Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1672 - 15: The Deconstructor Puzzled by the Source

Chapter 1672: Chapter 15: The Deconstructor Puzzled by the Source

"——The Pope killed the Imperial Master!!!"

"The Pope, he... suddenly... attacked the Imperial Master... right between the Holy Seats!!!"

"Blood... so much blood... the Imperial Master...!!!" The attendant trembled all over.

Su Ming’an’s expression showed a momentary blankness.

This blankness appeared on the faces of many people.

What?

Pope Hui Chi and Imperial Master Hui Bi, the highest rulers and spiritual symbols in the world, jointly supporting the ambitions of the World Master’s Heir, one killed the other? Aren’t they allies?

Su Ming’an had imagined various developments, such as Hui Chi being someone like a "Holy Initiation," seemingly imprisoning himself, but in reality, would eventually hand over the Holy Sword. Or perhaps Hui Chi appeared to seize power, but was actually his "biological father"... He never expected Hui Chi would kill Hui Bi.

"Damn... the plot is going haywire?" a player murmured.

"This development... it’s not in the original at all! Wait, is there an original version?" another person retorted.

The predetermined development ran wild like a runaway horse.

Su Ming’an rushed towards the Holy Temple. The white feather of his crown flew backward in the sprint, the robe billowing behind him, the epic of clustered flowers came to an abrupt halt.

The Brave did not rush toward the lair where the evil dragon lay.

One evil dragon killed another evil dragon.

...

Holy Temple, back hall, Hui Chi’s room.

"...I see, it was the initial three Deities who created the Gods." Zhao Yuan closed the notebook, intending to find more big news.

Suddenly, her ears twitched.

"—Ah!" A surprised female voice came from behind.

Zhao Yuan’s figure flickered, recognizing it was a little maid carrying tea refreshments. As Zhao Yuan contemplated how to handle the situation, the maid suddenly realized, "Ah! You must be the guest His Majesty mentioned yesterday!"

Hui Chi often invited various guests to his room. Guests spanned across social classes, with topics discussed ranging from world philosophy to bread flavors, as if Hui Chi was gathering material.

Zhao Yuan’s hand swiftly moved behind her, and in three short seconds, a forged invitation letter formed at her fingertips. She smiled as she handed it over, her eyes flickering with confusion: "Yes, I am the guest."

She concocted an identity as a "reporter," and the maid, suspecting nothing, seated Zhao Yuan at the small round table in the center of the room.

——The tea was hot.

As the ceramic cup lid was lifted, Zhao Yuan noted the warmth of the tea. Had Hui Chi intended to meet a guest today, and she conveniently slipped in to be mistaken for one by the maid?

Seizing the rare opportunity, Zhao Yuan immediately inquired about "big news" from the maid.

The maid was not shy and spilled information like beans being poured out: "You want to interview me? There’s no news about me, I don’t understand anything about Deities or Heroes. Here, the wages are high and the treatment is good, I just work here."

"What do you usually do?" Zhao Yuan took out a small notebook to record.

"Wipe tables, move chairs, sweep the floor." The maid blinked and pointed a finger to her lips, "Well... reporter madam, maybe the outside reputation isn’t great, but please don’t write anything bad about the Pope. Here, we have clothes to wear, books to read, the Pope doesn’t treat us like slaves. When we grow old enough to work, we’re sent out to find jobs."

Zhao Yuan casually followed up: "I heard the square outside is so lively today, the palace seems quite quiet? Isn’t anyone curious?"

Such major events would attract everyone’s attention, especially close maidservants, who would certainly know some secret information.

But the maid tilted her head, bewildered: "What?"

"Huh?" Zhao Yuan froze.

"The square? Oh, you mean the World Master’s succession ceremony, right?" The young girl blinked, speaking in a casual tone as if discussing today’s pleasant weather, "That’s something for the big shots and knights, we still have work to do here. Aunt Martha gave orders early to prepare incense and candlesticks from the inventory."

"Why?" Zhao Yuan was puzzled.

"Why what?"

"The whole world is changing... aren’t you curious about what these items are for?"

The young girl scratched her head, awkwardly saying, "There’s not enough time for that, I just know if it’s not prepared, the wages will be docked."

She paused and quietly added, "Honestly, I think all this Deity, Holy Sword talk is too far removed from us. Being able to send money home to support my family, letting my younger siblings go to school, that’s enough for me. Whoever holds the Holy Sword, if the boss changes, I might lose my job, and that’s what worries me the most." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

What Cat Box, what Destiny, what script... she didn’t care.

Listening, Zhao Yuan was momentarily at a loss for words. Outside, the battlefield where gods and demons descended, flesh and blood flying, determining the world’s destiny, while within high walls, an ordinary maid’s concern was for accounts, incense, candlesticks, salary, and family schooling. Even now, the vast majority of people in Luowasha still lead their mundane lives, reading and working as usual.

The sun would rise as always.

To ordinary people, the ideals of "freedom" or "perfection" pursued by rulers are neither of interest nor a concern.

Zhao Yuan tried to guide further: "I’ve heard His Holiness the Pope and Imperial Master seem to be preparing something very special recently?"

The maid thought seriously: "Something special? Well... His Holiness the Pope seems quite busy lately, often conferring with the Imperial Master behind closed doors. But what exactly, how could we know? The Imperial Master is very kind; last time I dropped the pastries meant for the study, and he happened to walk by, didn’t blame me, even had the kitchen send another batch."

Throughout, she showed no curiosity or bewilderment at the tremors from the direction of the square. It was merely part of the "big shots’ lively ceremony."

"The only thing I’m afraid of is if Your Majesty and the Imperial Master are truly up to no good." The little girl clasped her hands, praying, "Then my resume will have a blemish, and I’ll never find work again... Also, I heard some rumors recently, saying Mother Goddess might be an Evil God trying to trap us all in cages... But I’m standing right here, I can run, I can jump, I can move and walk, when was I ever trapped in a cage..."

"Do you wish for the Radiant Mother God to be a benevolent deity?"

"She is a good deity!" The little girl nodded, her pigtails swaying, fully admiring and revering the Radiant Mother God.

Seeing the sparkle in the girl’s eyes, Zhao Yuan pressed his lips. This should not be evaluated as "stupid" or "blind faith," as she doesn’t care whether the belief is correct but worries that believing in the Evil God would be a lifelong stain, with no school accepting her afterward, no job for her.

For a moment, Zhao Yuan thought of a phrase, "honor killing." The maid’s innocent look made her imagine the tragic fate of this innocent girl upon learning Mother God is an Evil God...

"I’ve never seen the outcome for one who believes in an Evil God..." Zhao Yuan exhaled softly, "But I’ve visited many battlefields and know the fate of the defeated... Many of them never did wrong, just heroes defending their homeland, yet once defeated, they become prisoners lacking dignity, even used for all sorts of brutal entertainments..."

History is written by the victors, Overwhelming the east wind with the west. If belief in the Radiant Mother God is deemed correct today, believers are widespread across Luowasha.

— But what if the Righteous God became the Evil God, and the Evil God became the Righteous God?

"Many would commit suicide!" the little girl added, genuinely afraid since rumors are numerous and, in some way, true, "Mom said if that situation really occurs... she would take my siblings and flee to a land without faith, and I, probably unable to wash clean, would just headbutt to death."

She shook her head, touching her arm hard, trying to ease the fear.

— So she can only believe in the "correctness" of the Radiant Mother God.

— Believe in the "righteousness" of her own faith.

— Believe in the "legitimacy" of Hui Chi’s actions.

— Believe that the current world’s structure is complete and absolute order and "perfection."

Perfect.

For people like her, everything experienced at present is one hundred percent perfect. Their world is like a tiny, fragile glass bottle that would shatter with the slightest tremor.

The little maid is named Meimei, an ordinary name. Zhao Yuan cannot imagine, once the truth about the Radiant Mother God is uncovered, how the ascendant "nest" will treat these "Meimei"?

New banners require new blood, and a new world filled with flowers does not need the old ashes.

All along, every Player or Awakener attempting to break the game naturally stands from a perspective: They witness injustice, perceive conspiracies, resist manipulated destiny, and pursue "real" and "freedom." Their battle is to save this world, liberating it from the grasp of Evil "Controller."

— But for whom is the "real"? For whom is the "freedom"?

For Meimei and thousands like her in Luowasha, freedom is the timely paycheck at month’s end.

Under the current order, Meimei already possesses this freedom, finding a fitting place for her survival. This system, though built upon lies and manipulation, provides enough stability for survival.

Once "Radiant Mother God is an Evil God" is conclusively decided, Meimei’s faith becomes original sin, her resume stained untraceably. The new "Righteous God" requires authority demonstration, and the old believers become readymade sacrifices for the new banner.

"If most people are content to live in the ’perfect’ that’s been written out for them, then..." Zhao Yuan whispered silently, fingers gradually clenching, "forcibly opening the Cat Box robs them of their stability and safety needed for survival..."

Food, dignity, the expectation for tomorrow.

Cognition, destiny, restricted by narrative.

Which weighs heavier, a moral dilemma without resolution.

"— Miss Journalist, my apologies for being late. Let’s commence the interview we agreed upon."

Just then, a gentle voice sounded.

Emerging from the dense collection of books was a mane seemingly condensed with holy light, like wheat waves dyed by twilight, with long hair meticulously swept back, strands falling on a broad, full forehead, the perfect regality reminiscent of ancient murals’ solemnity.

Beneath long eyebrows, the eyes like settled ruby, holding gentle tolerance, he wore a subtle smile, similar to when listening to believers’ confessions and lowering his eyelids, lashes casting a benevolent shadow.

Zhao Yuan was very familiar with such expressions, countless major figures she has seen at the world’s peak possess these eyes—gentle to the point of compassion, calm to the point of coldness, which only those at power and knowledge peaks possess. They are adept at granting the weak greatest magnanimity, and the transgressor the cruelest judgment.

Meimei hurriedly gave salute: "Your Majesty has arrived. Miss Reporter, please take a seat, I must rush off to the warehouse!" She clutched the account book, sprinting off, quickly vanishing into the corridor’s depths.

Hui Chi approached, with pure white robe hem brushing against the floor, emitting a faint rustling sound. He stopped beside the small round tea table in the room’s center, a set of white porcelain tea ware issuing wispy steam.

—The tea is hot.

He had long foreseen that someone would come.

Foreseen... Zhao Yuan would come.

"No need for formalities, Miss Zhao Yuan. Have a seat. The tea is freshly brewed—newly delivered Morning Dew Silver Needles from the Eastern Territory," Hui Chi smiled and said.

Zhao Yuan adjusted her expression to appear natural, walking to the armchair and sitting, her body still tense under the leather vest. She snuck in, yet Hui Chi treated her as a guest.

"Your Majesty anticipated I would come?"

"An excellent Recorder is worth being known. You need not carry psychological burden, a foreseen visit is not breaking in, just arriving early," Hui Chi gracefully lifted the teapot, pouring each cup of tea. Pale green tea oscillated in a white porcelain cup.

Before Zhao Yuan could further inquire, Hui Chi raised his eyes: "Miss Zhao Yuan, you’re here for the ’big news,’ aren’t you?"

Zhao Yuan’s heart trembled, he even knows this?

"No need for surprise." Hui Chi seemed to see through her thoughts, "I’ve seen many guests arrive here with different purposes. Scholars seek knowledge, politicians seek power and counsel, artists seek inspiration, the bewildered seek answers... and Recorders seek reality."

He made an unexpected move, taking from the armchair’s side drawer a roughly one-foot-square, deep black, neither metal nor wood box, which he slid towards Zhao Yuan.

The Pope’s voice was clear and calm: "Here is every plan record and contract I’ve been involved in since becoming Pope, along with some letters and orders sufficient to serve as evidence of guilt."