Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 180 - 178: "Immortal Plank Plank

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The daylight gradually dimmed.

At night, when Su Ming’an awoke, some proposed a celebration banquet for him, and others wanted to bring their families to visit him, but he declined them all.

He didn’t have time to accept these expressions of gratitude, for greater dangers lurked ahead.

The survival rate was slowly increasing, and by evening, it had soared to 82%. But he hardly dared to trust this number—it could spike suddenly due to certain events and just as mysteriously drop to the lowest point.

Su Ming’an declined these invitations and immediately headed to the town’s tallest building, surveying the north and south gates at the town’s entrance.

He didn’t know from which direction Anna would come; he had to intercept her before she began her slaughter.

This loop was much better than the last; he had mastered a perfect array. Thus, even if Holy Initiation discovered him, he had some bargaining power.

Crucially, he had to make Holy Initiation understand that his "value" alive was greater than the value of making that trade.

Shadow had already made contact with the Revolutionary Army by pretending to be an old acquaintance of Qin Wang, as Shadow also possessed a lot of information about the mission and Qin Wang’s identity, gaining Dan Shuang’s trust wasn’t difficult.

Dan Shuang seemed to want to find him, but, at Shadow’s advising, the Revolutionary Army ultimately proceeded with the original plan, preparing for the final assault on the tenth day.

The second Surveillance Eye Su Ming’an had placed in the Regular Army’s square had also reached its time and self-destructed, and he could no longer contact Feya either.

For now, everything had to rely solely on himself.

He stood atop the tallest tower for a long time.

He saw elderly people coming out from their houses below, skillfully sweeping the thick snow at their doorsteps. Precocious children shouldered their backpacks and stepped toward the forest, holding their blunted scythes.

He even saw bodies wrapped in white cloth being carried out. Even though they had awakened abilities, there were still those who couldn’t be saved from the brink of life and death. The people’s expressions were solemn and somber, with women covering their faces in tears and children ceasing their laughter.

But life would continue, with cookfire smoke rising in the distance, struggling against the cold air, like countless souls refusing to yield to the snowstorm.

He silently observed the lives of the people in Otherworld, enduring the cold wind until evening.

As the snowstorm brewed and the cold winds began to assert themselves, he successfully spotted a purple figure emerging from the north gate of the town.

He immediately used spatial displacement, moving from a high point to the ground, then burst forth with all his speed toward the gate. Since the houses near the town gate were quite dangerous, fearing detection by passing demon beasts, there were hardly any residents there.

Anna, her cloak stopping suddenly, seemed to have seen Su Ming’an rushing towards her, her tone full of surprise, "— Teacher!"

Her voice was crisp and bright, mixed with the extreme joy of a long journey undertaken to see her beloved.

[HP-1280! (Fatal injury!)]

The next moment, the Sword of Yarman directly severed her head.

Blood splattered on the snow, and Anna’s body fell to the ground like a fallen leaf.

The smile of their meeting still lingered on her face at death, her eyes clear and bright, not yet marred by any impurity.

Su Ming’an picked up the fallen Prophetic Gemstone. This thing was too valuable—using it on the Surveillance Eye skill, awakening some kind of prophetic ability, would help him avoid many troubles.

He dragged Anna’s body into a nearby empty house, covered the new snow over the old snow to hide the red traces of blood. Soon, under the increasingly heavy snowstorm, everything looked as though nothing had happened.

It was as if Anna had never existed at all.

Su Ming’an waited where he was, waiting to see if Holy Initiation would come.

If he really came, he would’ve wanted to confront this guy in the snow and have a serious talk with this continental leader about what the "future" of this continent could be.

But soon, the snowstorm grew fiercer, gradually turning into a blizzard. The sky darkened, a cloak of ink spreading over the land.

Mixed with the snow, the polar night made it difficult to see anything.

He searched the nearby area and indeed found a very hidden basement. According to Qingqing, she had discovered it secretly and hadn’t told anyone; it might be an abandoned basement, very concealed.

He entered the basement, avoiding the snowstorm, and nestled into a corner, covering himself with some barely sufficient dry hay.

[Ming’an is really decisive...]

[How did he suddenly start killing people? I thought he was waiting that long for a lover, but was that it?]

[Honestly, I apologize for previously thinking the Number One Player’s mission was easy. I came from another live broadcast, the role assigned to the Number One Player was frankly **** (automatically disappeared)]

[Right, I saw other parallel instance’s Qin Wang, they basically *****]

[Indeed, a huge pit, organizers I curse your Immortal Method!]

[It really seems no other player was assigned the Qin Wang role, has anyone seen it? If so, dd me.]

[There are already many major forum figures who have started analytical threads, analyzing the situation of this world... originally thought it was the Underworld, but it seems not quite typical now.]

[Apocalypse, Ming Hui, these two are the Underworld’s hidden dragons and crouching tigers.]

[Please don’t misuse memes in the cultural desert.]

[...]

Waiting was difficult, and so was enduring the feeling of weakness in his body, but watching the viewers’ nonsensical babble surprisingly became a decent way to stay alert.

Though these viewers entertained themselves to death, sometimes inappropriately using memes in inexplicable places, this group indeed always reminded him—he was in a game, and many people were watching him.

Sometimes, when immersed in the suppressed emotions of the instance, viewing these joyful comments could help shift his mood, like a seasoning. Though they weren’t nutritious, they prevented his emotions from staying tense continuously.

Sometimes, the viewers also talked about things related to the Main God Space.

These people thought he never watched the comments; thus, they were good at entertaining themselves, proficiently turning the live broadcast into a world channel chatroom, or a kind of real-time forum, discussing various hot topics, letting him know what those non-participating humans were up to even while he was in the replica world.

And while he was enduring the cold and watching the comments, he heard a system notification ringing by his ear:

[Hidden Line·Bright Future·Perfect Completion Progress: 80%]

... What was that about.

He quickly got up, lifted the hay, and went up to check outside.

Besides the swirling snow, there was nothing; no one had come.

He glanced at the system time; it was the evening of the ninth day, with one more hour until the tenth day arrived.

Even though nothing had happened, the perfect progress had increased on its own.

Without any clue, he returned to the basement and covered himself with the hay again.

The comments had become like a peculiar television set, a form of entertainment at that moment.

Realizing that he seemed to be watching the comments, the people instantly erupted like fireworks. But the originally meaningful stuff was gone, leaving only the un-nutritious various confessions.

He shifted his gaze away, slightly squinted his eyes, and felt another wave of sleepiness hit him.

This cold drowsiness... he wasn’t unfamiliar with it, remembering how during high school, he’d get through every air-conditioner-less winter math class enveloped by this very lethargy.

That feeling of wanting to sleep but being unable to was painfully unbearable.

And now, inside a world replica, he was experiencing a similar agony.

He stared at the ground in front of him, his thoughts drifting far away, again recalling the days before high school. Slowly, gradually, the ground he was staring at began to blur, then his eyelids grew heavy, and he gently closed them for a moment.

...

[Perfect Completion Progress: 90%]

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A cool breeze slipped through the cracks of the boards, and Su Ming’an opened his eyes.

The daylight slowly leaked in, the surroundings bathed in a halo of firefly-like light points. He shook off the dry hay from his body, stood up, and checked the time.

The tenth day at noon.

"..."

He had slept a bit too long.

The perfect completion progress had inexplicably risen to 90%, while the survival rate was at 95%.

It seemed that staying away from the Regular Army Square in the perfect completion route was very effective.

Just by hiding in the basement undisturbed for one day, the data became very satisfying.

He took this opportunity to fuse the Prophetic Gemstone and the Surveillance Eye, and he obtained a new skill description:

[(Purple Grade) Surveillance Eye (Evolvable): You can implant a Surveillance Eye at any location, providing you with a continuous 50m*50m field of vision for three days (surveillance cannot go through obstacles). Once implanted, the Surveillance Eye automatically becomes invisible, undetectable by non-same-grade reconnaissance skills. Limited to three uses per instance.

Since it has fused with the rare prop (Prophetic Gemstone), the Surveillance Eye comes with a (foretelling) effect, allowing for early opportunity (blue) / danger (red) cues.]

...

Su Ming’an set down the last eye on the spot.

Like placing a ward in a game, a gem emanating purple light appeared on the ground, from which a long stick extended, "hissed" as it struck the ground, and then the entire eye gradually vanished from sight.

But Su Ming’an could freely adjust his view. Inside this eye, he also saw himself looking at it.

At the same time, he saw a different glow gradually emerging above the eye than before.

A red radiance, arrow-shaped, firmly pointing south.

Red, signifying danger.

Judging by the intensity of this glow, it seemed like a major crisis.

... South.

He remembered he was currently at the town’s entrance, at the northern gate.

That direction south, could it mean...?

Suddenly, he realized that it seemed eerily quiet outside during the day.

He went above ground, looked towards the interior of the town, and indeed, there was no one in sight, not even new tire tracks. Thin, light snow drifted in the sky, quietly eerie.

He pushed open the door and walked towards the town, the single-story houses on both sides were silent, without even the occasional coughing sound, no smoke from the chimneys, and the sound of stepping on the snow was only his own. freewebnøvel_com

But soon, he saw a group of patrolling soldiers. They wore iron masks and were fully armed, obviously not supposed to be in the town,

They seemed to be searching for someone, handling doors and windows roughly, throwing various objects out.

Su Ming’an quickly pressed himself against the wall and stealthily headed for the outskirts of the town.

But soon, he also noticed that soldiers encircled the town, not many in number, but formed a line that completely sealed off the town.

... Had they come looking for him?

He touched the wall, then bit by bit moved towards the square.

Then gradually, he saw many people.

The townfolk were all in the square, surrounded there.

Soldiers clad in heavy armor concealed their faces beneath helmets like a group of silent dead warriors.

They had intimidating physiques, like miniature giants, encircling the thin and frail townfolk in the middle of the square, spears at the ready, formed into a circle, pointed at them.

And on a nearby embankment, lay a few bodies—including young adults, the elderly, and even an infant. They all bore a clean hole, clearly speared through with a spear; blood pooled on the ground, dyeing the snowy ground thoroughly red.

... The townfolk had clearly resisted. Recently awakened, they were extremely proud, thinking they had a chance to change their destinies, to fight against real power wielders... but clearly, time was too short, and the outcome was unsatisfactory.

The bodies, pierced by the spear with grievous death expressions, were clearly the result of these ironclad men killing the chickens to warn the monkeys.

Blood erupted on the ground like fireworks.

The hundred or so townfolk surrounded in the middle trembled, women hugged children, elders covered their faces and sighed, young adults glared at these ironclad men, yet no one dared to step forward.

Next to the ironclad, stood a slightly taller figure, akin to a minor leader; his face was not covered by a helmet, and even had a large red feather plugged on top.

He casually leaned against a spear, yawning.

A soldier walked into the enclosed circle, and the surrounded townfolk immediately squeezed backwards like boiled dumplings, emitting a wave of panicked cries.

The soldier reached out his hand, catching fish, and carelessly pulled out a person, pulling out a young man.

But this young man showed no semblance of manliness, trembling like a sieve when pulled out, only focusing on begging for mercy.

"Sir, sir, spare me, I really don’t know where the person you’re looking for is. He was still in the square yesterday afternoon, but he disappeared this morning..." The burly young man, like a fish on a chopping board in the soldier’s grasp, struggled in vain, only focusing on pleading.

"Don’t know? Don’t know, alright,"

The soldier smirked, the long spear in his hand slowly raised, aiming at his chest:

"Still the old rule, every half hour, kill one—keep killing all of you until perhaps that person comes out, eh?"

"Sir, spare me! I truly don’t know, I even missed yesterday afternoon’s awakening ceremony... Ah!"

A blood hole appeared on his chest, and blood spurted out.

His scream was piercing and brief, its tail end quickly dispersing into the wind.

Life under the soldier’s spear seemed fragile as paper.

Su Ming’an’s footsteps halted.

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