Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1625 - 77: The Supreme Sun Mermaid and the People of the Not Guilty Society (10)

Chapter 1625: Chapter 77: The Supreme Sun Mermaid and the People of the Not Guilty Society (10)

September 22, 2021.

Inside the Ark, the central command hall, politicians, scientists, military... all staring tensely at the screen displaying the Colorful Planet.

"First attempt at fusion!" The speaker was a man with shoulder-length blue hair, named Ludwig.

Whew—

The Ark moved closer to the Colorful Planet.

Below the command platform, two men watched the star map.

"I say, if we succeed the first time, we won’t have to wander anymore." Blake, a tall man with golden hair, cigarette between his lips, said with a bitter smile: "...We can’t hold on much longer, those tears, resentments, opposition... Years ago, we led the World Game into a billion reincarnations, yet these million people despise us for taking them away from their homes..."

Rock, wearing a detective hat, silently stared at the increasingly close Colorful Planet, murmuring: "People often remember those radiant things, if humanity triumphs, the history recorded will surely be: heroes won their homeland, a million people courageously ventured into the unknown universe, creating opportunity for the remaining billion, those million are the great pioneers. However, what history fails to consider is... the individuals involved might not want to be so ’great’, they just wanted to stay in the World Game, rather than risking everything to venture into the vast universe, they simply had no choice."

Antetolia led Su Ming’an to this command hall, looking at the massive screen.

Years ago, the top ten players took a million people to flee into the universe, traveling in Hui Bai’s small world "Luowasha" to search for new opportunities, discovering the Colorful Planet called "Mirror of Creation", succeeding in fusion, transforming into "Luowasha·Mirror of Creation"—what Su Ming’an sees now is this segment of history.

"Unexpectedly, my small world is like a dazzling glass bead, while this small world is like an Ark." Su Ming’an looked around.

He realized a truth—his small world has undergone sufficient growth, superior resources, great potential, and a suitable environment, while Hui Bai and the others rushed into the universe with insufficient resources, even struggling despite bringing a million people. Therefore, it couldn’t transform into a complete planet, but for maximum efficiency, became a militarized Ark, with everyone occupying a very small personal space, food rationed by amount, movement strictly controlled, and even graded into permissions ABCD...

Compared to the freedom of the small world, this is an extremely severe world, built upon a backdrop of helplessness.

As he walks, Su Ming’an seldom sees smiles on people’s faces.

"...The Ark is divided into a hundred floors, we all live on the topmost one." Antetolia murmured, "Wandering the universe for so long, the dissatisfaction from those below has accumulated... Yes, they only receive one tasteless nutrition supplement a day, how can we expect them to be happy."

Su Ming’an’s current identity is the clone Su Qing of Su Ming’an from the first World Game, Su Ming’an himself did not choose to board this Ark, but sent the clone Su Qing aboard. Su Qing and Hui Bai and others collectively form the twelve seats of the Ark, possessing the highest level of authority.

"Fusion!"

"Frequency adjusting..."

"Boundary penetrating!"

Unexpectedly, the first attempt at fusion proceeded smoothly, and people erupted into cheers.

"Let’s go, the next stage is a long fusion, lasting at least several months." Antetolia smiled.

"Hmm..." Su Ming’an turned around. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

As he walked out the door, he felt someone brush past him, as if driven by a Sixth Sense, he immediately turned his head, seeing a youth with long blue hair, bright silver eyes, delicate features, as beautiful as a woman, possessing an ambiguous beauty, the whole person resembling a fragile glass.

Su Ming’an quickly reacted, covering his forehead as if in pain.

"What’s wrong?" Antetolia asked nervously.

"I slept too long, my head hurts... Is it due to previous injuries? I feel like I’ve forgotten a lot..." Su Ming’an murmured. The reason was of course a fabrication; after all, Su Qing had been through many trials, likely suffering numerous injuries, so any excuse seemed reasonable.

"You certainly have been injured before." Antetolia did not doubt him, "Go back and rest, sleep some more."

"Who is that?" Su Ming’an pointed at the distant glass-like blue-haired youth.

"Ah, it’s him, a member of the exterior team, he should be exploring the Colorful Planet within three days." Antetolia said, "Top player Kasadia."

...Kasadia!

Su Ming’an’s pupils suddenly trembled—this was the one who betrayed humanity, leading a peaceful world to transform into a terrifying dystopian world of multiple races. Kasadia became a god by doing so, but it reduced humanity to the lowest rung of the food chain, bullied by countless Dragon Clan, demons, angels, and other races. If not for Kasadia, Luowasha would not be as perilous as it is now, but a normal, peaceful modern world.

Unfortunately, this is only a dream, history cannot be altered now.

Antetolia took Su Ming’an’s hand: "You’ve just awakened, what do you want to do next? Join Ludwig in star fusion, participate in Edith’s experiment, or go investigate the lower levels with me?"

She tapped her hand, suddenly smiling: "Look at me, I forgot you just woke up. You should go back and rest, have a good dream. Due to the experiment, Edith and Hui Bai have substantial conflicts, I can’t involve you."

Her smile was healing and warm, different from Noel, without sharpness or edges, soft and not dazzling, more like warm cotton than the sun.

"I’ll go back and rest first." Su Ming’an needed free time.

"Alright. Take your time, I hope your dreams are warm and tranquil every night." The golden-haired girl gracefully turned and left.

Su Ming’an returned to his room, opened the Light Brain and entered the forum module, only to see peace, surely the internet is strictly controlled. He found a helmet from under the bed, focusing to see an old acquaintance—the Dream Patrol Helmet. Checking a few discs, they also turned out to be old acquaintances—"Louyue Nation," "Girl’s Growth Plan," "Witch’s Epic"...

"So this is how it is, personal space is cramped, real life is extremely oppressive, people’s only entertainment is holographic games." Su Ming’an pondered.

He worried that immersing too long in the dream would lead to upheaval outside, suddenly, he raised his head, looking at the mirror, noticing an anomaly.

Gradually, a line of text appeared on the mirror: [*&@（）*!&#!]

Someone outside was secretly communicating!

Su Ming’an immediately reached out, drawing on the mirror: [You’re writing in Martian script, let’s speak Chinese].

The mirror paused for a moment, then displayed: [Su Ming’an, I am Su Rin.]

Indeed, only Su Rin, who possesses Soul Authority, could communicate through dreams.

Through Martian exchanges, Su Ming’an learned that the time flow between the dream and outside world was inconsistent, he could allocate plenty of time to pull Su Liujin out. Su Rin was responsible for finding the Rin Clan brother, Lü Shu and others were aiding Shi Ying to win the protagonist championship, nothing to worry about.

"...Truly reliable." Friends.

Su Ming’an’s lips curved into a smile, fingers sliding: [Thank you].

A line appeared: [It’s for myself].

Quickly, another line appeared: [Xiao Xin, Mother Goddess possibly at Qoi Vision Mud. Report surrounding five people, then contact again.]

[Are you saying the Mother Goddess might be monitoring this dream?]

[Incorrect, the Nutrient Supplement was discovered by Her, it’s too conspicuous. This layer of dream is rather shallow, try not to use Divine Power. I will cover for you.]

[Alright.]

...

He couldn’t use Divine Power, but it was never said that he couldn’t use his own technology. Su Ming’an immediately implemented Three Domains technology, hacking into Ark’s internet.

He searched for Su Liujin’s location—logically speaking, how could a Lighthouse Jellyfish born in Luowasha appear on the Ark? It’s puzzling.

"99th floor, room number 8329..." Su Ming’an pinpointed several suspicious rooms.

He swiped his card to leave, his highest level of authority granting him unimpeded access, reaching his target quickly.

—What met his eyes was a vast laboratory,

Su Ming’an stood at the entrance of the laboratory and found himself unable to breathe for a moment.

Before him wasn’t the pristine research facility he imagined, but an expansive space as vast as the Star Sea. Countless gigantic transparent culture tanks stood like towering ancient trees, extending upwards into the gentle light of the dome. Each tank suspended a white-haired boy or girl, curled up as if still unborn deities, floating in pale blue nutrient liquid.

Thousands upon thousands of red hoses connected from the top of the tanks to the back of their necks. Knowledge, emotional simulation, upright character... vast amounts of information continually injected into their sleeping brains.

Hundreds of research staff in white coats walked on the metal corridor bridge, their faces obscured by the cold light:

"Number 7341, neural connection failed, cognitive module collapsed, executing discard procedure."

"Number 8902, physical rejection reaction reached critical, preparing to recover useful tissues."

"Number 1001, vital signs stable, knowledge infusion completed. Preparing for the next stage of will refinement."

Su Ming’an held his breath, he saw a boy in a culture tank suddenly convulsing violently, silver white hair wildly flailing in the liquid. Subsequently, a mechanical arm extended from below the tank, accurately retrieving the boy. His body shrank and deteriorated at an alarming rate, eventually reverting back into a mass of bloody embryonic tissue, pulsating and struggling, cast casually by the researchers into a recycling channel labeled "biological waste."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the laboratory, there were several successful cases—several white-haired boys with vacant eyes and flawless bodies were cautiously extracted by mechanical arms, placed into higher level storage chambers filled with golden liquid, like art pieces preserved for an unknown future.

Flesh as material, knowledge as fire, will as anvil—they were truly attempting to forge deities.

Su Ming’an gritted his teeth, realizing he had seen a truth he had never encountered before.

His heart beat heavily as he followed a subtle sense, step by step heading towards the very center of this "Artificial God Country."

The researchers on both sides saw the golden glow of S-level authority on his chest, and moved aside without blocking his path.

—Standing there was the largest culture tank, grander than all others, like a great pillar supporting the heavens and earth. Inside the tank, a boy with equally white hair as snow, quietly floated, face serene as if immersed in an incredibly beautiful dream.

It was Su Liujin. It was the Great Emperor.

Despite this white-haired boy’s identical appearance to other boys, Su Ming’an felt this was the Su Liujin he was familiar with.

Su Ming’an pressed against the cold glass tank wall, his fingertips felt an icy sting. He stared at the form within, unaware of the cruelty around him, mouth still holding a hint of a smile, past dreamscapes of grand adventures surged upon his heart like tides—

...

The towering Royal City was originally his imprisoning laboratory;

The scepter shining in the Little King’s hand was actually an electroshock baton for punishment;

The bloody "Holy Grail" battles were actually cold mechanical man training;

The arrogantly lively enemies were actually multiple silent mechanical arms and bullets;

The candy that healed injuries was actually an injector maintaining bodily life;

The Holy Fruit casually conjured by the Little King that granted strength was actually his drawn blood...

The so-called "Finger Gun," "top sign," "Sunfish," were nothing more than fantasies formed by externally infused knowledge and images...

All the splendor and sweetness were merely thin veils over the brutal truths, a carefully woven, to soothe suffering souls... beautiful dream.

...

Indescribable sorrow seized Su Ming’an, his voice was light as a sigh, trembling, muttering softly:

"So... you don’t want to wake up?"

"You know that waking up doesn’t lead to truth and freedom, but rather more terrifying, more profound entrapment. Even an unavoidable pain, day after day being cut open, having blood drawn, perhaps even discarded, transforming into an amorphous embryonic fear..."

"Do they want you to become the future World Master? Or a perfect AI? Or flesh used for god-making? So you said: ’Everyone hopes I become beautiful, great, a Saint, only you teach me how to be a villain.’"

"Your birthplace wasn’t Luowasha but rather on the Ark... you were later released into the sea by humans... something happened, and you became the Su Liujin I remember."

"When you held me and fell, were you thinking that since someone came to take you away, you could walk towards freedom and happiness?"

"Great Emperor."

In a trance, the boy in the tank seemed to smile even more, a pure and brilliant smile that pierced the hard glass, crossing the boundary between reality and illusion, vividly etched in Su Ming’an’s eyes.

A joyful and familiar voice, as if traversing thousands of dreamscapes, directly echoed in his heart:

...

"Ah yes, my friend! These people are all my ministers! Look at them, aren’t they all striving for me, lifting me up high?"

"I am their ’Little King,’ they all love me! No need to mourn me, no need to worry for me, my friend!"

...