my side, that would be great." Hui Zi gasped, unwillingly closing her eyes.

...

"Affection Strategy System? But why were you counter-strategized? Not a hint of fighting spirit." The Little King shook his head, looking at the red-haired girl who surrendered spinelessly.

"If I can’t provoke you, at least I can avoid you. Grandma always taught me to know when to advance and retreat." Shi Ying rolled her eyes, shrugged, "I give up, I give up, good luck, Seven-star and Six-star."

...

A white-haired girl, smiling while sitting in a wheelchair, looked up at the two of them.

"Farmer’s Spiritual Spring... a supportive ability, and you’re... immobile. Never mind." The Little King was about to say something but stopped, "Do you... need help? I can have someone craft a prosthetic for you, or offer living assistance if needed..."

"Just as everyone says, you are a kind and benevolent king." Xi Li smiled from her wheelchair, "I had no intention of participating in this war, you don’t need to worry about me, Little King."

...

"One, two, three... Holy Envoy! We’ve already defeated seven opponents, only the last one remains!" The Little King happily counted aloud.

White tendrils bloomed like flowers behind the two of them as they stood on the highest eaves of the Imperial Palace, gazing into the distance.

With Su Ming’an going all out, nothing stood in his way. Like a roaring chariot, he charged in the direction Su Liujin pointed, the tendrils unstoppable, divine power flowing like a river, nothing could resist.

The last enemy was the first they encountered, the elusive combination of Phoenix and Bairan. Exhausted, Su Liujin and the Little King returned to the Royal Palace for rest.

The sunset’s final molten gold spilled over, the peaks’ outlines softly blending in, as the sweet warmth of sunlight licked the firmament. The two stood on the roof of the Candy House, beneath their feet were half-melted sugar-glazed tiles, their warmth from the sun’s gentle baking.

Children licking ice cream chased across chocolate-paved streets, their clear laughter ringing out.

Su Liujin’s gaze wandered toward the peaceful streets and alleys, seemingly wanting to capture every wall built of sugar cubes, every jelly-paved path, and hide them deep within his eyes.

"Little King, do you know what’s going on outside?" Su Ming’an asked.

"I’d like to hear about it." Su Liujin smiled.

"I’ll tell you..." Su Ming’an began recounting the tragedies outside, where brave soldiers became mere sacrifices, theater dancers assassinated with resolve yet smeared with infamy, and people survived by trading parts of corpses...

Su Liujin listened in silence.

When Su Ming’an finished speaking, Su Liujin suddenly spoke.

"You know, here, as king, if one wishes to punish others, it can be done like this." Su Liujin raised a hand, making a gesture of shooting a gun, "Bang."

"Finger gun?"

"Yes. It doesn’t harm or cause pain, but anyone who sees me do this." Su Liujin demonstrated the gesture, "will know they were wrong."

"This is truly a... kind-hearted world." Su Ming’an marveled.

The responsibility of punishment wasn’t a cold gun barrel, but a warm hand mimicking a finger gun.

Su Liujin lifted his head, hands resting behind his head, gazing at the sunset, "If only using such a method could make wrongdoers aware, and let people receive the punishment they deserve... it would be great."

He muttered, "But it’s impossible, isn’t it? Without feeling pain, one won’t realize their mistakes. Humans are... creatures who only learn from punishment."

At this point, he suddenly chuckled, pulling out a small wooden bucket:

"I just arranged for Hui Chi to set this up, why don’t you draw one."

"A lottery?"

"Yes, today the Lighthouse Master has worked hard, I want you to try my exclusive ’Jelly Mood Lifting’ strategy!"

Thunk, thunk, thunk—the bamboo sticks clattered with solid and clear sound.

Su Ming’an already guessed what the strategy was, but when he drew the "high sign," he still smiled happily as Su Liujin expected.

"Great, it’s a high sign."

"It’s a high sign!" Su Liujin clapped his hands, "The Lighthouse Master today, tomorrow, and many days after will be happy and complete."

"I accept your kind words."

The battle with the Radiant Mother God and the Lord of Dreams was imminent... if it were truly like what Su Liujin said, that would be best.

But he knew the trick, it was simply all "high sign," a gimmick that Lü Shu and the others had played long ago on his birthday.

"Look over there." Su Liujin suddenly turned his head, tilting his chin toward the distance. The evening glow burned bright in his eyes; it was originally a bird gilded in gold and red by the sunset, now weaving unsteadily past the candy castle spire.

"That’s a sunfish." The Little King’s pupils reflected the flames.

"Sunfish?" Su Ming’an glanced over, realizing it was clearly a bird.