Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1645: Final - : Guardian Shore Line – "OE: Perished from the Sea (29)

Chapter 1645: Final Chapter: Guardian Shore Line – "OE: Perished from the Sea (29)

Five days before the farewell, Yamada Machiichi barged into Su Ming’an’s room.

"Don’t, don’t kick me out!" Yamada Machiichi shouted skillfully, having been kicked out too many times before, "I brought you milk tea! Here it is, I’m leaving!"

"Yamada." But this time, Su Ming’an didn’t kick him out.

Yamada Machiichi turned around and saw the deity silently standing under the red hose.

"Show me your two-dimensional shopping map plan."

Yamada Machiichi immediately took out the planning map he had kept in his pocket for decades and handed it to Su Ming’an, presenting himself as if seeking credit, vividly introducing: "Look, there are many famous IPs here, this side is official, and that side is fan-made. It’s different now, during the World Game they have lots of peripherals, I filtered out the parts you don’t want to see, leaving only fresh, handsome, healthy ones..."

The frost-like deity listened quietly, as if in this moment, they imagined passing through the streets, with countless blooming flowers falling.

Su Ming’an put away the map, placing it in the glass cabinet along with rings and other ornaments.

...

Three days before the farewell, Yuanyuan came.

"A thousand beautiful dreams, you’ve only used a few." Yuanyuan rubbed her eyes as she appeared, yawning and walking into the dream, "You haven’t been sleeping well, have you?"

"You stayed inside the World Game, how are you appearing?" Su Ming’an asked in confusion. Logically, he should never see Yuanyuan again.

"Don’t worry, the me here isn’t the real me. It is instead a mechanism I left for you." Yuanyuan said, "—When you are wholeheartedly willing to die, you will dream this dream."

"Is that so." Su Ming’an lowered his hand, "You’re still just a dream."

There was neither a magnificent view nor spring light, only the blank space with a black-haired girl standing. She pursed her lips and paused, then said:

"Is this enough?"

She gazed at him with her eyes, only inquiry in them.

"It’s enough." Su Ming’an said.

Yuanyuan was silent for a while and opened her hand, revealing a chocolate wrapped in a bubble, "All these years during your birthday, I couldn’t give you a gift, this is my makeup gift for you, called ’happiness chocolate’. Eat it, and when you wake up, you’ll feel no pain, you’ll become the happiest person in the world..."

"You know I don’t like things that numb myself."

"Then..."

However, Su Ming’an took it, gently putting the chocolate in his mouth, the thick sweetness melting.

"But."

He said,

"Too bitter, too bitter..."

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Two days before the farewell, an unexpected guest visited the room.

The person was just a phantom, with vague facial features revealed.

"Is this the end you’ve chosen for yourself?" The phantom lightly said while adjusting the brim of his hat, "I thought it would be more unusual."

"Perhaps it will be, just watch." Su Ming’an’s hands were hiding under the table, operating something.

"Oh?" The phantom said, "I’ve sensed joy, happiness, delight within you... These don’t seem like normal emotions. Have you hypnotized yourself again? To be less sad tomorrow?"

"Maybe because of a very sweet chocolate."

"You’ve done your secrecy work very well, I’ve spied for long without discovering who you’ve secretly contacted in dreams over the years, what big surprise are you preparing, what spectacular magic will manifest?" The phantom said, "If it’s just a sacrifice, that would be too disappointing to me."

"Noel Agnini." Su Ming’an suddenly said.

The phantom paused, immediately vigilant of Su Ming’an’s hands hidden under the table, as if Su Ming’an had a technique to trap the projection and wanted to harm his real self?

"Look." Su Ming’an released his hands.

The phantom immediately raised his staff and retreated.

What met the eyes was not a trap or weapon — but in Su Ming’an’s hands, a colorful block construction assembled from pyramids, cylinders, rectangular bodies. It was identical to the block tower built when they allied.

"You..." The phantom exclaimed in surprise.

"Move along." Su Ming’an tossed the blocks with his hands like a child, throwing them at the phantom.

Noel didn’t expect, at this last meeting, Su Ming’an didn’t say any words of retention, didn’t probe for information, didn’t discuss anything about the Awakeners, but like a sulking child threw a block castle without any lethal force at him.

Just like a child throwing a sandbag in anger at a disliked peer.

Noel, lacking access rights, was forced to leave the world due to a World Master’s offensive gesture.

Standing deep in the Star Sea, Noel was silent for a long time, softly said.

"I almost forgot, true friend."

"You’ve always been headstrong in choosing your own end. Never listening to others’ words or being influenced and moved right before departure. You’ve always been so determined."

"Which means, you’ve completely made up your mind."

He turned around, his figure gradually disappearing.

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The day before farewell, Su Ming’an infused all his strength into the World Tree, with no strength to support this broken body, his mental state suddenly deteriorated, for a few minutes forgetting who he was.

Thankfully he ate Yuanyuan’s chocolate and could barely maintain action.

Companions gathered in the room, originally able to fill the entire room with twenty people, now only five remained.

"Who am I?" The young man on the chair asked himself.

"You are Su Ming’an." Lin Yin said.

"Who are you?" The young man on the chair pointed at Bei Wang and asked.

"I am Bei Wang." Bei Wang did his best to make his speech complete.

"Who’s that?" The young man on the chair pointed to the photo wall beside him.

On the photo wall were pictures taken over the past hundred years, and Su Ming’an pointed at a black-haired, black-eyed girl.

"She is Yuanyuan," Yi Song said.

"Hmm..." The young man was silent for a moment, nodding, "She looks nice, I want to be good friends with her."

Lin Yin laughed with tears in her eyes, "You are already good friends! Very good friends!"

"And..." The young man’s finger moved, pointing to photo after photo, "That one."

"That is Luna, you met her in the Seventh World," Yamada Machiichi followed up with an explanation.

"I want to be friends with her too... and that photo."

"He’s Lu... a very gentle person," Yi Song said.

"I want to meet him, I want to talk to him, I feel that talking with him would be very comforting..."

"You might not be able to see him for now..." Lin Yin stammered.

"And that one."

"She’s Isabella, a very gentle and stable lady."

"That one."

"He’s Eni, loud and boisterous, but very responsible."

"That one."

"He’s Boris, always mysterious, but he respects you greatly."

Each person Su Ming’an pointed to was someone familiar to him.

It seemed that even if he forgot everything, he could still remember these figures, remember they could be good friends.

Turns out, love truly enables one to recognize the direction of affection, no matter what.

Once, Lin Yin watched a video. An old man with Alzheimer’s forgot everything, but when his old companion reappeared before him, the old man asked: Can I dance with you?

"Can I dance with you, gentlemen and ladies whom I feel so familiar with..." The "old man" in the wheelchair looked over.

For a fleeting moment, those golden eyes held a pitch-black origin color.

"Embrace me?"

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On the last day before the end, beneath the vast and boundless star map, they held hands and embraced, dancing together with the "old man."

The star sea flowed overhead, light condensed into a waterfall, Lin Yin’s hand gently supported his back, Yamada Machiichi by his shoulder, they carefully embraced him as if picking up a fragile piece of moonlight. His body was light, as though hollowed-out by time like a cicada’s shell.

They moved their steps, danced a pre-apocalypse dance. His pace was sluggish and soft, nearly entirely supported by the arms of his companions. Lin Yin briefly pressed her cheek against his cool white hair, guiding his feeble hand, forward, forward.

The "old man" who had eaten chocolate felt no pain, no sadness, only incomparable happiness.

In his ear, the distant singing of a girl seemed to play, like a dream brought by chocolate.

"The fairytale book under the pillow,"

"The secretly collected happiness,"

"What emotions did the youthful me want to express..."

Hair hanging from the wheelchair danced with their movements, like the last leaf falling from a branch at the end of autumn.

The morrow no longer exists.

They spun, as if afraid to disturb a delicate dream. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Light streamed through his sunken eyes, over his sharp cheekbones, yet he smiled. The pure happiness brought by chocolate made Su Ming’an’s face break into an almost naive smile.

He gazed at these blurry yet warm figures, eyes passing over Lin Yin’s brow, holding back grief, Yamada Machiichi’s reddening nose tip, Bei Wang’s tense jaw, Yi Song’s eyes behind the glasses, the familiar yet unfamiliar faces on the photo wall... he seemed to want to engrave these faces into his bones.

Then, he finally slowly revealed a relieved, as if letting go of everything, clean and beautiful smile.

"So good!"

"I am so happy now!"

"Lü Shu, Lin Yin, Yamada, Bei Wang, Yi Song. Thank you all!"

"--Now, I am the happiest person in the world!"

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So, do not betray the happiness I have with you.

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"Ahhhh----!"

On a high mountain, Lü Shu roared, lifting high the Black Blade bearing the weight of entire civilization, his whole body almost about to explode from pain, he marched forward with all his might, towards that figure bright as flames.

In that moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if a pitch-black curtain was lifted away. Those dim green eyes transformed into black for a fleeting moment.

That person was looking back at him.

This world is not beautiful.

Some people desperately pursue desires, stepping on the spines of the weak, arrogantly treating interests as their own.

Some people use friendship as a bargaining chip, crushing true hearts into powder with laughter, deceiving old friends with lies.

Some people forge a child’s innocence into weapons, and put the conscience of scholars up for sale.

Some people act in the name of preserving civilization, executing the reality of cold dictatorship, tying the future of seventy billion lives to a meticulously crafted deception.

Some are good people, some are bad, and some, are themselves as well.

If possible, they wish that when they wake up, it’s just a dream, they are still under the flowering tree, drinking a never-ending beverage.

They also wish they just fell asleep from staying up late, waking up still covered by a blanket.

However, the snow soaked through them, and the youth was already gray-haired.

At this moment, he heard the countless echoes of the "Mortal World" by his ear——at the end of his gaze, someone was standing there, smiling, looking at him, waiting.

——Swing the blade, Lü Shu.

——Across that vast, long horizon, a new Ark is setting sail, the daylight’s brightness soaking everything, making it all seem so insignificant.

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["Lü Shu, tomorrow’s chopping down the World Tree, do you hope my last Chess Piece is success or failure?"]

["...I hope you live."]

["Then that’s failure?"]

["Live."]

["...Live."]

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["I won’t die."]

["Believe me. Just like Acto from Kaius Tower, whenever his death is reported, it is actually for a better return. So if you hear about my death next time, don’t be sad, just think I’m coming back soon. Every death in the future will be part of my plan."]

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["Let us meet again in the warmth of the ending New World."]

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"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah—cough, cough... Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Wanting to be a green boat, hoping one day to cross all rivers and the vast sea, sail past the end of spring, towards you, towards you all.

"Liar—liar—liar!!!"

The journey might be bumpy and rough, but don’t worry, I will certainly meet you all, in springtime, after dawn, in a carefree future.

"I will never believe you again! Never fight for you again—’bad person’—!"

Believe me, I will live for a long time, I will travel the world, reach the universe... and come to you all.

"Wow—!!!"

At the instant the blade fell, Lü Shu sensed a pair of eyes, a face not yet frozen.

It was a full, warm, healthy smile, he seemed tired as if about to fall asleep, eyes returning to the original ink color, like a youth starting a journey for the first time. He wore a white long shirt, opened his arms beneath the tree, as if to embrace the spring light.

Such a high-spirited youth, he seemed to be wearing different clothes, suits, soul hunting suits, lab coats, divine robes... numerous hair and eye colors layered upon him, eventually turning into the initial ink black, like when he stepped out of the cafe. He looked sleepy, like he hadn’t adjusted from staying up late, his backpack full of university textbooks, the bitter aroma of coffee lingering.

Then, it seemed a soul spirit emerged from him, resembling a Lighthouse. The Lighthouse soul spirit glanced around him, traveled countless paths through countless scenes, cities coiled by Evil Dragons, bright twinkling night skies, towering buildings piercing clouds, floating strongholds... he flew with the Lighthouse for a long time, searched for a long time... finally, it seemed he excluded all wrong paths and found the correct answer.

He smiled, looked at himself, took out a sharp blade edge, pierced into his heart, and his heart bloomed countless crystalline leaves and flowers.

This is the answer he found through his arduous journey.

"No—!" Lü Shu couldn’t discern what he saw at that moment, just an illusion. The man was clearly still quietly standing under the World Tree, awaiting the blade edge.

The next instant, his blade fell down.

"Boom—!!!"

Like the first spark at the start of creation, turning into a sweeping tide.

The suddenly erupting light instantly engulfed Su Ming’an’s figure, swallowed Lü Shu’s rigid shape, devoured distant cameras and helicopters. It surged over the towering White Tower of the World Hub, submerged the vast sky.

The majestic shadow of the World Tree appeared in pure white, its branches penetrating the planet, roots entangled in mountains, from the first contact with the blade edge, it splendidly disintegrated, turning into countless flying specks of light. It gushed outward, swept across the sky and ocean, across the boundless universe.

Every corner of the planet, whether city or wilderness, every uplifted face was illuminated at that moment.

An existence condensing the fate of billions of souls and the whole weight of a planet was returning itself to the world.

The light pierced the high heavens, traversed the spaceships beyond the planet, swept past the windows of every Ark, painting the pitch-black universe into boundless daylight.

The vast torrent flowed, roared, howled, it was the last Chess Piece of Su Ming’an’s century layout, his final step, and the most magnificent flame burning in a grand sacrifice.

"Wow—!"

Suddenly, the sky shone brightly.

Lü Shu stood at the center of the light stream, clearly "seeing" it all.

Yes, he could see it now.

At the moment the blade edge fell, a massive energy flooded his body, his eyes dyed with deep black, turning into a profound dark green, instantly restoring vision.

Su Ming’an gave him his eyes.

He clearly saw——at the source of endless light, the figure in white was fading, as if ink spilling into water, dissolving in this daylight he personally created. That person still seemed to have a pure smile, as if not headed towards an end, but to a long-awaited rendezvous in the spring.

He saw that person’s smile, that person’s gently waving hand.

Goodbye.

The snow whirled past his ears, lifting Lü Shu’s white hair; he seemed to be running towards dawn, with majestic mountains in his chest, while streams flowed unceasingly beneath his feet, coursing through the vast rivers.

"Su Ming’an...!" he reached out his hand, calling in vain.

At this moment, it seemed as if endless daylight rose from the ground, with the long night falling towards dawn, like a fire lifted in the black night, tearing through the Cang Mountain and the earth.

"Su... Ming’an...!" someone else was also calling.

"Su Ming’an...!" Countless people were calling. They seemed to have realized something, because Su Ming’an offered no resistance in the end; he certainly wasn’t a deity losing control.

"——!"

The giant tree before him gradually transformed into a flowing expanse of vast white snow, drifting along with the dawn towards all directions, towards the Cang Mountain and rivers, towards the wheat fields and countryside, towards the white birds on streetlights, the sunlight in the sky, towards the sunflowers in flowerbeds, the ever-burning torches of day and night, towards the fireflies of daylight, the stars of the long night, towards the candy in children’s hands, their eyes.

The splendid cloudless sunshine fell straight down, and the air scattered in dance.

As if mighty ocean waves were faintly being raised, rushing towards the steadfast Yizhu Star. People caught the scent of sky and sea, as if everything was upside down for a moment, with the sky turned to sea, and the sea to sky.

Lü Shu suddenly felt an itch in his palm.

He lowered his head, looking at his palm, then suddenly trembled, covering his face with his hand.

"Ah..."

In his palm, somehow lay a broad leaf of the World Tree. In the leaf’s veins, elegantly and freely penned, was a passage:

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"Lü Shu, have I ever told you, that you are also the ’good person’ in my heart?"

"When I sensed all the doubt and cold stares, it was you who unwaveringly believed in me, believed in me, this ’Prophet’ whom no one trusted. When the whole world doubted me, it was you who became a blade edge for me."

"’Good person’ is not originally a unidirectional term; I don’t know from when, but you all became a part of my life too. To you, the ’good person’ in my heart, Lü Shu, I wish you enduring green pines and uncorrupted soul. And I wish for you all, a spring-filled path ahead."

"——When the spring flowers bloom at the New Year, please send me your completed ’Lighthouse Observation Notes’."

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Countless times, countless times, the deity rose to gaze upon the moon.

The brook babbled, the moon sank all around; he could not see the eyes of old friends, nor the original lofty ambitions and youthful vigor.

Life flowed as it did a millennium ago. Only the ginkgo outside the window remained unchanged, never following trends to alter its splendor.

He ascended the high mountains, and descended to the Mortal World.

He flowed towards the boundless earth, a sentiment of life’s pulsation.

He had heard the most cacophonous noise of the marketplace, a harmony more intricate than any Holy Song. He sat on the stone mill at the village entrance, listening to the elders with toothless mouths, telling tales not of deities and redemption, but of rainfall, harvests, marriages, and funerals.

The evening wind came, the old ginkgo rustled, yet new leaves spun down.

He saw the myriad household lights illuminate one by one, the warm yellow halos mingling with the cool moonlight, weaving a new curtain over the Mortal World. He saw beneath the cliffs a shepherd boy looking up, the herdsmen recalling past joys. He saw the newly growing roses on familiar fields once again.

He wrote the end for himself.

His will flowed through the winding rivers, his breathing rose and fell between rolling mountain ranges, his mercy hidden in the rose’s seed breaking through the soil, his gaze breaking at the newly born dawn.

Thus, the deity became concealed.

The mountains and rivers whispered.

All things shone.

My heart is like a rock,

Never to be turned.

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December 31, 2118.

The deity has died.

——The sun rose.

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(&...@*!!)

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[(About to enter Observation’s branching point.)]

[(If the anchor point is set to "Interlude: After Handshaking with Noel," please continue observation.)]

[(If the Observer has not observed "Interlude: After Handshaking with Noel," please end the observation, be deceived by Su Ming’an, and cease all Observation and anchoring of the "Book of the Universe," solidifying this as the final outcome.)]

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