Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 830 - 828: "I toast to you.

After hearing all this, Su Ming’an chose to revert.

After reverting, he returned to the control center again and asked the Dawn System the exact same question, and received the exact same answer.

However, this time he did not turn off the live broadcast; every word of Dawn fell into the ears of billions of viewers.

He didn’t plan on letting the live broadcast avoid this information, whether it’s "wish conflict" or "World Origin" — this information should belong to all of humanity. Only when humans understand the importance of a Perfect Pass can they truly recognize the status of players at the top of the list.

[All Full Perfect Clear players can fulfill one wish] is the information sent out by Player Blair Dion, risking his life. More and more people will know this information, and it simply cannot be concealed, so it’s better to openly inform all of humanity—human sovereignty, the continuation of human civilization—all depend on this wish.

If no one can have the power to make a wish, or if there is a wish conflict, humanity will face extinction.

Su Ming’an longs for more companions.

As of the end of the Eighth World, there are a total of ninety-three Full Perfect Clear players. It’s unknown how many will remain after the Ninth World.

"...Regarding the Century Catastrophe, this is the complete explanation." Dawn’s words were finished.

Su Ming’an glanced at the bullet comments in the live broadcast room; people were already stunned by the massive amount of information. Fearful, restless, and excited words piled up into long white strips.

[Wish conflict? There’s such a situation?]

[I think ’Rules’ are similar to human nuclear weapon regulations; once violated, one will face terrifying consequences. And Zhai Xing’s value is far less than the cost of violating this ’Rule,’ so our destiny can rely on this ’Rule.’]

[Perhaps there are other factors, like ’Rules’ being more than one aspect, and organizers not being just one entity, etc. The vast cosmic forest has many rules we don’t know, just like Zhai Xing originally having something like ’World Origin.’]

[Humans have always liked exploring the unknown, even actively sending signals deep into the universe. But when the vast unknown is laid before us, humans are afraid of its vastness... Alas, humans.]

[Based on the ’Original’ theory we’ve never heard of, we also don’t know if there will be another "Zhai Xing," "Blue Planet," "Huo Xing," kind of planet in the vast universe...]

[...]

Xike walked to Su Ming’an’s side.

"Did you understand all the words we said to you?" she asked finally.

Su Ming’an knew this was Xike asking him—Did you hear the possible methods to break the dilemma?

On the day Caius Tower ended, when Su Ming’an linked with the Causality Ouroboros, Xike had told him that she would inform him of the way to break the dilemma in the end.

—And Su Ming’an indeed heard the break method.

Firstly, communicate with other Full Perfect Clear players beforehand, aligning their wishes to ensure no conflicts.

Secondly, kill other Full Perfect Clear players.

These are the two methods to break the dilemma.

The former is at risk of betrayal at any time. Even if wishes are communicated ahead of time, when it comes time to truly wish, it’s another duel; no one knows if the other party will change their wish temporarily or suppress the other’s wish for better circumstances—this is a prisoner’s dilemma.

The latter is straightforward and won’t encounter any wish errors. But considering humanity’s overall Points progress bar, it might not be possible to implement. Moreover, if the other party truly harbors goodwill...

"I understand." Su Ming’an responded.

At this moment, he exhaled slightly.

So far, all information regarding the Ninth World has been gathered. This extensive instance journey is finally wrapping up.

"There are four hours left until the return; where are you headed next?" Dawn asked.

"In the last four hours, I’ll go see them," Su Ming’an said.

"Them?" Dawn asked.

"Yes, them." Su Ming’an said.

He turned and left the control room, stepping into the sunset. Before him was the familiar City-State.

The towering Bell Tower, the uneven ginkgo trees, and skyscrapers extending like city walls.

Millions flowed through the city, walking according to their own life rhythms, participating in post-disaster reconstruction under the guidance of the Dawn System.

Amidst the brilliant lights, the whole city flickered like a radiant glass lamp. The sunset’s glow mingles with the lights, like flames slowly burning inch by inch.

At the entrance stands a person, with smooth black hair, a beautiful face, small cheeks, and holding a white cat so plump it almost spills from her arm.

She waits under a ginkgo tree, the sunset casting red-gold splotches on her pale face. Her eyes are purely black, her brows like a traditional ink painting, and as she glances around, her aura is like a majestic landscape.

Seeing him, she lifts the white cat: "I return it to you, City Lord, thank you for letting it protect me all this time."

Su Ming’an receives the heavy white cat. It immediately tries to snuggle against Su Ming’an’s chest but gets smacked into the pet grid by him.

"Are you leaving?" Little Mei asks.

"Have you visited Constantine University?" Su Ming’an doesn’t answer, instead asks her.

Little Mei is taken aback, quickly nodding, "I have. The library is big with lots of books; the hall has many instruments; the art gallery is quite spacious..."

"Interested in enrolling?" Su Ming’an asks.

Little Mei purses her lips and smiles: "I will pass the entrance exam. Right now, there’s a shortage of talent, and the university will enroll many students. I believe I surely can do it. The future is long, and I’m still young."

Su Ming’an looked at Little Mei. She is now dressed in a thick cotton coat, wearing hard military boots on her feet, a scarf and gloves covering her bluish wounds, only showing a bright, smiling little face. Anyone would see her as a freshly adult girl about to step into a bright and long life.

No longer freezing in the dark, no longer wearing ill-fitting high heels, no longer wearing poor-quality powder and lip color.

She looks radiant now, like a small plant breaking through the soil. Facing the sun, thriving.

Among the many instances Su Ming’an has encountered, she is truly the first ordinary girl in the real sense. She has no strong powers, no character halo, she is just a ’common person’ with nothing different from millions of ordinary people. Yet, precisely this girl, during the Caius Tower, once saved all living beings with her voice.

"City Lord, I want to go to university. I heard the selection criteria for Constantine over the next three months won’t be as strict as before. I don’t need you to give me a backdoor; I will fight for everything myself." Little Mei said:

"I want to be a radio host, especially for emotion radio. My voice condition is already qualified; I’ll get a certificate, then the resume should be quite nice."

"I also want to raise some flowers and grass, and keep a goldfish. I once made a glass tank by hand in the Mechanics group and hoped to keep fish one day..."

As they walked down the street, Su Ming’an wore the Demon Fox mask from Qiu Li long ago, its red tassels swaying back and forth, the street lined with residents living under the sun.

Because he could choose two mechanical devices to take away, he planned to take the wheelchair and Lin Guang’s Mechanical Ring. The wheelchair was truly useful, and with a little modification, it could be a great piece of equipment.

According to a remote message from Su Rin, Lv Shu’s body had no problems, but Lv Shu couldn’t be seen until the instance was over.

Su Ming’an went to see the others.

In these four hours, he went to many places.

He arrived at Mo Wen’s house within the city, knocked on the door, and Mo Wen opened it, holding a jasmine flower in his hand.

"Su Ming’an?" Mo Wen was startled.

"I still can’t take you away; the Ruler’s Skill is ineffective for someone with your identity," Su Ming’an said.

"It’s okay, I’ve already accepted it." Mo Wen smiled, "It was my wrong decision back then that caused me to lose my player identity and stay in this world forever... but now, it’s too late to regret, I can only accept it."

In his hand, the jasmine flower swayed gently in the warm breeze.

Mo Wen lowered his head, then quickly raised it again, smiling, "Mo Yan, if you can see through Su Ming’an’s live broadcast room, please remember, it’s enough for your brother as long as you live well. Don’t be sad, okay?"

Su Ming’an stood for a moment and said, "Mo Yan should have seen it."

"Yes," Mo Wen said, "In the future... I want to be a gardener. When spring arrives, flowers should be very popular. I studied flower growing before, so I should live well in this city. At least for me, this is a brand new life. If you can ever return to this world, I ask you to tell me about Mo Yan’s recent situation as best as you can. I’m very worried about him."

"Alright, goodbye," Su Ming’an said.

"Goodbye," Mo Wen said, putting down the sunflower and tightly grasping Su Ming’an’s hand, "After the year ends, please... bring Mo Yan back home with everyone."

Su Ming’an smiled lightly, without responding, and helped Mo Wen close the door.

Afterwards, Su Ming’an went to The Fringe.

Having experienced a war, The Fringe still had many burning buildings, and some ragged-dressed residents were scavenging for money. Su Ming’an walked past several corpses and pushed open the door of a tavern.

He still remembered this tavern; in the first few days of the instance, it was full of noise with drinking, puzzle-solving, boxing... all kinds of liveliness. There were the charming Doris and the young Wells, the bald giant Beiji, and the unruly young Ray Xiaoxiao. Hundreds of people laughed loudly, drinking in great gulps, led by a youth whose eyes were like flames, surviving freely in this remote and barren place.

But now, it was almost deserted. Only one youth sat on a high stool drinking, and the table was covered in thick dust. The cloaks and medals representing the battle group were long gone.

Beside him, ten or so spots were deliberately left empty, but there was no one in those spaces anymore.

"Doris, drink, have a sip, answer me, will you?" The youth raised a glass to the empty air, receiving no response, and then turned to shout at another empty space:

"Beiji! You were always the best drinker, why no noise today?"

"Ray Xiaoxiao, though you’re young, you should try drinking too. Come, answer me, take the drink."

"Wells, why aren’t you speaking today..."

"Cain..."

"Shabella..."

"Mo Mo..."

In the empty tavern, only the repeated calls of the youth remained.

Spring has arrived, but too many have already slept through the winter nights, leaving only those who walk into spring to look back and remember.

"City... Lord?" At this moment, the youth heard the sound of the tavern’s wooden door. He slowly turned back, his eyes bloodshot, reflecting Su Ming’an and Little Mei.

"Drink less in the future; it’ll be troublesome if you fall ill," Su Ming’an approached, "Generations of the Kylstia Family, I don’t wish for Sen’s descendants to die of illness. After Luo leaves, no one will take care of you."

"City Lord..." Che put down his glass.

"Didn’t you say you prefer calling me Lewis?" Su Ming’an said, "A dozen days ago, you said if we weren’t on opposing sides, you wanted to be friends with me. I still have the pendant you gave me."

Che was stunned.

He didn’t expect the City Lord to remember all the nonsense he had said the first time they met.

"You truly are different..." Che whispered, "Even for someone insignificant to the war situation like me, you remember every word I said."

"If we’re friends, why wouldn’t I remember," Su Ming’an said.

Che suddenly said, "Lewis. By noon tomorrow, I want to carve their names on the tombstone outside the city. The day the battle group was founded, we thought, if one day we died, our ashes should be scattered in the air. Although none of their bodies even remained, this wish couldn’t come true, I will always remember their names... From now on, I am their tombstone."

"They will be remembered," Su Ming’an said, "Everyone who died in this war, their names will be recorded by the Dawn System."

"That’s great," Che sighed softly.

Su Ming’an said, "The situation in The Fringe will also change. Now with the World Origin of [Ta Wei], the Dawn System will not allocate human resources harshly, and soon, The Fringe will integrate into the city’s welfare system. Acto loves humanity. If things can change, he won’t watch you suffer."

"City... Lewis." Che raised his glass towards him, "It’s all because of you, I toast to you."

Su Ming’an’s mouth twitched slightly, "Let’s skip the toasting."

He turned and waved his hand, "There is a long way ahead, goodbye for now."

Hearing this, Che got up and rushed out, his cape fluttering like burning flames.

"Lewis!" he shouted, "You are the person I admire the most, my best friend!"

...My best friend.

Su Ming’an listened to those words, tugged at the corner of his mouth, and stepped into the night.

...

"Tretiya, Yao Wen, and Lin Guang, I hope they can be properly recognized."

In the hall of Hawk Hound, Su Ming’an stood in the middle of the hall, conversing with the deputy leader of the Hawk Hound.

The deputy leader was a kind-faced elderly lady who, on the seventh day of the instance, had resisted Edward leading the Rebel Army. She was a protector of the City-State and had devoted almost her entire life to the City-State.

"I understand, they are all heroes of the war. We recently plan to conduct historical retrospectives, to publish the deeds of heroes in history who were never vindicated," the elderly lady said.

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