Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 845 - 842: "Peak Alliance Founding Ceremony.

Su Ming’an fell asleep in the lakeside cabin.

The cabin sat by the lake, hidden amidst the intertwining shadows of trees, with moonlight streaming through the window screens, illuminating the mimosa at the window’s edge.

This type of building on the outskirts of the scenic area was a free accommodation; as long as there was no one inside, anyone could stay.

"Splash——"

Sounds of flowing water came from outside the window. Many people originally from the Jiangnan water towns lived near the lake. While boating, Noel had chatted with these people a few times.

"I come from Huizhou, lived by the river, and used to see fishermen on the river every morning when I woke up."

"I’m getting old, don’t want to fight and kill, scared of bleeding, adventure is something only young people can handle. People like me are satisfied with fishing and lake tours. As for the future, I’ll leave it to those above; with so many people, things will be arranged."

"I don’t really care what the aliens want to do, the origin of the world, the so-called civilization war, the Original Universe, Mobius, it’s all irrelevant to me..."

These people wore clothes like fishermen, rowing their paddles, taking their small boats towards the depths of the moonlight.

They talked about parents and children, everyday life, practically about everything, except the city’s systems, the rise and fall of nations, and the fate of civilizations.

Su Ming’an lay in the hammock, thinking about their words, and gradually fell asleep.

A dreamless night.

When he opened his eyes, the morning light poured through the curtains into his pupils. Others were probably still asleep, the other rooms silent.

The founding ceremony of the Peak Alliance was at eight in the morning, he glanced at the World Forum, where a lot of hype had already been generated, with many people already waiting with their small stools to watch the live stream.

He sat by the table, waiting for the others to wake up.

The previous resident of this cabin was unknown, but the cupboards had neatly arranged bowls and chopsticks, and there were torn calendars on the wall, indicating someone had lived here for a significant period of time.

When he drew the curtains, his hand accidentally touched a yellowed notebook on the table, and with a rustling sound, dozens of postcards flew out, scattering on the floor.

He picked up the postcards one by one and saw the handwritten text on them.

The postcards were dust-covered, seemingly intended to be sent out but left in the small cabin for unknown reasons. The handwritten words were left by a previous occupant.

[Mom, I miss you.]

[Mom, are you okay on Zhai Xing? I promise to return at the end of the year.]

[Mom, I won’t let anyone bully you anymore, whether it’s the landlord, neighbors, or city management. No one can hurt you; I’ll protect you.]

[Today I went boating on the lake and saw the osmanthus trees blooming golden on both sides, and they reminded me of you.]

[I remember the osmanthus cake you made, better than those from big restaurants. You said, once you’ve earned enough money from your stall, we could move from our small shanty to a big house, no longer needing to endure the weather, and I could afford college.]

[But I want to save money for your treatment. I heard that stomach cancer can be excruciatingly painful in the end, as if you could die from the pain. I don’t want you to go through that.]

[That’s why I chose the Healing occupation. Judge Rabbit said we could bring back some of our gains from the World Game. I think if I become strong enough, I can cure your stomach cancer when I return. I don’t care about any civilization or war or the organizers.]

[Except for you, I don’t want anything else.]

Su Ming’an’s hand paused slightly, gently closing the cracked envelope.

Scattered around the notebook were more postcards, with handwriting more chaotic than before.

[Mom, I’ve returned from White Sand Paradise.]

[The teachers in White Sand said I couldn’t excel, claiming society wouldn’t accept someone like me, and they burned me. The sensation of death was really painful.]

[But it doesn’t matter, I want to cure your illness, no matter the pain, I will step in. Like my idol Su Ming’an, who is as old as I am, he’s so amazing, I want to be like him.]

[Mom, so you can survive, even if I’m tortured into a madman, I will keep going.]

[A year from now, I’ll bring all the postcards to see you. By then we can definitely live in a big house and cure your illness, sitting under a tree eating osmanthus cake together.]

[We definitely can.]

Su Ming’an put this stack of postcards back into the envelope, noticing there were no more subsequent postcards.

Everything ended on the last postcard; beyond that was a blank space, as if the writer’s life ended after White Sand Paradise, with no knowledge of what they experienced in the Seventh World.

...The Seventh World had the Tulip Princess that killed souls and sea monsters that consumed souls.

Su Ming’an neatly placed the envelope back on the table, opening the door to find a figure waiting at the entrance, shoulders damp with mist.

"Su Rin?" Su Ming’an looked at Su Rin.

Su Rin walked closer, flicking his finger with a red envelope clamped between two fingers.

"I heard you Dragon Country people receive red envelopes during New Year." Su Rin held the red envelope between his fingers.

"Have you heard it’s usually elders giving to juniors?" Su Ming’an glanced at the bulging red packet. "Which elder do you want to be for me?"

Su Rin did not respond, still holding the red envelope.

The sound of doors opening came from nearby, as others gradually awoke. Upon hearing the commotion, Su Ming’an quickly pocketed the red envelope to avoid anyone making jokes.

"When are you taking me back to Pulaya?" After giving the red envelope, Su Rin straightforwardly asked.

"Tomorrow. These days, players have been gradually returning; I’ll have time tomorrow."

"Okay." Satisfied with the answer, Su Rin turned and left.

After Su Rin left, Su Ming’an opened the red envelope, finding some things resembling tickets inside. Plated in platinum, a white plaster angel image dominated the front, with some Pulaya text on the back. The ticket shimmered under the light when flipped.

...

[Pray to the deity of Yun Shang City, and the deity will forgive your wrongs.]

[When you kneel in the church and pray devoutly, the angels who enjoy Yun Shang City will hear your confusion. Your voice will reach the deity through the Burning Stone. The residents who enjoy Yun Shang City will also receive your message, and you will emerge from the flames of purgatory.]

...

This is... a Redemption Ticket, isn’t it?

Similar to a Redemption Ticket, it’s probably a kind of admission pass from the Pulaya Church of Light in the past. These can only be issued by the Church of Light, and these must be handmade by Su Rin.

...Why would Su Rin give him such things?

Su Ming’an put away the red envelope, watching as Lin Yin was the last to step out, with the others already waiting outside.

The journey was at its end, and they were about to part ways.

Lin Yin mentioned yesterday that during the farewell, everyone should give gifts to one another. Since it’s mutual, there were no transaction restrictions.

"Here, a gift for you, I’ve been really happy these past few days."

Lin Yin gave Su Ming’an a sheet of music. She said that they could play together if they had time. Su Ming’an’s return gift was a bamboo flute, as Lin Yin was known to love collecting flutes.

Su Ming’an gave Lv Shu a metal ginkgo bookmark. Lv Shu’s return gift was a bag of cat food.

"This is homemade cat food by me." Lv Shu carefully put the ginkgo bookmark into his chest pocket: "Su Ming’an, haven’t you given the white cat a name yet?"

Su Ming’an thought about it: "No, I haven’t."

"Then how about calling it Little..." Lv Shu began.

"No, no, no." As soon as Su Ming’an heard it, he knew what name Lv Shu was about to suggest. Thinking of the chubby white cat, he said, "Let’s just call it White Ball."

Lv Shu praised, "That’s a great name."

...

Su Ming’an gave Luna a scarf embroidered with the moon. Luna couldn’t give anything back because she had no Points yet.

"I’ll remember this," Luna said earnestly as she took the scarf.

"If you have trouble in the next instance..." Su Ming’an started.

"No need." Luna shook her head: "I’m a very stubborn person. If you help me, I might not like it. I’d prefer to make it through on my own."

"Thank you," Su Ming’an said.

...

Su Ming’an gave Yamada Machiichi a book. During their stroll, Yamada Machiichi had kept glancing at this book on display, so Su Ming’an bought it for him.

"For you." Su Ming’an glanced at the ornate lettering on the book, which was hard to decipher, only vaguely seeing words like ’Top Secret’ and ’Sweet’: "What kind of book is this?"

"Uh, uh..." Yamada Machiichi blushed as he accepted it, returning the favor with a model of a lighthouse: "It’s a very interesting book."

...

Su Ming’an gave Lu a pair of black gloves. Lu’s return gift was a bag of candy. Lu said that eating candy could improve one’s mood.

He gave Eni a stack of papers, containing Su Ming’an’s thoughts on the Flame Mystery system. Eni’s return gift was also a stack of papers, with his thoughts on the same system.

This swap of opinions on the Fire Mystery left both parties stunned.

Finally, Su Ming’an gave Noel a white feather pen. When it was Noel’s turn, Noel shook his head and said, "The thing I’m giving you will come tonight."

"Tonight?" Su Ming’an asked.

"You promised me." Noel held up a finger to his lips: "We’re going to a wedding tonight."

"Just the two of you sneaking out to play at night?" Lin Yin was alert: "We’ll see you off together."

They all knew that Noel was going to be taken by the organizers tonight.

Noel just smiled.

"It’s not a big deal; you don’t have to see me off."

"Just let me leave quietly."

At eight in the morning.

After finishing the gift exchange, time was close to the meeting time. Su Ming’an put away these gifts.

Before leaving, he glanced back.

The lush layers of trees overlapped, and the cabin stood deep in the forest. Its windows were still open, with stacks of postcards neatly placed at the edge of the table, as if waiting for their owner to return home.

Fishermen by the lake were casting their rods, shouting as they hauled in the nets. Along the roadside stream stood fishermen wearing bamboo hats, and a few middle-aged people carrying buckets walked by, seemingly detached from worldly concerns.

This brief, ordinary moment.

Su Ming’an blinked, then turned his head, no longer looking back at everything behind him.

...

"Swish——!"

With a white light teleportation, Su Ming’an arrived at the Peak Alliance headquarters.

The Peak Alliance centered around the top nine ranked adventurer players, supplemented by hundreds of secondary profession players, with the aim of maintaining post-war order and assisting top-ranked players. Although the number of members was not as large as a guild, its scale was considerable.

The alliance headquarters had already developed to the scale of a small town, presumably built in advance by Lu and Luna. It included secondary profession players’ forge and potion houses, tailoring shops, as well as small arenas and training fields. The overall architectural style leaned towards the Middle Ages, with red and white brick tiles and prominent roofs.

Most striking was a towering ancient castle in the center, with its Gothic spire reaching the sky as if piercing through. Its windows were of church-style stained glass, and two pure white statues, faces indistinct, stood on either side, while spiral staircases encircled the castle like coiled dark serpents.

——This castle was the central conference hall of the Peak Alliance.

Some players were already living at the alliance headquarters. Seeing Su Ming’an and his group come out of the teleportation formation, they were excited but quietly watched from both sides, with no one rushing forward.

"These people are all members of the alliance, drawn by our reputation, and most genuinely like us," Luna explained to Su Ming’an: "Just as the United Group once supported Edward, these members can also step in for us without compensation, giving us props and equipment."

"Impressive execution," Su Ming’an commented.

In the Eighth World, Lu had once told him he wanted to create an organization like the United Group, where those who genuinely liked them could help them. In just over a month, this vision had come true.

Inside the castle, long tables were already set, with several golden candlesticks silently burning on them, and the ceiling was painted with a church-style story, seemingly a legend of some deity.

Due to the live broadcast being on, Su Ming’an didn’t ask Lu why he designed the meeting room to resemble a haunted place. Beside him, Lv Shu almost tripped over a table leg.

The other four members of the Peak Alliance were already there waiting.

Bei Wang lay sprawled on the table, as sleepy as ever, his eyes half-open.

Isabella was a scientist with long brown curly hair. Apart from occasionally showing a crazy side during her research, she was usually gentle. Resting her chin on her hand, she wrote and drew in her notebook.

Alger was a red-haired man wearing leather, exuding a rebellious personality. He idly traced circles on the table with a fork, not even looking up at the commotion.

Shiyi was a black-haired woman who nodded slightly at the group, her lips pressed into a tight line. Wearing a black long dress with a white flower hairpin, she appeared young yet was actually over forty. Her posture was upright, like a black cat lady.

As everyone took their seats, a "dong——" resonated through the castle, seemingly a bell from its top, symbolizing the start of the founding ceremony.

The castle doors slowly closed, sealing away the last bit of morning light from outside.

Only the candlelight flickered gently.

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