Welcome to Rewind World Game
Chapter 696 - 693: "٩(๛ ˘ ³˘)۶

Chapter 696: Chapter 693: "٩(๛ ˘ ³˘)۶

"Su Ming’an" closed his eyes and fell forward, his body gradually becoming a cold shell.

Bi stood alone in the blood-soaked land of suffering, her black hair whipped up by the scorching wind. Silence surrounded her ears, and no life could be seen before her eyes. At this moment, she suddenly understood what loneliness was.

"The feeling that cannot be absent..."

She murmured, looking up at the sun, which seemed to flow with fresh blood.

...

"Whoosh—"

Su Ming’an opened his eyes, still faced with endless snow and wind. This familiar scene had now been seen by him for the sixteenth time.

Extreme pain clenched his heart, and soreness spread like ink dropping into mineral water, penetrating every cell. His spirit was almost torn apart, on one side a deity’s gentle voice echoed, on the other was his own rapid breathing.

He subconsciously reached for his eyes, wanting to confirm if they were blood-red. Soon his rationality arrived, and he lowered his hand.

"You denounce us, the ’Ta Wei’, as invaders, but in fact, between civilization and civilization, it is always the survival of the fittest... the ’World Game’ that Lewis is participating in is no exception."

...

This statement was the information from the deity’s mouth in the last cycle. Su Ming’an endured immense pain from being invaded, only to receive this information.

The amount of information stunned him.

He had thought the vision of the "Deity" was already broad enough, spanning across three dimensions and encompassing the entire Ninth World within His sight—yet the "Deity" had mentioned an even higher level of the World Game.

He realized that the "Source of Civilization" in his possession as a betting chip may not only include the part controlled by Acto... it might very well include his own six Perfect Passes.

—What exactly is the "Deity" betting against?

This bet transcended the Ninth World, escalating to the World Game—even competing with the First World, Second World, Third World, Fifth World, Sixth World, and Seventh World controlled by Su Ming’an?

Could this conjecture be possible?

The Deity corresponds to a higher layer of "Four Dimensions," and the World Game itself—to a higher form of... "Five Dimensions"?

"..."

His thoughts were utterly chaotic—he had never experienced such a direct strike to the core nature of the game, each clue shocking his soul.

"... Teacher?"

Tretiya looked over. Lin Guang hadn’t yet awakened from the Rehabilitation Pod in the room.

Su Ming’an stretched out his hand to touch the wall, his skin already covered with a layer of frost, his fingers nearly the color of snow.

... If Yuanyuan really died because of his "inability to save," this guilt would haunt him for the rest of his life. He would remember these sixteen cycles, the sixteen gruesome corpses of her death, remembering how she looked into his eyes on the eve of dawn... She would be the nightmare he could never forget in his life.

This curse would entangle him for a lifetime.

"... Tretiya." He spoke, his voice so hoarse that he startled even himself.

"Teacher, I’m here."

"Are there any flowers? And leather?"

"Uh... I don’t have flowers on me. If you need leather, I can take off my belt..." Tretiya paused: "But what are you going to do with these?"

"Make a flower umbrella."

"A flower umbrella? Is it part of your new research?" Tretiya asked.

"No," Su Ming’an said, "Return to san value."

"...Huh?"

Even Tretiya couldn’t keep up with Su Ming’an’s train of thought at this moment.

"Umbrella... related to san value? What is san value?" Tretiya was puzzled.

Leaning against the wall, Su Ming’an stood up, his eyes cloudy. It was only then that he realized what he had said; something about an umbrella... It was like the rambling of someone half-dreaming, half-awake, and deranged.

"Stop the Lin Guang nuclear explosion—a victory on the front lines of the Dawn War—save Yuanyuan." These three lines of deadlock, like a spider web, stuck to him, binding him tightly within this net. He had tried all the paths within the game; what about outside the game? Such as making a deal with the organizers? Breaking the game with help from Boss Rabbit?

But by doing so...

He would have to completely turn his back on humanity and stand as a dog.

Stumbling forward, he said to Tretiya, "There’s no need to detonate the bombs."

These bombs were useless anyway; they would only increase Lin Guang’s hatred value.

Tretiya dismantled the bombs as instructed.

Seconds later, the indoor rehabilitation pod opened, and Lin Guang awakened. This was the first time since the seventeenth cycle that Lin Guang had not been bombed.

"Tretiya? What are you doing?" Lin Guang immediately noticed the dismantled bombs at the doorway.

...What did this mean?

Setting up bombs to ambush him and then suddenly dismantling them?

As Lin Guang stepped outside, a "d-r-e-a-d" command froze Tretiya in place; he saw Su Ming’an staggering down the corridor.

"Lewis!" Lin Guang called out loudly, his voice tinged with glee, "Was it you who stopped Tretiya from killing me with the bombs? Are you here to celebrate the festival with me?"

Su Ming’an did not reply.

He continued walking forward. Before long, he saw Yamada Machiichi rushing over in a wheelchair.

He knew Lin Guang was following him; the approaching footsteps, the clacking noise of high boots on the floor were even more piercing than the collision of jewels. Lin Guang today wore various defensive props, rustling like the sound of chains.

"Su Ming’an, be careful!" Yamada Machiichi immediately shielded Su Ming’an, raising the Black Blade in his hand, the sound of flowing water surrounding the two, forming a water shield against Lin Guang.

Though it was just a drop in the bucket, as Yamada had been tamed, he could not stop Lin Guang.

Su Ming’an did not turn around but simply sat in the wheelchair.

He did not make any defensive maneuvers, simply sitting as if in an ordinary chair, his back pressed against the wheelchair, head slightly raised, legs crossed, hands joined and placed on his thighs, facing the floor-to-ceiling window with swirling snow, ignoring the approaching Lin Guang.

He did not even move the wheelchair to escape; he simply sat there, embodying the posture of a negotiator.

"Boss Rabbit."

Snowflakes fell on his eyelashes:

"...Can we talk?"

The very next instant.

The endless "crunching" sound of the snowstorm, the glass shards crushed under wheel tracks, Lin Guang’s composed footsteps... all were frozen at that moment, as if a camera had just snapped the "click" button.

Yamada Machiichi turned his head slightly; he couldn’t believe what he heard. Su Ming’an said—was he going to have a chat with Boss Rabbit?

Could one even have a chat with Boss Rabbit?

What shocked Yamada even more was the sudden burst of pink light that gathered and dissipated.

As if by command, Su Ming’an... actually casually summoned the Boss Rabbit.

"Thump!"

The fluffy giant rabbit "blingbling~" twinkled before his eyes, its limbs swollen and soft like cotton candy, resembling a rabbit plush toy.

It dashed towards a "cute" development, even its eyes clear like crystals.

At that moment, the barrage in the livestream went wild, the flood of comments sweeping across the screen.

[OMG, what’s this, magic?]

[Is this an illusion? It can’t really be the Boss Rabbit, can it?]

[Number One Player comes with a "Summon Boss Rabbit" skill, not the first time either.]

[You all still think he’s purely human? He really has no connection with the organizers? Yasa Acto is so powerful in the Ninth World because of a deity’s guidance, why can’t Su Ming’an have an organizer guiding him through the instance?]

[cnm, f*cking hell, say one more word against Su Ming’an and see what happens? Nmsl, rnm!]

[The Ninth World has references to the World games; considering Acto’s experiences, can we speculate that Boss Rabbit is akin to a "Deity"? And are we in a wager with the organizers over the "Source of Civilization"? The one who loses will lose everything, like our failed ending with a billion people wiped out—so if Su Ming’an corresponds to Yasa Acto, could he be humanity’s last hope?]

[Maybe we should see him as a hero, even though he’s only nineteen this year.]

[Several people on the forums have been discussing this viewpoint; since the Ninth World began, Su Ming’an’s public standing has really risen... many are treating him like a god, I even saw mentions of the Lighthouse Divine Sect.]

[...]

"Dear Ruler, what is it?"

Boss Rabbit tilted its head, addressing him as "Dear Ruler" instead of "Dear Number One Player," emphasizing the importance of his role as Ruler over that of Number One Player.

When Su Ming’an called, Boss Rabbit appeared. This seemed to be a convenience brought by the role of "Ruler." Boss Rabbit positioned him at eye level, not looking down on him from above like it would on a mere player.

"Boss Rabbit, can you help me solve this?" Su Ming’an said.

"Help? Of course not, organizers are not allowed to interfere with game instances. Hasn’t this principle been tested out by a bunch of self-proclaimed wise experts among you humans?" Boss Rabbit smiled adorably, its ears quivering.

"Then how would you explain the existence of those with special statuses? You issuing tasks targeting me to Shen Xue and Wang Xingkong in the Third World—can’t that be seen as interference in the instance?" Su Ming’an said resolutely.

"Those tasks are none of our business, and the distribution of special statuses is within the [reasonable] range," Boss Rabbit immediately retorted.

"Ha." Su Ming’an laughed, already deeply engaged in developing strategies, "Then... help me [reasonably]. Just a few words to help me solve this predicament, that should be doable, right? Even someone like Edward begged on his knees, and you granted him a special status—if you tell me the way to solve this situation, I can offer what you want too."

"..." Boss Rabbit fell silent for a moment.

This was Su Ming’an’s second time facing Boss Rabbit in the Ninth World.

Last time he faced it, he had fiercely punched it, then discovered the rule that [organizers can only punish those who violate the rules].

His gaze locked with Boss Rabbit’s, snow clinging to his icy skin, his lips turning purplish-blue.

Yamada Machiichi stood nearby, too anxious to breathe, utterly baffled as to why a Boss Rabbit would suddenly pop up in the corridor, seemingly at Su Ming’an’s beck and call like a pet.

That said, could Su Ming’an really be... with the organizers?

"Lewis..."

On the other side of the corridor, Lin Guang suddenly stopped. Darkness surfaced on his face, swiftly overshadowing his initial delight.

He stared at the suddenly appearing Boss Rabbit and blurted out:

"Rabbit, so you’re the true face of ’Ta Wei’? Were you the one always whispering in my ear?" Lin Guang asked, then added, "But your voice is much more unpleasant than that male deity’s, I don’t like it..."

"This isn’t your concern. Could you please shut up?" Boss Rabbit shifted his gaze, his dark eyes turning towards Lin Guang.

"Bang!" An irritable Lin Guang decisively fired a shot. The bullet grazed Boss Rabbit’s body, but didn’t harm it in the slightest.

Su Ming’an reached out simultaneously, his light punch landing on Boss Rabbit’s abdomen. His fingers conveyed a soft, spongy feel, unlike Lin Guang’s bullets, which hadn’t pierced through.

—NPCs cannot harm Boss Rabbit, but players can.

"I’m sorry, dear Ruler, I cannot assist you. Moreover, you haven’t reached a dead end yet." Boss Rabbit no longer paid attention to the crazily firing Lin Guang, who resembled a screaming chicken, and looked at Su Ming’an, "Also, I’m not a ’Deity’ from the Ninth World. The Organizers exist beyond the background of the instance, you know~"

It even stuck out its tongue, acting cute.

(๑·ڡ☆)

Then it reached out its soft, fluffy hand, tousled his hair, and messed up his dark locks.

Su Ming’an was stunned.

The moment the white, fluffy hand touched his head, he didn’t even realize that Boss Rabbit was petting him, his mind still racing.

Soon, Boss Rabbit withdrew its hand, as if it hadn’t done anything.

[Though this is a triple deadlock, if you abandon one of the paths, the other two can be smoothly navigated.]

...And Su Ming’an knew better than anyone which path he should give up.

(◞‸◟)...

Boss Rabbit’s eyes narrowed into slits, and pink sparkles emerged around it once again, "Well, that concludes the consultation session, hehehe—"

It disappeared.

Lin Guang hurried over, "Lewis, if you need help, I can assist you..."

The next moment, he saw Lewis’s originally proper negotiating posture collapse instantly, as if all strength had been drained from him.

Even the path of seeking help from the Organizers was cut off... He even did what he least wanted to do...

Su Ming’an reached out and grabbed the hem of Yamada Machiichi’s clothing:

"...Let me rest for a while."

"Ah." Yamada Machiichi was at a loss.

He supported Su Ming’an’s weight as he leaned on his bent back. In that moment, Yamada suddenly felt that the Number One Player before him was just a young man.

All sorts of halos were about to deify him... Even high-dimensional creatures like Boss Rabbit only referred to him as "Ruler"...

"Ten hours... ten hours..." Su Ming’an murmured to himself.

"We’ve grown strong so that we have more choices," Yamada Machiichi, not knowing why Su Ming’an was upset, did his best to soothe him: "Don’t let yourself become an AI just passing through the world’s game, I believe in you."

"..."

Su Ming’an, with his eyes closed, gradually clenched his fingers:

"Thank you for believing in me..."

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.