Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1404 - 55: To My Friend, Su Ming’an

Chapter 1404: Chapter 55: To My Friend, Su Ming’an
In the mountains, time does not pass.
Su Ming’an always lived on the Divine Mountain.
He felt as if he were reading a book that puts him in another’s place, experiencing emotional resonance—both real and fleeting.
He had memories of living on the Divine Mountain for four months, but upon closer inspection, the System Time had only accelerated by a few minutes.
Xiao Bai, wise and focused, dedicated himself to teaching Su Ming’an the Genesis Spell.
Su Ming’an was pleasantly surprised to find that although this memory of time passing was swift, his Genesis Ability would correspondingly increase, as if he truly spent four months learning Genesis with Xiao Bai.
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[Title: "Global Crossing: The Infinite World Tree Evolution Beginning from a Grounded Prince"]
[Creator: Su Ming’an]
[Plot Score: 71 (A jellyfish’s adventure is dull, yet a magpie eating jellyfish is entertaining. You now know most of Luowasha’s truth, now, please conclude it.)]
[Character Design Score: 69 ("Sique," "Wu Yi," "Ian," etc., have deeper exposure, whereas "Hui Bai," "Xi Li," "Su Liujin," etc., lack exposure.)]
[Logic Score: 71 (The Red Sun reset is due to rapid entropy increase. Sufficient Memory Clips + small world + methods to obscure Player IP + Energy + imitating everyone’s information = or perhaps save the homeland.)]
[Philosophy Score: 68 (Is the Creator hypocritical? Can an "accessory" exist apart from its "source"? Does the will of fantasy have a place of return? Does nihilism have a boundary? Can a wingless bird grow flesh and blood?)]
[World Mystery Exposure Score: 67 (The World structure is derived from millions of Memory Clips, cataloged in the World Book, which can alter history and the future through "editing" and "change of order." A book embodying all wisdom exists in the world, sealed by The Seven Seals. The benevolent Lord shed blood to redeem the planet but must wait for the day The Seven Seals are broken for humanity to read it.)]
[Ending Score: 20 (Achieved "TE·Will a wingless bird grow flesh and blood because of you?" ending.)]
[Overall Score: 69]
[Current Elements: Infinite Stream, Adventure, Death Rebound, Fantasy]
[Your story: 8392 words.]
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[TE3·"Where I am... is your Eternal Fantasy Village" (Write a perfect story rated SSS.): 84%]
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Through Xiao Bai’s tutelage, Su Ming’an felt his Genesis Ability "soar upwards," much like when he learned Mechanics, Biochemistry, and Artificial Intelligence in the Ninth World.
If he returned home to become an ordinary person, perhaps he could achieve financial freedom by building machinery, fixing computers, or writing essays... Su Ming’an optimistically thought of baseless things.
Even if he hadn’t used Genesis Power in battle, he was already no less than a B-level Creator.
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[Combat Power: 7185+100!]
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"The combative ability of Genesis... should refer to the two major Abilities, [Essay Changes] and [Story Domain]," Su Ming’an pondered. "My [Essay Changes] ability—before, I would sweat profusely just altering Grandma Lü’s lifespan, but now it should be much easier. My [Story Domain] ability mainly manifests in the small world, and its Development must be very rapid, perhaps having already entered the Feudal Dynasty period by now..."
Xiao Bai is indeed a good person!
Almost without time cost, strength could grow painlessly.
Su Ming’an gazed at Xiao Bai, his eyes exceedingly gentle. Xiao Bai felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
99% of the time, the body was controlled by Sique; time would rush past Su Ming’an. Only 1% of the time, the body was controlled by Su Ming’an, and time would slow down for him.
On some nights, Su Ming’an would find a draft paper on the desk with flamboyant cursive, saying:
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[To the unknown gentleman residing in my body:]
[Hello, sir, writing to you for the first time.]
At first, I realized "someone is in my body" when I woke up one morning to find my hair had turned green. This event terrified me, but I soon found it amusing.
Why have you taken residence in my body? Are you a ghost? A possessor? A second persona? Or a pocketed Grandpa from a Fantasy story?
After numerous attempts through divination, exorcism water, Shamanic Ritual, peach wood talisman... I still couldn’t expel you, and you continue to occupy my body occasionally, causing me great distress. Fortunately, aside from coloring my hair green, you have done nothing too outrageous.
However, your act of dyeing my hair green is evidence that you lack a conventional aesthetic sense. I have dyed my hair back, hoping you won’t try again.
If you bear me no malice, perhaps we can coexist peacefully?
However, do not forget that in three years... that is, on my 18th birthday, the World Tree will host a "Genesis Competition" covering all of Luowasha, with story selection contests held sequentially across each village, town, city, country, continent, and dimension, ultimately selecting the top 100 creators in all of Luowasha, awarding the title of "Creator of Radiant Shepherd" to the first place winner. This is the highest Honor for creators, and it means a lot to me.
At that time, if you are controlling the body, I hope you will deign to descend the mountain to participate in the competition.
—Regards, Qiao]
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This was the first letter. Subsequently, Sique wrote some more letters, mostly greetings, chats, and confiding pressures, seemingly treating Su Ming’an as a hollow tree.
Whenever Su Ming’an took over the body, he would find a letter scented with wisteria on the desk. Sometimes he replied, other times he didn’t.
Each time he put down the pen, he would place his reply in the same spot on the desk, but without the wisteria fragrance, leaving only a pure natural scent of ink.
The flower is not seen by the leaf, the leaf is not seen by the flower; they cannot see each other, only communicate through letters.
In a short four months of acquaintance, they already exchanged over a dozen letters. Sique also gradually regarded Su Ming’an as a friend.
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[To the unknown gentleman residing in my body:]
[January 22, 151, Sunny.]
[Hello, good night.]
[I noticed you only rarely take control of my body. Do you also gain insight when I receive guidance from my master?]
[Additionally, I have yet to ask your name.]
[—The very handsome, Qiao.]
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[To Sique:]
[My answer is yes. Although I don’t experience your timeline as long in real-time, every time I take over your body, the Experience you acquire is shared with me, enhancing my Genesis Power.]
[Your several days are but a moment for me.]
[My name is Olivius Dashamao.]
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[To Mr. Dashamao residing in my body:]
[February 15, 151, Overcast.]
[Good evening.]
[Your name is too long, so I’ll abbreviate it this way, hope you don’t mind.]
[It seems you are a remarkable being, able to ignore the passage of time and precisely gather condensed information.]
[I do not know why you reside within me, as I am just a weak, helpless, and innocent magpie, hoping you will spare me.]
[—Weak and vulnerable, Qiao]
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[To Sique:]
[I do not like this abbreviation, change it immediately.]
[I harbor no malice towards you, just intrigue about your growth journey, and the chance to audit your lessons.]
[I hope you will take care of yourself, study well every day, imbibe positive energy, and become an upright, sunny, cheerful, honest, and friendly person. Do not become an M, don’t become a lazy big bird.]
[I will always be watching you, observing you.]
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[To Mr. M residing in my body:]
[March 2, 151, Light Rain.]
[Good evening.]
[You can disregard the passage of time; are you a Deity? Which of the twenty-six gods might you be? Remarkably strange, that a Deity would take interest in me?]
[I heard the Angel of Wisdom and God of Inspiration have been debating on Xila Island for three years over who is the true Sage. I also heard the God of Intelligence intends to unleash an inorganic tide to wipe out organic life. Furthermore, I heard the Angel of Love roams The Mortal World, weaving Red Lines for mortals... Ah, might you be the Angel of Love?]
[I have no romantic feelings for Princess Aisudani, you need not concern yourself with me.]
[Of course, if you are the noble God of Inspiration... I warmly welcome your gaze upon me.]
[—Qiao, who wishes to drink red tea]
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[To Sique:]
[I am not a God; I don’t know whether to reveal my identity to you.]
[Just call me the Lighthouse God. Otherwise, if I am really not a God but merely a ghost, you might find it hard to be at ease.]
[The red tea is ready for you. By the time you take over the body, it should still be warm.]
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[To Mr. Lighthouse residing in my body:]
[April 17th, Year 151, Sunny.]
[Thank you for the red tea. However, have you tried learning tea-making from others? I sincerely suggest you try it.]
[The sun is very nice today. I went down the mountain with my master, the market is bustling, and I brought you a magpie brooch as a gift.]
[—Your friend, Que]
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[To Sique:]
[You give me a gift that I cannot take, but in the end, it’s still you wearing it.]
[Do I finally count as a friend in your eyes?]
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[To my friend:]
[After all, you have never done anything evil. Most importantly, you made me a cup of red tea.]
[Today, my master taught me how to write urban fantasy...sigh, I really am better at serious stories, writing is quite awkward.]
[—A somewhat troubled Que]
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Gradually, Sique began to talk about everyday matters.
The letters increased from one each time to a dozen, with Sique saying more and more, taking him as a confidant.
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[To Sique:]
[This is easy.]
[To write urban fantasy, first get a strong sense of self-identity, ideally as the "Great Emperor" or "I". When you encounter a villain, use phrases like "How bold!" "Unnamed rogue!" "How dare you offend the Great Emperor!"]
[After the face-slapping, write "Kneeling before the Great Emperor asking for mercy" "Not worth a blow!" "The Great Emperor’s evil smile shattered mountains and rivers, caused the gods to fall, left the Watchers in shock, made the little magpie admire and all people worship and bow down!"]
[Remember to highlight the Golden Finger and the progress of power at each stage.]
[A story that’s not exciting, no one will read.]
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[To my friend:]
[Wow, that’s amazing.]
[Is it really like that? (Doubtful)]
[I will try it, thank you friend (Lowering my eyes, then softly humming, slightly raising my eyebrows and curling my lips)]
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[To Sique:]
[What do your parentheses mean?]
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[To my friend:]
[It’s a new creation method my master taught recently (Eyes brightened, bursting into laughter from the throat, eyebrows relaxed, eyes filled with joy)]
[Master says, aside from creation, I should become an all-round talent. She knows astronomy, geography, astrology, flower art, tea art, calligraphy, painting, carving, cooking, swordsmanship, horseback shooting...I wonder what you’d like to learn?]
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[To Sique:]
[Do whatever interests you.]
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[To my friend:]
[Me? I am somewhat homesick...my friend, I want to go home.]
[I miss the red bean porridge from Qiao and the wheat-heart cakes from my sister. But to bring them honor...I still need to stay here.]
[I will become their pride.]
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[To Sique:]
[Don’t underestimate yourself, you are already impressive enough.]
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[To my friend:]
[I’m not a genius, I’m just a pig at the forefront of the wind.]
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[To Sique:]
[But you are young, don’t push yourself too hard. Your achievements are already remarkable compared to your peers.]
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[To my friend:]
[But it’s not enough, not enough... there are still those younger than me who are better at storytelling. I can’t squander time, even if I’m very tired...wow, the ink is smudged.]
[My master told me, the inspiration of young people is only temporary, and I’m still far from enough.]
[People hold me up because I am only a teenager. But when I grow older, their attention will naturally decline, leaving me eventually mundane.]
[Moreover, the lifespan of the Magpie Clan is shorter, only twenty years; I am actually...entering old age.]
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[To Sique:]
[You will become a great person in the future.]
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[To my friend:]
[...really?]
[I am starting to believe that you are a God who can foresee the future.]
[Thank you for always encouraging me, Lighthouse God.]
[When I am 18, when I compete in the Creator of Radiant Shepherd competition and win the championship, I hope to see you face to face, can I?]
[You are my best recent friend, perhaps a long-lasting one too.]
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Su Ming’an hesitated for a while, thinking that perhaps he could meet Sique through cloning.
He wrote down a reply:
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[To my friend Sique:]
[Alright.]
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[Memory Progress: 60%]
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Half a year later, Xiao Bai brought back a girl.
"From now on, this is your junior sister," Xiao Bai told Su Ming’an.
The girl had beautiful, pitch-black hair, her eyes like morning dew.
It was said that the girl’s parents were both knights who died in the early years during the Red Tower Imperial Power’s infighting. As Xiao Bai passed by the devastated Imperial Palace, he saw the girl—protecting a group of children, using her body as a shield, firmly blocking the enemy, with a knight-like resolution in her expression.