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Chapter 706 - 703: "Can You Wait for Me to Finish This Song?" ("Yu Jue" Alliance Hierarch 2k extra)

Chapter 706: Chapter 703: "Can You Wait for Me to Finish This Song?" ("Yu Jue" Alliance Hierarch 2k extra)

Cipher "Noel Agnini" — refers to "I have collected all the Dawn Codes, this is the last loop."

Merely by Su Ming’an’s mention of "Noel Agnini", the two instantly gained a vast amount of information, encapsulating the upheavals and deaths of thirty-three loops.

This was the last loop, and Noel still had a performance left, his eyes remained crimson.

Noel smiled:

"Hello, guest of the City of Gods, the master here has left, and I take this opportunity to take you away."

"Noel, snap out of it! This is Su Ming’an!" Yamada Machiichi exclaimed from beside him.

"I am not an idiot, nor have I turned into a fool, of course I know who Su Ming’an is," Noel said, "Yamada, step aside, I am not interested in you."

Yamada Machiichi clenched his teeth, protected Su Ming’an, and the mechanical beings in the corridor fired at Noel, their sounds piercing through the ear drums.

—At that moment, Noel charged into the hail of bullets, forcibly pushed Yamada Machiichi aside, grabbed Su Ming’an’s wheelchair, and flew into the sky.

Blood dripped onto the shimmering corridor, like grains of solidified cinnabar.

...

"k" (adjusting cuffs) + "e" (making small talk)— "ke"

"m" (nodding) + "o" (talking about Lv Shu) — "mo"

— First part of the password.

...

"l" (right middle finger bent) + "i" (discussing Lighthouse theory) — "li"

"t" (right fist clenched) + "a" (talking about Main God World) — "ta"

— Second part of the password.

...

"m" (nodding) + "o" (talking about Lv Shu) — "mo"

[...]

[...]

Third part.

Fourth part.

...

[kemo, lita, mo, mi, luo]

Communication completed.

...

The Dawn Code is syllables.

This was precisely why Noel used Pinyin to create codes — the Dawn Code was syllables, and Pinyin was the best way to express these syllables. Noel had realized that in the last loop after collecting all the codes, they would inevitably need to use codes to pass on the password.

Upon giving himself the first psychological cue — "Embraces are death rewinds", Noel considered the deeper layer of the "Pinyin Code" psychological cue, as well as the final layer of the "Noel Agnini" psychological cue.

From the first loop, leaping to the thirty-third loop, they had thirty-three mutual deaths and had now completed handing over their gains. The Rewind Authority of death had been turned into a flower by sheer human Wisdom.

Noel’s eyes lowered, he had by now figured out all the combinations of the five syllables.

Next was the start time for the Dawn System, a set of new digital codes, designed for more convenient transmission of information.

"0" — bending the thumb. Signifying zero o’clock.

"point" — discussing the future. Signifying the division between the hour and minute hands.

"0" — bending the thumb. Signifying the zeroth minute.

"..."

Noel understood.

[The start time needed for the Dawn System: precisely midnight.]

All information handover completed.

"I heard there are clues to the Dawn System in the valley of Beili Sier, guest, would you like to go see it with me?" Noel said.

"Certainly, Puppet Master," Su Ming’an played along with Noel’s performance, responding accordingly.

Noel controlled a crow, flying towards the valley.

He was like a radiant golden bird.

"He told me growth is a chronic disability,

"Who would have thought that one day, he would become my persistent ailment,

"I snatched my eyes back from the mouths of crows,

"Yet I lost myself, without myself..."

Noel sang softly, like the light steps of dancing around a campfire, romantic and free.

The night wind swept up his golden hair.

It seemed to groom the feathers of a phoenix.

...

[Outside·Valley]

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The Dawn System was at the very center of the valley, connected by countless blood vessels, resembling a blood-red spiderweb.

Noel landed with Su Ming’an.

"Who are you?" Before Beili Sier could stop them, he was suspended by Noel.

"Alright, this has nothing to do with you, just hang over there." Noel adjusted his cuffs, kept his attire neat, then took out a cloth to wipe the Blue Rose Scepter, as if preparing for a grand magic show.

System Time was eleven fifty-eight in the morning, two minutes before the time required to activate the Dawn System.

"Tap." "Tap." "Tap."

Having adjusted his attire, Noel took steps toward the Dawn System, his high boots emitting a clear sound like jade striking each other. His cape fluttered behind him like a wavering flag, dim and hazy, obscuring his advancing figure.

At this moment, he resembled a magician about to step onto the stage.

"How could I forget his words, believe that the sun will still rise tomorrow,

"I had promised eternal spring, now I fear I shall depart before spring arrives..."

As Noel walked, he hummed softly to the tune, as if to ease his tension.

Su Ming’an watched Noel step forward, knowing he was walking toward the abyss.

Each step crushed the path ahead of him. A devotee walking toward a flame that could burn him to ashes.

Only Su Ming’an knew what Noel intended to do.

"Noel." Su Ming’an called out, and Noel stopped in his tracks.

Noel turned around. Those red, fiery eyes gazed at him, his delicate cheeks caressed by a swirling blood light, giving a sense of clarity under the sun, yet his aura was as serene as the moonlight.

The air seemed to tremble in silence, blood-red light clinging to the boots that Noel wore, casting shadows. Silent words flowed between their gazes.

Moments later, Noel slightly smiled, "What’s up, visitor, are you here to wish me a happy new year?"

With those words, Noel was telling him—do not stop me.

They had agreed in the last loop with a promise.

"..." After a moment of silence, Su Ming’an suddenly smiled, "Happy New Year, Puppet Master, "

Then he would no longer stop him.

Their gazes collided, creating a fleeting, wondrous haze as if time itself had condensed. The blood light intensely illuminated Noel’s features, and he narrowed his eyes, crushing the swaying blood light at the bottom of his eyes.

Noel turned back no more, step by step he walked into the shadow under the Dawn System, his fingers touching the data-flashing control panel. He lifted his hat, continuing to hum:

"I fear revolutionaries losing their faith, creators giving up their glowing pride,

"I fear the children forget their dreams, and the bluebird unwilling to fly here..."

...

[—Su Ming’an, I often think, the universe is endless, yet humans are so insignificant.]

[Humans are a very peculiar race. Even though they have become the dominators on the planet, they are unable to solve problems that animal groups can easily resolve.]

...

The cursor on the control panel blinked, Noel lowered his gaze.

[Please enter the Dawn Code.]

The blank interface awaited him.

He stretched out his hand, his fingertips slightly trembling, fully aware that he was like a bundle of fire, a handful of magma, recklessly diving into destruction like a moth.

But he didn’t care.

What of destruction? He was born free, he possessed the right to choose whom to destroy.

"Come now..." he said.

The system time in the top right corner was about to strike midnight.

February 1, the first day of the lunar new year.

This year Noel turned 26.

...

[Su Ming’an, humans lack the absolute rules found among animal groups, some people are naturally rebellious, which makes them continuously seek to rebel against dominion, yearn for freedom that necessitates sacrifice...]

[To describe such inherently rebellious people in one sentence, it would be...]

[...]

[...it would be people like you and me.]

...

From afar, New Year’s bells sounded, home robots gathered in the valley, curiously peeking inside.

The blond youth’s fingers hit the keyboard. His entire face bathed in the lurid blood light of the Dawn System, his curly golden locks tinged with a layer of blood.

"If time no longer flows from now on, that day infinitely repeats until it ages,

"Would I never defeat the person in the mirror, can only freeze in the pose of a clumsy escape..."

He sang, his demeanor filled with a captivating focus.

As if a flame called "destiny," a gorgeous red fire, licked from his boots slowly upward, over the tailored trousers, across the reddish-brown vest, up to his thousands layered tie adorned with a ruby...

He typed in the password, his eyes devoid of fear.

First, kemo.

[Password correct, please enter the next password.]

Second, lita.

[Password correct, please enter the next password.]

Third, mo...

"I once spoke of becoming a soldier," he hummed:

"Then there will come a day when I tear apart this stubborn affliction named ’fate’...

"I still fear the pioneers giving up navigation,

"Devotees regretting their adherence to the creed,

"Still afraid of the pioneers ceasing their quest,

"Poisonous insects that twist the truth, dead yet not rigid..."

...

[kemo, lita, mo, mi, luo]

The five passwords were correct.

...

At the moment the syllables were aligned, a wave-like brilliance, composed of crimson and golden yellow, soared up, striking directly into the sky and completely merging with the night.

It continued to rise, and rise. In an instant, it dispelled the night and the clouds, rising like a fierce, huge sun.

"Drip—Drip—Drip!"

The loud alarm suddenly sounded, the light from above reflecting downward like gold light showering from the firmament, illuminating the entire valley. The Dawn System seemed to come alive, expanding violently.

People on the battlefield raised their heads, stunned by the scene where the night turned into day in an instant. The dawn’s golden brilliance spilled on everyone’s blood-stained shoulders, as if draping them with golden armor.

Su Rin raised his head high, his body clad in myriads of radiant light:

"Su Ming’an..."

Between the cities, people ran out of their homes, amazed at this miraculous scene. Trucks carrying resources reflected the light, illuminating the entire city.

"It must be the City Lord’s doing..."

They whispered to each other, jumping and cheering.

At the edge of the Blood Pool, a dying girl widened her eyes, suddenly feeling her body light, as if her soul was lifted into another dimension.

"..." She kept her eyes open, watching the world’s filmy membrane descend upon her.

...

Nature’s time seemed to pour out at this moment.

Patterns flowed like sunlight, casting a reflective, illusory mirror above the world.

Countless 0s and 1s twinkled, pressing down towards the heavens and earth like overlaid after-images, covering a transparent membrane.

Like a protective layer, it pressed upon this world full of holes. All pre-configured programs were forced to reset, and even if a nuclear explosion were triggered, the City of Gods would need at least several hours to rebuild its programs.

That brilliant dawn constructed a temporarily tranquil and peaceful world; people stood still, even the battlefield’s fire ceased at this moment.

The brilliance touched their weary cheeks, like a mother’s soft hands caressing them. Those tormented by the lack disease regained consciousness, shedding tears.

This scene, like a myth, like an epic, was recorded by people’s cameras and word of mouth, becoming the legend of the "Dawn War".

The world was bright, clear from heaven to earth.

"..."

Beili Sier’s cheeks swelled red, his entire body trembling.

This is impossible.

...This is impossible!

This was a dynamic password, how could the invader possibly know the password—

"You." Beili Sier pointed at Noel, "You couldn’t possibly know the password... Some passwords can only be obtained in the future..."

Noel smiled softly.

His beautiful golden hair fluttered in the wind, flowing slowly like molten gold; his robe rose high behind him, dispersing elegantly like the wings of an angel.

He drew close to those colorful splotches, letting a few colors spiral and fall amid his singing.

"If the dense fog could cover even the daylight, with the acid rain corroding Utopia,

"Could I become the person I long to be, continue digging till I meet the dawn again ...

He met Su Ming’an’s gaze.

Their eyes met for an instant, then quickly shifted away, brushing lightly like a dragonfly skimming water.

Barrages in the live stream frantically flashed, no one knew why Noel would know all five passwords:

[This is impossible! This is impossible!]

[Noel has no reason to know these five passwords, it’s madness! Everyone’s gone mad! These are passwords of the future, he can’t possibly guess them by luck!]

[What exactly is happening? Are there things happening that we cannot see? How is that possible! We are watching them at every moment!]

[Wait, could it be... could it be that Noel...]

Someone realized something.

[Noel possesses abilities we cannot see! He is a violator of the rules, he has hacked the system!! The combination of five passwords calculates in billions, this cannot be explained by predictive power alone!]

[Is it seeing through the future? Or tracing back time? Or rewinding?]

[Didn’t the organizers say that the world game was absolutely fair?]

[A violator of the rules has appeared!]

[Oh God...]

[...]

"I am scared, I am fearful, I cower, I’m terrified..."

"Yet still, I hope, still, I hope..."

Noel spread his arms and sang, his smile pure and sheer, as innocent as a sheet of blank paper.

Countless comments crazily zipped up in their live stream, fluttering like snowflakes, with hundreds of thousands of messages flying by every second. The stream could not be turned off, perhaps by the organizers’ design.

"Whoosh—"

In that moment, the valley suddenly seemed to be soaked in the murky light of the deep sea, people stuck like insects in honey.

Several dark blood-colored shadows, carrying vague scales and ghostly figures, moved eerily and abruptly, as if viscous blood slid down the mountain walls, touching people’s feet with its sticky sensation. They gazed so intensely—focusing on the central figure, Noel.

...Has it come?

A deep-sea-like pressure weighed down on Su Ming’an’s back, his form stiff as if frozen, making it difficult to move. Countless sharp and piercing gazes fixed on the two of them, scratching at his spine.

He knew that the moment he entered the password, it was bound to draw "Them" in.

"..."

Noel stood still, in front of the successfully activated Dawn System, facing these obscure blood shadows squarely, his back straight.

Like thunder, a booming sound arose, as if an invisible giant hand were crushing Noel’s skull. The sound carried a powerful force, heavy as a great mountain. Countless blood shadows like thick blood surrounded Noel.

In a livestream room that had soared to hundreds of millions in heat, humans heard the low, cello-like voice of the blood shadows.

Though there were no distinct words in the sound, the meaning of the message was implanted in everyone’s mind:

...

[——Human race Player Noel Agnini. According to existing conditions, it is impossible for you to know this sequence of the Dawn Code.]

[——You possess authority beyond the "Rules," Noel Agnini.]

...

This voice, like a judgment, struck atop the souls of those listening.

It was the Organizers.

...

Su Ming’an had anticipated this very scene.

He had long figured out the Organizers’ bottom line—authority to rewind death that went beyond the game was something the Organizers could not tolerate. He must never cross this line—for instance, by openly revealing his death rewind.

He could display immense predictive power, show a prophet-like acuity, but he must never say, "I have death rewind, I’ll tell you a piece of information..." such statements.

Once such information was exposed, it would amount to slapping the "Rules" in the face. The "Rules" were absolutely inviolable.

He could skate close to the edge, speak ambiguously about the "next time," and might be suspected, but he could never confirm it himself.

Otherwise, once he was the first to break the "Rules," the Organizers might also break the "no harm to Players" rule and shackle him before he could rewind.

But the problem arose.

Once he inputted the Dawn Code, this authority would inevitably be exposed, for Su Ming’an could not possibly guess a five-digit code, and no rationale could explain it, not even "acuity" or "predictive power."

And Noel’s creation of a cryptic message, the final and most crucial step, was—

...

Swapping identities with Su Ming’an.

...

Noel Agnini, who had not had the Rewind Authority, would become the apparent "rewinder."

Even if targeted, only Noel would be targeted. Even if destroyed by the rules, it was Noel who would die; Su Ming’an could still rewind and devise another plan without both losing. Even if the Organizers still guessed that the real authority holder was Su Ming’an, as long as they could not confirm it, the pair could keep this cycle going.

The "Rules" were the eternal shackles binding them.

Noel chose to be the one on the frontlines, the most dangerous person.

The moment Noel heard Su Ming’an call him "Noel Agnini," he unfolded his deepest "final psychological cue" and placed himself on the ultimate altar.

Su Ming’an watched Noel, heavily surrounded by blood shadows, and remembered the metaphorical words Noel had said the previous loop.

...

[Su Ming’an, I have always longed to be a person of value, whether exploring the mysteries of the New World or helping children. I hope I am like the sun to others.]

[And you can rest in the shadow of the sun.]

[For the next time, the time after that, or... some loop... I hope to see more of your smiles, and more smiles from the children.]

[I can face the spectators’ suspicions, doubts, and jealousy from other players.]

[I can bear all targeting, wrath from the Organizers, and the severe increase in instance difficulty.]

[...]

[I can pretend to be this "chosen one," Su Ming’an.]

...

Facing the questions of blood shadows, stacked like evil spirits, Noel raised a finger to his lips.

Fine shadows of light scattered and swayed between his forefinger, as if elves were kissing his skin. His frail human body stood meagerly small compared to the vast blood shadows.

The gaze of millions of viewers converged at this moment, the authority to shatter their worldviews surfaced, held by Player Two—Noel Agnini.

The most astute adventurer, the calmest, the most fearless, the bravest.

A bold gambler, a mad yet rational explorer.

A golden bird soaring toward freedom, forever high in the firmament, never falling.

The golden-red brilliance of the Dawn System shot up into the sky, and Noel bathed under the magnificent firmament, as if eternally basked in divine light.

"Shh..."

Facing these high-dimensional beings much superior to his own life level, his forefinger against his lips, he signaled them to be quiet.

As if declaring war on destiny, his tone carried an unbreakable courage, a desperate madness.

He smiled and said,

"Oh gods, I know what you want to ask."

"Can you wait for me to finish this song?"

...

...

["Su Ming’an, I have lost all qualifications for a perfect pass, so I will lift you into the heavens."]

["Only by doing so,"]

["can the one with god-like time authority, the only real contender against high dimensions, the Number One Player, enter a brand new world with no dead ends."]

[...]

[I am the only one who knows about your death rewind.]

...

...

[——Hence I will lift you high, Su Ming’an.]

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