Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1665 - 8: Please Kill Me

The factions observing from below were varied. Lodili Royal Admiral Talia, Duke Vivian of the Tasya Empire, the Undead Bone Dragon Gangbunier, Dragon Descendant Leslie, a great merchant from the Yellow Sand Plain... countless renowned figures took seats in the square.

"Neither Pope Hui Chi nor Emperor’s Master Hui Bi have appeared, only leaving the sleeping heir to complete the ritual. Their power struggle is truly transparent." Lv Bote whispered while looking at the stage.

"Hui Chi attributes all the world’s sins to Su Wenli alone, using the world’s immense hatred to forge the Holy Sword... quite a scheme. Poor Su Wenli carrying such a burden as ’Li Dog’; when he wakes up, who knows what will change." Duke Vivian mused, his gaze scanning the surroundings.

"Wake up? I fear His Highness may never wake up, Hui Chi won’t give him the chance." Leslie shook her head.

"If the Holy Sword is completed, the Sword Holder will be the next World Master, with the authority to determine the world’s order... What do you think Hui Chi is planning?" asked the Elder Treant from the Preserving Forest.

"Isn’t it obvious? It’s definitely to seize the sword and kill. Kill Su Wenli, and Hui Chi becomes the World Master."

"Who would’ve thought such a noble clan as the Rin Clan would become mere tools in a power struggle; each of them was once seen as deities... now they’ve fallen to the mortal world."

"Alas... times have changed..."

"Today, it seems like the ’Nest’ mice have mingled in... it likely won’t end peacefully."

On the high platform, a black-haired young man lay asleep, silver-thread embroidery flowing with a cold radiance, looking less like a living person and more like a meticulously adorned statue.

The maids, expressionless, guided the sleeping heir to complete ancient rituals one by one.

A maid pierced his fingertip with a silver needle, squeezing out a drop of blood into the suspended Holy Grail. Another maid brought a jade plate filled with seeds, gently pressed his hand into it.

Another maid unfurled a scroll bearing ancient contract texts, as twelve high-level priests in gold-edged white robes encircled the platform, chanting lowly.

As the chant continued, the enormous array engraved on the plaza floor began to illuminate, its light converged on the central high platform.

Throughout the process, "Su Ming’an" remained asleep.

Below the platform, players mingled among the crowd.

Lü Shu and Lin Yin led the "Nest" vanguard, disguised as members of a small merchant group, scattered in the rear rows of the viewing seats. Lü Shu kept his eyes fixed on the high platform, while Lin Yin, concealed by her sleeve robe, used a micro-terminal to maintain contact.

"Zhao Yuan has infiltrated, she’s searching the database," Lin Yin said.

"Get ready to act." Lü Shu’s gaze never left the young man on the platform.

"Su Ming’an is always asleep, is it because his soul isn’t here?" Lin Yin said.

"He likely has two identities, the other is occupied right now," Lü Shu said, "It’s okay; we can handle things here."

In a more secluded corner, Fang Yuanyi of the Remote Control Army yawned. Qiuqiu, like a lazy cat, lay in the shadow of a distant pillar, while Xining twirled a keychain around his fingers, idly looking around.

Suddenly, the captain of the Sky Alliance, Ali with brown eyes, screamed:

"OH MY GOD!"

The people around immediately looked over, wondering what he was shouting about. However, soon, screams erupted one after another:

"My Maya!"

"Bro!"

"Oh my God!"

They discovered—the live broadcast’s camera somehow had focused on them, with the current bullet comments discussing this side in unison!

They knew the live broadcast rooms had merged, but the cameras had always focused on the World Tree side, where Cross Judgement and Wizard Alliance dominated the spotlight, leaving the Sky Alliance faintly unsatisfied—clearly both sides were crucial battlefields, but why was the other side more important? Surely this side resembled the First Battlefield more! The World Master, heirs, Holy Sword, demons, angels, Pope, Imperial Master... isn’t this more significant than the Rin Clan battle over there?

Thankfully, the camera’s now on them!

"Why suddenly switch over? Is the World Tree side finished?" The ostentatiously dressed traveling actress You Wen walked over, sporting perky, curled white hair and holding an exaggeratedly feathered and jeweled parasol, "I recall the bullet comments discussing the three Rin Clan members flying to the World Tree, Phoenix and Qianqin clashing intensely... surely they’re not done yet. So why has the camera suddenly shifted here?"

Ajima Kanko, a high school student holding a magic wand with a bird-shaped head, blinked a few times, then realized: "This might mean... that fighting is about to start on our side too."

Elsewhere, scattered players whispered among themselves.

Top-tier player Klish had a head of gray-white curls, deep blue turbid eyes, and coldly watched the platform: "The ’Nest’ must be nearby; our top priority is observation and self-preservation. Blind action may disrupt the ’Nest’ plans, getting oneself embroiled in unnecessary danger..."

Beside him was a red-haired woman with a cruel demeanor, tall, muscular: "You’re right; self-preservation is paramount."

Nearby was an old-young duo, middle-aged man in purple robes, his voice hoarse: "Astrology is cloudy, the threads of destiny entwine here. Bloodshed is inevitable..."

The child, no older than ten, Jonathan looked up at Barlow and asked: "Grandfather, do you mean he might wake up? What happens if he does?"

Before Barlow could respond, the nearby mercenary Nicholas, cold in demeanor, snorted: "Waking up just means becoming a target, utterly useless."

The alluring Daphne twirled her golden locks disdainfully: "Exactly, merely a power game of barbarians."

Opinions among players were varied. Some leaned towards opportunistic action, seeing if they could profit in the chaos; others favored cautious observation to avoid being used. Those present were top-tier players, each harboring their own pride.

The murmuring among the viewing audience grew increasingly loud, many eyes flashing with greed, fear, and excitement. The illusion of the Holy Sword began to flicker above the plaza’s center.

"Using the hatred of all beings and an innocent’s reputation as fuel to forge the Godslaying Sword... Pope, we Demon Descendants better understand what true evil is," Half-demon Elder Tara scoffed.

"The moment the Holy Sword is completed will be the greatest uncertainty..." The ghostly flames beneath the Undead Cloak flickered briefly, watching the platform.

Countless gazes converged on this moment, many wanting to seize the Holy Sword. Some aiming to become a "Godslaying Hero," others seeking to steal it for Radiant Mother God’s allegiance.

Everyone’s focus was tightly locked on the high platform. The ceremony neared its end; next would be the moment when the "World Master" touched the Holy Sword, allowing the sword to truly recognize its master.

The maids stepped back, two priests stepped forward, lifting Su Ming’an’s hand to slowly touch the Holy Sword.

The atmosphere seemed frozen.

Sounds reminiscent of numerous weapons being drawn could be faintly heard.

Lü Shu’s hand rested on his knife hilt, his posture slightly straightening.

...

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Inside the soft and crystalline World Tree, Xi Li slowly opened her eyes.

Just as the Black Robed Man revealed his true face, the temperature dropped rapidly. She quickly escaped, getting far away from Tian Yu’s icy battlefield, yet still found herself frozen unconscious within an inner chamber.

"Wake up, are you okay, Xi Li?"

Until someone gently patted her face.

She opened her eyes and saw a youth with bloodshot eyes and a somber expression, with ice-blue hues at the hair tips, ear pendants swaying, whose mere gaze would leave others entranced. His clothes were somewhat tattered, his chest was covered in ice crystals, dried blood stained his hem.

Xi Li was dazed for a moment, then smiled: "...Is it my turn?"

She could sense that Su Qi’s life force had vanished. For Su Ming’an to obtain the key, next would be killing her.

Su Ming’an quietly observed her for a few seconds, shaking off the ice crystals: "Seed, when did you become so harmless? Where’s that crazy, sickly intensity you used to threaten me with in the Demon Realm?"

Xi Li hesitated, surprised by Su Ming’an’s lively remark, incongruous with his somber demeanor. She helplessly shrugged: "That was due to my character setting, entering the world as a Seed, I must obey the local rules."

"So, is it now also following the rules, dying by my hand?" Su Ming’an said.

Xi Li sensed Su Ming’an’s emotional fluctuation, she halted her speech, pursed her lips.

Then she said, "I have been watching you... for a very long time."

"I know."

"Even before entering the Mortal World as a human, as a seed, I have always been watching you all, observing this game, especially you."

"I know."

"Many times, I wished I could be by your side, to hug you, share your pain, and listen to your stories. I wanted them to know you aren’t just a pawn of the Organizers, that you bear no malicious intent, and that you are worthy. Over 400 million times... over 400 million times, I’ve been watching, I could only watch."

"I know." Su Ming’an said, "So, do you now want to die by my hand, to ’pave the way’ for me?"

Xi Li wanted to nod because that was how she felt, but seeing the sorrow in Su Ming’an’s expression, she sensed his aversion to the words ’pave the way.’

It’s okay. She wanted to say.

—Because a seed has no color or shape, I merely transformed into a human form.

—I am nothing, and can become no one.

So, whether being bullied by the Princess, having my throat pointed at by the Phoenix, being treated as a consumable or a treasure box... she remained silent, never resisting.

A seed inherently has no voice; taking root and sprouting in human form is already a miracle. A seed has no love or hate, no desires or extravagant hopes.

A dagger was placed in Su Ming’an’s palm.

She slowly pressed the cold blade tip against her own heart.

Su Ming’an’s pupils narrowed.

"Please." The girl slowly raised her head, her lips forming words.

...

"Kill me."

...

[I heard countless gunshots piercing through hearts.]

...

Under the World Tree of Luowasha.

The battle between the Phoenix faction and Qianqin faction had reached a fever pitch.

As all sacrifices turned into calculable chips, people fought only for their own believed ’future.’

"Boom---!"

The Silver-armored Knight’s sword strikes grew increasingly heavy, cutting through the flames that the Phoenix sought to burn everything with.

The sea of fire was blazing, with thousands of fire meteors falling from the sky, resembling a hell of flames.

"Phoenix!!!" Qianqin’s voice came through the helmet, hoarse and sorrowful, "How many more must die to lift a lid?"

The proud Phoenix coldly replied to her—

"Even if it is so, it doesn’t matter. Even if everything becomes broken, it doesn’t matter. Let the absurdity lead to the end!!!"

"Come on, let’s see what the so-called Observer who dominates everything really looks like!"

...

[The sound of swords surged against my bloodline.]

...

On the ground, players moved everywhere like water poured into a pot of boiling oil.

"Team A, hold the left side! Team B, roam and slice! The Mage Team, cover with bombardment, don’t let the enemies gather for a charge!"

Wang Li’s shout tore a gap in the clamor, his burly figure like a reef, blocking the frontline, with a giant spear in hand sweeping across, smashing three advancing warriors of the Magma Clan in half.

He groaned, blood blooming on his back. In the nick of time, a Holy Light Barrier descended.

"Thanks, Ron!"

"Focus!" Ron’s face was pale as white pages flipped quickly in his Holy Scripture, each Beneficial Aura, Healing Skill, Shield landing accurately on his comrades.

"Aaaahh——!"

Wang Chaoze was already frenzied. Roaring, he wielded a great sword, employing his self-created ’Mad Dog Swordsmanship,’ plowing blood-soaked paths through enemy lines. A Half-demon Commander was cleaved in half by him and his sword together.

Assassin Liz’s figure flickered like a phantom at the edge of the battlefield, and cards flew from her hand, each embedding precisely in the gaps of enemy armor.

Her twin Guardians, Eve and Edith, one opened her left eye, the other her right, using Space Power to clear surrounding stray arrows and energy. Guardian Shanhu wielded an exaggeratedly large axe, standing guard by them, shredding any enemy attempting to approach with violent axe shadows.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Allen’s Western Sword was both graceful and deadly, pointing, stabbing, flipping, and skimming, each thrust precisely pierced through armor joints, akin to a waltz of death.

Andrew let out a furious roar, grabbing a flying mount barehanded and hurling it towards the Abyss Beast, disrupting its spellcasting.

"For the Points! For the contribution! To... survive!" He shouted loudly.

...

[Everyone is fighting for the predetermined ’Key,’ from life to death. Hua De fights to protect his subordinates, Wang Chaoze swings his sword to protect his allies, Ron casts spells for post-war peace... Qianqin fights for salvation in her heart, the Phoenix for the truth it seeks, Ming for Strength and ambition... the fierce High-class Race, the numb yet fearful refugees...]

[—In this web named Destiny, we’re all cats with unknown fates in the Cat Box.]

[Who can escape, who can lift the lid?]

...

The white-haired girl looked sorrowfully at Su Ming’an, holding the dagger in his hand:

"Your actions will ultimately threaten the World Game... and Xiao Na, she can possess me to enter the fray, I, this ’seed,’ is her last resort. If you don’t kill me, I’m afraid I’ll become your enemy."

"Kill me to get the [Key], eliminate the potential threat, as expected."

"I’ve been watching you for a very long time, you’ve always been this kind of person, willing to give up a lot, willing to sacrifice a lot for a higher success rate... You’ve already observed many people die, Holy Initiation, Sherrod, Nailuo, Fengchang, Noah, Sen, Yao Wen, Su Wensheng... Many times, even with a chance to save them, you chose to watch for the possible traps later. I understand you, at such moments, you wouldn’t hesitate more."

She gazed into his eyes:

"When did you start becoming soft? When did you begin to hesitate?"

"At the start of the Apocalypse instance, weren’t you seemingly cold-hearted? Did so many sacrifices and deaths make you reluctant instead of numb?"

"Or..."

She pressed her palm against his knuckles, eyes deeply reflecting his own:

"Have you... become [tired]?"