Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1408 - 59: "Forget... Me.

Chapter 1408: Chapter 59: "Forget... Me.
Luowasha First Epoch, Stars Era.
Half-star migration, humans descended to earth. Demon Mother Goddess nurtured the Demon Race into a rampant plague, Brave Salmos collaborated with Time Elf Ming Rui to slay the Four Great Demon Clans.
Luowasha Second Epoch, Genesis Era.
"Olivius" picked the Creation Star, watching over the world with pen and ink, all living beings fell with the apple, the wildfire of the War of Eden remained unextinguished.
Luowasha Third Epoch, Immortal Tao Era.
The Creator’s fantasy lifted the Immortal Hero world. The inorganic tide sought to annihilate the organic world, ending on The Day of God’s Fall.
Luowasha Fourth Epoch, Demon Era.
Dawn Knight, Paradox Hermit, Order Guardian, Divine Presence Hymn, Sanctuary Mountain, Interstellar Gallery, Wandering Sinner, Wheel of Destiny, Hand of Chaos, Eternal Sea, Mist Gap Magician, Mirror of Concepts, Heavenly Calamities, Death Arbiters, Law Pirates, Caged Shepherd, Old Day Raving, Empress’ Mirror—eighteen forces coexisted in the world. The Five Great Planes held their respective roles. Angels and Demons stayed away from all living beings. The War of Eden was declared ended. This, thus, is the most grandiose and peaceful epoch.
Moreover, consideration must be given to Su Ming’an’s interference.
With him present, even predetermined destiny becomes fickle.
——"Supreme Master’s Time Peeping Records"
...
Hui Bai has passed away.
He died of illness on the night Sique was 17 years old.
Before Hui Bai died, Xiao Bai came to his bedside to listen to his last words.
"Master." Hui Bai struggled to sit up. His temples were graying, wrinkles proliferated on his face.
"Do you have anything to say?" Xiao Bai’s light-colored eyes quietly looked at him.
"Master..." Hui Bai said softly: "I miss before...going down the mountain with my senior brothers and sisters, buying rice cake candy by the roadside...it was sweet, very tasty..."
Xiao Bai nodded, taking out two or three rice cake candies from his pocket:
"I knew you liked them, so I already bought them."
Hui Bai’s pupils trembled slightly, revealing a smile full of wrinkles: "Master seemed strict with the three of us superficially, but actually had a soft heart...even remembered such things..."
Xiao Bai directly pushed the candy into his mouth: "Talkative."
Hui Bai’s furrowed brows relaxed: "Master, won’t you eat?"
Xiao Bai shook her head: "Candy, after all, is merely a polyhydroxy aldehyde, polyhydroxy ketone, and organic compounds that hydrolyze to generate polyhydroxy aldehydes or polyhydroxy ketones. I’m not interested."
Before Xiao Bai could finish, Hui Bai pushed another candy into her mouth.
The eyes like glass slightly widened, the sweetness in the mouth soon dissolved.
This act of utter rebellion did not provoke a thunderous rage. Xiao Bai pressed her fingers against her lips, quietly looking at Hui Bai.
Hui Bai knew that Master was an Immortal, the highest existence in Luowasha. In her long life, his life was as insignificant as a mayfly; he merely feared being forgotten by Master and his senior brothers and sisters.
After reincarnation, he would lose his memory. Who would remember his brief seventeen years?
"Master, how does it taste?"
Xiao Bai’s eyelids lowered, eyes drooping.
She was silent for a moment, then gently said:
...
"Sweet."
"...Sweet."
...
She has always been the Immortal, overlooking all living beings.
But when he held onto her sleeve, she stooped for him.
"Master, would you make a bet with me?"
"A bet on what?"
"After I die, my corpse will turn into fish eggs. Let’s bet...that when I break out of the egg and am reborn, I can still recognize you."
"It’s impossible; you won’t remember anything." Xiao Bai hesitated for a moment, words shifting: "What if I win? What if I lose?"
Though Hui Bai can reincarnate, the forgetful Hui Bai could not be today’s Hui Bai. For Hui Bai, each life equates to true death.
Thus, this is Hui Bai’s last wish.
Hui Bai’s throat emitted a broken bellows-like sound, adam’s apple trembling, he slowly uttered his final words:
"If I win... please trouble Master... to continue writing the World Book with me..."
"If I lose... please trouble Master..."
He slowly closed his eyes, a tear flowing from the corner.
"Forget...me..."
Soon, the room was silent.
The dim lamp flickered "crackle," Xiao Bai stood at the bedside, covered Hui Bai’s corpse with white cloth, standing for a long while.
Qianqin and Sique had already gone down the mountain; it was Hui Bai’s intention, not wanting the farewell to be overly sorrowful.
After a long pause, Xiao Bai gently spoke:
"Alright, I’ll bet with you."
"If you win, I will appoint you as the [Order Guardian]. In the future, write the World Book with me."
"I... never understood you; although your lives are transient, you always aim to leave behind something."
Her lips halted, as if rice cake candy still lingered in her mouth:
"True Heart...you possess a True Heart."
...
"You possess a True Heart. Hui Bai."
...
Creation indeed consumes life force.
In just a month, Sique’s body rapidly weakened. His life had three years left, but shrinking so fast, he probably wouldn’t reach eighteen.
Though knowing Sique could live long, Su Ming’an felt somewhat worried.
Ten months away from his eighteenth birthday, Sique began feeling tired day after day, unable to keep food down, muscles atrophied, hair gradually dyed white.
Nine months away from his eighteenth birthday, Sique was already seated in a wheelchair, unable to walk, organs aged, yet he still wielded his pen, thus persisted in Creation.
Eight months away from his eighteenth birthday, Xiao Bai brought an unexpected person.
—purple hair, golden eyes, handsome appearance, draped in red.
World Master.
Ever since being written by Sique and running away from home, the World Master was unexpectedly led up the Divine Mountain by Xiao Bai.
The World Master looked pale and was barely breathing, appearing to be on the brink of death.
Xiao Bai said that after the World Master ran away, he unfortunately caught the gaze of the Demon Mother Goddess, which resulted in his soul becoming polluted, and after many years, he could no longer hold on.
She thought Sique might want to meet the World Master for the last time, so she brought the dying World Master over.
"...When you walked out the door back then, you should have turned left." Sique looked at the dying World Master and sighed.
Back then, Sique had exhausted their best inspiration and finest ink to write the World Master. Sique had prepared a birthday cake for the World Master, which he would have seen had he turned left upon leaving. Perhaps seeing the cake, the World Master wouldn’t have been so resolute, thinking Sique only regarded him as a source of inspiration.
However, after running away from home, the World Master chose to run to the right and missed the cake Sique prepared for him. Soon after, he unexpectedly encountered the Demon Mother Goddess and his soul was severely damaged.
"Friend, do you have a way to save Su Wenjun?" Sique asked in a letter.
"...He’s so rebellious, why do you want to save him?" Su Ming’an replied.
"I’m just curious, his future, his prospects, his development... can bring me a lot of inspiration." Sique’s reply was cold.
Su Ming’an also didn’t want the World Master to die, even though the World Master was unpredictable, but in terms of strength and intelligence, he could be considered a second-generation Noel.
That night, Su Ming’an asked Xiao Bai for help in contacting the High Dimensions.
Xiao Bai is a Watcher, someone who had the chance to ascend dimensions but failed. She knew how to contact the High Dimensions.
"I do know some High Dimensions, which one do you want to contact?" Xiao Bai looked at him: "They’re not easy to deal with, they could swallow you alive at any time, I’d advise you not to approach them."
Su Ming’an laughed: "Strange High Dimensions are indeed dangerous, but I want to contact an acquaintance."
He whispered the name to her, and Xiao Bai nodded. She raised her right hand toward the sky and silently called out.
Before long, a golden-haired youth climbed up the Divine Mountain.
He was six feet tall, holding a Black Bellflower Cane, dusty but still elegant.
"Hmph... I heard a distant call, and came to see, and it turns out it’s you looking for me." Little A’ba leaned on his cane, glancing at Su Ming’an: "What do you want?"
"Little A’ba, I need your help," Su Ming’an said frankly. "You’re good at slicing, can you please slice the World Master into two parts? One part to contain the pollution left by the Demon Mother Goddess, and the other part to be free from pollution and live safely?"
This idea came from himself; he had been sliced into three parts. One part’s death did not affect the other two. If the World Master could also be sliced into two parts, then only one part would die from pollution, while the other could survive.
"Oh? Survival by amputation, is it? Your idea is feasible." Little A’ba folded his arms: "I’m good at slicing, after all, I myself was sliced from Dieying. But... why should I help you?"
"What do you want me to do?" Su Ming’an asked.
Little A’ba squinted, his eyes darting, and whispered, "I’ve heard you’ve parted ways with Noel, how about this, you stab Noel, and I’ll help you."
"I already have."
"Already have?" Little A’ba looked surprised, then burst into hearty laughter, slapping his knee, laughing so hard he doubled over, "The only true Noel, finally you have your day! Hahaha, hahaha—! Finally, you have your day!"
Su Ming’an was expressionless.
Once Little A’ba finished laughing, he wiped the tears from his eyes with a smile: "Alright, to me, it’s merely a lift of the hand, I’ll give it a try."
The tip of the Black Bellflower Cane popped out a black thread, slicing through the World Master like mitosis, splitting the World Master into two people.
—One World Master covered in pollution, and one entirely unpolluted.
The former quickly went mad, unable to bear the pollution all over his body, he screamed and jumped off the Divine Mountain. The latter had a bewildered look, like a blank sheet of paper, entirely unpolluted.
Like a demon, like an angel.
The World Master was successfully split into two parts.
"Render unto God what is God’s and unto Caesar what is Caesar’s," Little A’ba remarked at this scene with satire.
The World Master covered in pollution painfully jumped off the Divine Mountain. The remaining World Master, his rebellious emotions were peeled away along with the pollution, and his nature became pure and unstained.
Su Ming’an’s heart trembled.
He suddenly realized, perhaps the World Master covered in pollution, who jumped off the Divine Mountain... is the World Master he would know in the future.
And this pure, pristine World Master before him might have died midway, never appearing in the future.
"Jumping off the Divine Mountain, shattered into pieces, covered in pollution... did the World Master struggle to live until the future...?" Su Ming’an gazed at the misty clouds beneath the Divine Mountain, his heart trembling:
"No wonder the World Master’s disposition was so violent. Turns out, the World Master didn’t want to be like that, but he couldn’t expel the pollution on him, always in pain, thus gradually becoming mad..."
In the eyes of all beings in Luowasha, the World Master’s disposition was violent and erratic.
In the eyes of the gods, the World Master desecrated goddesses, let the demonization crisis go unchecked, acted recklessly, defied the heavens.
In the perspective of the World Game, the World Master meddled with the High Dimensions, attempting to overthrow the order.
—No matter from which angle, he seemed to be undeniably a "demon."
Su Ming’an’s heart suddenly filled with mixed emotions.
He wanted to save the World Master, yet didn’t expect he had pushed the World Master to misfortune.
...
["When I was born in Luowasha, like Li Mingyue, I appeared out of thin air in this world. But unlike Li Mingyue, I have no memories, don’t know who I was in the past," the World Master said: ]
["Later, for a long time, I was a man without achievements. I was exploited by my superiors, humiliated by higher races, crushed by life, until by chance, I picked up a ’Twelve Stories,’ and used it as bait to deceive several higher races, tricking them into killing each other. I also inspired those poor people like me to rise in rebellion."]
["What I went through, what I lost, is hard to put into words. I admit many of my methods aren’t honorable, and my goals aren’t great—I just wanted power."]
...
Su Ming’an sighed.
Destiny is like the tide, surging waves pushing people forward.
For differentiation, the World Master covered in pollution who jumped off the Divine Mountain is called "Su Wenjun," while this pure and unstained World Master before him is reverted to the original name Sique gave him: "Si Li."
Si Li is smart, suspicious, sensitive, but not crazy, not violent, like a World Master stripped of all negatives. Xiao Bai took Si Li in as a disciple, joining in the grand endeavor of writing the World Book.
However, the most crucial issue now is... Sique’s body.
Sique’s body seems truly unsustainable.
Organs aging, muscles atrophying, unable to move legs, each sleep lasting long, even purple hair showing some frost-white.
The first to notice this was Qianqin. Every morning, she would bring lime cola and finger biscuits.
"Sique... Sique!!"
She called for a long time, and Sique didn’t wake up, promptly calling Xiao Bai.
Sique slowly opened his eyes, the pupils clouded with a white shadow, his hair dry as straw.
Xiao Bai examined Sique’s physical condition, shaking her head: "No, you must put down the pen. If this continues, you won’t even live to 18."
If Su Ming’an wasn’t in Sique, Xiao Bai wouldn’t have given the Feather Pen to Sique, who only had three years to live, as it would soon lead to his death. Her plan was to let Su Ming’an become "Olivius," have Sique refrain from writing, allowing Sique to live longer. But since obtaining the pen, Sique never stopped.
He was too obsessed with genesis, too obsessed with burning himself.
Sique quietly listened to the diagnosis.
"I won’t." He shook his head: "I will live for a long, long time, this is... the prophecy from the Deity within me."