Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1668 - 11: "Because You Have Already Done Those Things.

Chapter 1668: Chapter 11: "Because You Have Already Done Those Things.

Lu followed Yamada Machiichi’s gaze, looking up to the sky, where the outline of an eye was forming.

Huge, indifferent, non-human, it was the eye of the Radiant Mother God, currently closed.

When it opens, it will be the end.

"Scared? That eye does look a bit frightening," Lu said.

Yamada Machiichi snapped back to reality, forcing a smile. Today he was dressed in practical long sleeves and pants, the iron clasps holding his clothes tightly; he hadn’t worn Lolita fashion for quite a while now.

"A bit," Yamada Machiichi admitted, "But, thinking that if we lose, we might not even have time to be scared, makes it not so frightening, just a bit regrettable."

"Regrettable for what?"

"I haven’t ridden your aircraft carrier yet," Yamada Machiichi stated matter-of-factly, "You said that in the future, you’ll take us on a real aircraft carrier, have a party at sea, watch the sunset, eat piles of ice cream served on a boat."

"Aircraft carriers aren’t meant for rides," Lu chuckled, "But, if you just want to experience leaving the ground, feeling wide open views... once this is over, I can apply for permission to fly a device, take you guys on a coastal tour." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Really?" Yamada Machiichi’s eyes lit up, quickly sensing, "Sounds like a flag to me."

"Then let’s set it the opposite way."

"Fine. ’Lu will never take me on an aircraft carrier’," Yamada Machiichi held out his palm, fingers together, and vowed.

They gazed into the sky, as if everything became expansive, and some things were no longer out of reach.

Yamada Machiichi was silent for a few seconds, suddenly asking, "What about your wish? Have you ever thought about something else? A very ordinary wish?"

Lu thought a bit, together with him looking at the sky:

"Previously... as a child, I read some chaotic novels. They always wrote that when the protagonist by the sea felt extremely oppressed or wanted to escape everything, they’d dive into the sea. The icy water covered their heads, and the world instantly became silent, all sounds, light, troubles were isolated outside..."

"Spit, spit, spit!" Yamada Machiichi immediately spat three times like a cat with its tail stepped on, "Unlucky! What kind of a broken wish is that! Sinking what sea! We are going to float up, to fly vehicles to see the sea! To see the real, boundless, blue sea!"

Lu was stunned by his intense reaction, showing a helpless smile.

"Hm." He whispered in response, "See the sea."

The two leaned side by side against the cold steel bars, looking up at the sky occupied by non-human eyes. In the air was only the distant, vague roaring, and the subtle sound of breathing.

"...We’ll win, won’t we?" Yamada Machiichi suddenly asked softly.

Lu did not answer immediately. He continued to look at the sky. Several seconds passed before he finally spoke:

"Certainly."

Yamada Machiichi’s shoulders slightly slumped: "Su Ming’an chose to trace back... I know many people don’t understand, the forums are in an uproar. They feel he forcibly prolonged the progress of the World Game, obstructing their road home, saying he was hijacked by the ’Savior’ mentality, dragging down the majority for the sake of a few... If we spare no effort to cooperate with him to uncover the ’lid’... but ultimately fail, change nothing, dying so many... then what are we?"

He paused, his voice softer, confused:

"Saint or sinner?"

The question fell, only the sound of the wind remained around.

Lu was silent for a long time. So long that Yamada Machiichi thought he wouldn’t answer.

Then, Lu’s voice spoke:

"Failed means all died. Dead and it’s all gone. Those living might argue, might define us as a hero monument or a pillar of shame... but we’re already dead, can’t hear, can’t feel. Ashes to ashes, consciousness dissipates, returning to the void. By then, the title of saint or the curse as sinner, what does it matter?"

Yamada Machiichi was stunned, he turned to look at Lu. Lu’s side profile in the dim daylight appeared well-defined, eyes deep and calm like the vast ocean.

Suddenly, Yamada Machiichi laughed.

"You’re looking at the forest through one leaf."

"But."

He turned, gently smiling, "Saint or sinner, let the living fight it out..."

"Yamada, I want you to return to the normal timeline, use the poison point to draw ’their’ attention away, divert their gaze from Su Ming’an’s battlefield," Lu said.

This task of crafting poison points, after much thought, Yamada is still the most suitable. The person beside himself skilled in this area and trustworthy is only Yamada.

"Second Battlefield, got it." Yamada nodded, "Originally, I was going to return to the normal timeline, the main force is in the ’past’, if ’now’ has trouble it’s a disaster. Don’t worry, ninety-nine percent of players are in ’present’, we’ll do our best."

Neither of them said it, but they both knew. No matter which battlefield failed, they won’t have a chance to meet again.

But surely they will win.

"Speaking of, Lu, hard to imagine, someone as serious as you, actually has a small bear plush in your room, that’s way too cute."

"That was left to me by my mother."

"Your mom loves you, I’m so envious."

"Hm." Lu’s expression darkened for a moment, quickly smiling and looking up "Let’s go, time to depart."

...

[You’ve defeated the ’Rin Clan·Xi Li.’]

[’Key’ Collection Progress: 2/3.]

[You’ve gained Xi Li’s Rin Clan ability·’Copy’]

[Copy (Excluded Level): You can copy your specified ability or area.]

...

Inside the World Tree.

In the ice cave, Su Ming’an did not kill Xi Li, but defeated her. Earlier he discussed with Su Rin that defeating the Rin Clan could also gain the key.

He just remembered a scene, it seemed like a version of himself inheriting the World Game in another universe reincarnation... that version of himself looked somewhat similar to the cat-ear Organizers after the third instance ended...

In past reincarnations, did he leave any clues or groundwork?

Now, he has faintly touched these clues.

He is independent and unique, unable to cross universes and exist simultaneously. But that cat-ear Organizers, could it possibly be the leftover from accumulating enough cycles, remnants himself once left behind? Once buried countless times reincarnation power, transformed into his spear and shield now.

—Therefore, a similar ending of ’Su Ming’an inheriting the World Game, becoming the leading lighthouse in the universe’ should have occurred... Even though that should be a very small probability development, which suggests the total number of reincarnations should be a terrifying number...

This time he must seize the opportunity. This perhaps goes the furthest ever...

He looked at the two-thirds key in hand, only missing the last Rin Clan—World Master’s Heir Su Wenli.

Although he could switch bodies at any time, killing himself was useless; it had to be the current "Chen Yuhang" body that went over, to be defeated by "Su Wenli," allowing "Su Wenli" to become the final victor of the Rin Clan and obtain the key.

"Alright... then... let’s prepare for the transfer." Su Ming’an looked up, gazing at the exit of the World Tree—a swirling vortex glowing with a crystalline blue light.

——"Chen Yuhang" is to pass the key to "Su Wenli."

——"Su Wenli" is to pass the Holy Sword to "Chen Yuhang."

The "sinners" in the world’s spotlight would complete the "transfer" with an insignificant "ordinary person."

Xi Li had already walked in another direction. She had lost her Rin Clan identity; now hiding alone was the safest option for her.

Su Ming’an looked at the World Tree’s exit; his current state was the most dangerous, with no one around him. He had no idea where he would appear on the battlefield if he went out recklessly.

He called on the card Qi Zhou, letting Qi Zhou impersonate his appearance to draw fire.

As expected, Hakiqi looked displeased. He had just impersonated his most hated lazy bird, and now he had to pretend to be Su Ming’an.

"Don’t you guys have your own colored contact lenses?" Qi Zhou said irritably, "Can’t you do your own cosplay?"

"The capable should do more work; you run fast," Su Ming’an smoothed down his hair, "Teacher Qi, after this is over, I’ll allocate a large piece of land for you to raise cats."

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhou still went. The future power holder of the world offering him such benefits was truly enticing. He only had to take one cosplay assignment, and his life’s happiness would be secured, even though this cosplay assignment carried potential life-threatening risks...

Afterwards, Su Ming’an waited for a while, found a hidden branch of the leaves, and left the World Tree.

Upon landing, he immediately rolled into the grass, observing his surroundings; this was the edge of the battlefield, all barren, yellowish soil; the battle was in the inner circle, and the civilians who needed to flee had already fled.

Suddenly, a group of people approached, male and female, dressed differently.

Su Ming’an was about to retreat with caution when he realized he recognized these people.

"My good buddy! Finally seeing you again!!!" An incredibly enthusiastic bear hug suddenly came at him, a brown-haired boy with a headband rushed over almost knocking Su Ming’an down. The boy checked Su Ming’an’s condition with great familiarity, touching his clothes and worrying, "Hey? Why are your clothes all torn and tattered? Come, come, good buddy, let’s leave this dangerous place first."

——Wang Xingkong.

"Whew, at least I didn’t mess up, successfully received the person." Another familiar voice rang out. A white-haired figure with a nearly equal-height ancient sword on his back, arms crossed.

——Mo Yan.

"This must be Chen Yuhang, it seems you’ve suffered quite a bit; I can bandage you up on the way," another voice sounded, slightly magnetic. The speaker was a tall, sturdy red-haired man with deep facial features, and his eyes carried a wolf tribe’s unique green glow in the dim light.

——Veteran, Si Nian.

"Good thing nothing happened; let’s quickly move to a safe place." Lastly, there was a pair comprising a male with blue hair wearing glasses and carrying a priest’s staff, and a girl visibly younger, seeming school-aged.

——Xiao Xiao, Wang Zhenzhen.

Behind them stood two middle-aged women and a girl unfamiliar to him, seemingly local Luowasha residents, also part of this team.

"Here’s the deal, I’m telling you..." Wang Xingkong didn’t stop talking as he hugged Su Ming’an.

Under Wang Xingkong’s loud and constant chatter, Su Ming’an understood the situation—it was Lu Likalpos who ordered this team to come to meet him. During the chaotic fighting earlier, these people had been searching for "Chen Yuhang." As soon as he emerged, they quickly discovered him.

Lu was really thorough, knowing that Su Ming’an didn’t have time to contact other players, he sent a team to meet him.

This team had no famous players, focused on cover and concealment, as the aim was to smuggle "Chen Yuhang," the key holder to Su Wenli. If there were famous players, according to the narrative anchor point principle, the Radiant Mother God would easily detect them here. None of them knew that this "Chen Yuhang" was Su Ming’an, precisely to prevent them from exposing the truth.

"The situation is urgent; let’s go." Si Nian waved, "According to the latest intelligence, the World Master succession ceremony process is halfway through, the Holy Sword is about to form. You need to reach the vicinity of the ceremony safely, we’ll handle clearing obstacles along the path. Let’s head out."

Si Nian turned to walk away. Wang Xingkong pulled Su Ming’an by the shoulder, Mo Yan tightened his grip on the sword hilt, Xiao Xiao and Wang Zhenzhen walked to the sides of the team.

Su Ming’an took a deep breath and kept up with the team.

The final stage of performance—here he comes.

Things seemed temporarily settled here, he closed his eyes, transferring his consciousness to "Su Wenli’s" body...

The next moment, upon opening his eyes again, the team now had the real Chen Yuhang.

"...Whoa!" Chen Yuhang opened his eyes to find himself heavily protected, couldn’t help but curse. When Su Ming’an controlled his body, his consciousness was vague; what had they brought him here for?

Though unclear on the situation, seeing Wang Xingkong, Chen Yuhang let out a sigh of relief. With Brother Wang around, it wasn’t scary.

He subtly felt that he had been caught up in an enormous vortex far more thrilling than his previously dull high school life!

Suddenly, he felt his pocket bulging, and upon taking it out, he found a note with delicate, strong handwriting:

...

[Chen Yuhang, I am Su Ming’an.]

[From now on, to prevent attracting narrative anchor points, I’ll minimize switching my consciousness over; please keep my existence hidden.]

[Next, your body might receive the Holy Sword, slay God; this could involve life-threatening risk, and you might lose your companions. If you feel the responsibility is heavy and can’t bear it, you can leave the battlefield after delivering the key and return to safety. I’ll find another way to wield the Holy Sword.]

[You don’t need to be a hero; life will still be exciting.]

[There’s no need to feel guilty for retreating, nor to fear mediocrity; this is your choice.]

[Burn after reading.]

...

Chen Yuhang’s eyes were completely filled with the words "receive the Holy Sword, slay God," paying no mind to Su Ming’an’s subsequent sentences. His heart pounded fiercely; his blood boiled hot!

Oh my gosh! So cool!

Isn’t this the life Wadasi wants?

Must move forward, definitely move forward, Chen Yuhang wouldn’t shrink back at times like this!

Hero, don’t leave me behind, I’m willing! I am willing to slay God! I don’t want to go back to being a high school student!

Chen Yuhang quietly moved to the front of the team, borrowing fire from the big brother Si Nian.

Si Nian raised his eyebrows, his weathered beard slightly moving: "Kid, you’re too young to be smoking; head back."

"Bro, I’m burning something," Chen Yuhang said with a grin.

A lighter was tossed over, Chen Yuhang lit the note and watched it turn to ashes, his heart leaping like a rabbit.

——Brother Wang! No need for regrets, we can be protagonists on the stage too!

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