Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 848 - 845 · "Goodbye, Noel.

"Let’s go, let’s look around." Noel and Su Ming’an went to other places. frёewebnoѵēl.com

They went to the nearby Rose Garden, took pictures in front of the angel statue, and visited the nearby bridal shop to see happy couples choosing their wedding dresses. Along the way, Noel talked a lot about love.

Noel said that when he was little, he heard many love stories. Most were like fairy tales with happy endings, which is why he had such expectations for romance.

Noel said that the initial emotions are always the most beautiful, like a newly bloomed rose, but it will fade sooner or later, so when it leaves, don’t be too sad, don’t live in the past.

Listening to Noel’s words, Su Ming’an realized that even in his final moments of leaving, Noel was still trying to help him escape the shadow of his original family.

"...I remember my mom always crying back then, crying so hoarsely, even if I locked the door, hid under the covers, and covered my ears, I could still hear it." Su Ming’an said:

"It’s like that sound has penetrated into my brain. No matter where I am, whether she’s crying or not, as long as I see her, even if she’s smiling, I can hear her crying."

"Later, she was taken to a mental hospital. The day she left, I actually felt a sense of relief that I no longer had to see her cry. Even if she sometimes smiled, all I could hear was the sound of the wind-like crying. I could hear it in every corner of the air."

"So, seeing her leave, I was actually happy for her, because she wouldn’t cry anymore."

Noel listened quietly, holding a Flower Sign in his hand.

This type of Flower Sign, as long as you write your name on it, can convey your good wishes, bringing you happiness in the future. He wrote carefully, stroke by stroke, with a pen.

Under his blond hair, the lines of his nose and cheeks glistened with a moist sheen under the glow of the champagne tower.

Unlike Su Ming’an, his family background was perfect. Just hearing about Su Ming’an’s experiences was painful enough, not to mention for those involved.

"Su Ming’an, you must come to see the lavender in the future." Noel said.

He looked at Su Ming’an, his sea-blue eyes reflecting the Flowgold hue of the champagne tower, his pupils crystal clear, like resplendent glass.

Su Ming’an was slightly startled by this flame-like gaze.

"Why?"

"In my childhood, I often saw lavender fields stretching across hills and plains. Every time I saw them, my heart felt calm and my mood improved." Noel said: "What I saw as beautiful in my childhood, you must see too. What warmth I felt in my childhood, you must also experience. Consider it... compensation. I hope you can receive everything you missed in your childhood."

"If you are missing something, I want to make you whole."

Noel placed the Flower Sign in a box for someone to collect.

A gentle breeze lifted his pure white long garment, the rose branch pinned to his chest swaying.

"I will definitely go see it, I promised yesterday." Su Ming’an said.

"Even if I’m not there, you must go." Noel emphasized.

"You won’t be gone."

Noel chuckled, turning his head to look at the tree full of heart-shaped locks. The tree was tall and lush, with white and red ribbons hanging down, the lock flowers chiming like bells in the wind.

The people on the lawn weren’t as numerous as they were at dusk. Approaching midnight, many had left, leaving only a few people standing on the ground as if waiting for something.

Noel and Su Ming’an stood under the tree, ribbons fluttering above their heads. A myriad of roses and other flowers drifted before them from the chapel.

Noel reached out, and a white dove perched on his fingertip.

He suddenly looked up.

His eyes sparkling:

"Su Ming’an, look up."

Su Ming’an looked up.

Simultaneously, the midnight chimes rang "DONG—" once, the loud sound vibrating the ground beneath them.

The night sky remained the same as before, like a black swan’s curtain, but the moment Su Ming’an looked up—

"POP—!"

Thousands of fireworks burst forth from silence. Bright and colorful, resplendent like white roses blossoming from the black sky.

One by one, golden-white blossoms unfurled in the sky, composed of light and flame, beautiful, each lasting three to five seconds before slowly fading. Then more firework flowers replaced them, twinkling in the sky.

Su Ming’an stood in the night, gazing at these brilliant fireworks. The men and women around him also tilted their heads up, smiling at the dazzling firework show. They held their heads high, happiness written on their faces.

This was the midnight fireworks provided by the wedding venue at the end of the day.

The glow illuminated Noel’s hair, and even though he wore simple clothes today, he was still striking under the light. Although his familiar features appeared quite different today.

"Su Ming’an, I’ve been denied access, and I don’t have Points." Noel said, looking up:

"I can’t exchange for gifts, and I can’t give them to you."

"So, my New Year gift to you is all the words about ’love’ I’ve shared with you—and this firework show for everyone present."

"Do you like these gifts?"

Noel stood beneath the flower tree swaying in the wind, his arms outstretched in question.

At that moment, a gentle sound arose.

"Rustle—"

"Rustle—rustle—rustle—"

The white doves on the lawn suddenly flew around the golden-haired youth. As the youth spread his arms, they circled around him, feathers drifting in the intense flutter, landing on the youth’s golden hair.

They flew low around him, the sound of their white feathers lingering incessantly, like the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix.

Su Ming’an stared stunned at the scene, nodding: "Yes."

People noticed the grand spectacle. All the white doves near the chapel flew toward the flower tree, encircling the golden-haired youth in the center.

As if beating an invisible rhythm, they circled above the youth’s head, as if escorting a young lord.

"Who is that?"

"So many doves flying around him, how is that possible?"

"Looks like Noel, must be a cosplayer."

"Wow, it’s beautiful..."

The white doves flew low, their white feathers swirling.

Noel curled his lips in a relaxed smile, unafraid of anything he might encounter.

This scene reminded Su Ming’an of the moment Noel faced the Organizers, when Noel stood confidently and casually, letting the Organizers wait for him to finish singing a song.

The midnight mist drifted through the night sky, the chimes ended, but the fireworks still sparkled in the sky.

"Midnight has arrived." Noel said: "Su Ming’an, have you heard the story of Cinderella?"

Su Ming’an glanced at the System Time: [0:00], his heart sinking. He immediately reached out, wanting to grab Noel’s sleeve—

And at that moment,

Everyone suddenly felt a powerful oppressive force.

A weight suddenly bore down on their shoulders, making them feel as if carrying a mountain on their backs. A heavy pressure descended from the sky, and people’s words were cut off instantly, sweat covering their backs.

A burnt smell of joss paper spread around. Under the intense pressure, some people couldn’t bear it, collapsing onto the ground, while some brides had their veils blown away, scattering the bouquets they held.

"...What’s happening?"

"What happened? What’s that smell?"

"I, I can’t move!"

People were pale, young couples stared at each other, unable to take another step, as if everything was frozen. The air around them seemed solidified.

At this moment, only Su Ming’an and Noel could still move. Perhaps it was Su Ming’an’s privilege as a ruler that allowed him not to be frozen.

A light shone down from the sky, clearly bright white, yet exuding danger and depth.

Noel maintained his original posture, slowly lifting his head. The white doves around him were frozen, all fixed in their flying pose, even the fluttering feathers paused beside his face.

"Whoosh——!"

At this moment, a fluffy rabbit jumped out from the sky.

It was taller than before, more bloated, with a blood-red scale flickering on its belly. With its appearance, the smell of joss paper burning became more intense.

The Boss Rabbit’s gaze lingered on Su Ming’an for a moment, giving him a meaningful smile. Then it shifted its gaze to Noel.

"Let’s go. Bearer of Authority, Noel Agnini, it’s time." The Boss Rabbit looked at Noel, its bright red eyes gleaming like metal.

Noel stood under the light, reaching out, slowly putting on the tall hat he held, leaning on the rose cane, tidying up his collar and cuffs disordered by the white doves.

People watched this scene in shock, many with their mouths open, unable to speak. They never expected that the cosplayers who had been walking with them all along were actually the real deal.

Only the real deals could face the organizers. They had walked with the real deal for so long without even realizing it.

Su Ming’an looked up, exchanged a glance with the Boss Rabbit, the depth in its eyes causing him to pause slightly.

"Can I refuse?" Noel asked.

"No, I’m inviting you to leave politely for your sake; if you don’t leave, you’ll be dragged away, and that would be unsightly," the Boss Rabbit coyly responded.

"Alright, alright," Noel said with a smile as he finished adjusting his cuffs.

He started walking, stepping out of the surrounding crowd of doves, their white wings brushing against his cheeks.

A floating platform appeared beneath his feet, gradually elevating him. Su Ming’an looked up, realizing that the organizers’ perspective was indeed from above, which is why Noel was ascending.

Under the profound white light, the youth’s hair fluttered, and the white feathers resting on his shoulders slipped off with his movements. He floated upwards, getting further away from Su Ming’an.

At this moment, Noel suddenly said, "Wait a moment."

The Boss Rabbit tilted its head.

"I request to use my Watcher’s privilege to foresee the next world’s information," Noel said.

"Your player’s privileges have been frozen, darling," the Boss Rabbit wiggled.

"That’s not right." Noel suddenly said, "You didn’t directly refuse me by saying ’no,’ you just said ’your player privileges have been frozen,’ which means my request should be feasible, as special identities and player identities are separate—Boss Rabbit, can you say ’no’ to my request just now? If you can say even one ’no,’ then forget it."

Although he was smiling, his tone was firm and decisive.

The crowd, frozen in place, listened to the entire bargaining between Noel and the Boss Rabbit, their eyes filled with shock—so players could really negotiate with the organizers, even find loopholes?

The Boss Rabbit’s expression fell, its limbs twisting like a cat-shaped octopus: "Alright, alright, just one piece of information, here you go."

A transparent panel appeared in front of Noel, and moments later he lowered his gaze to the lawn at Su Ming’an.

Su Ming’an was also looking up, over countless others’ eyes filled with shock, jealousy, fanaticism, adoration, faith, locking eyes with Noel.

Noel, at this moment, curled his lips slightly into a smile.

"Listen carefully, Su Ming’an."

The youth’s voice was clear and resonant, carrying across a long distance:

"Tenth World, The World of Old Days."

"World type, competitive instance, specific development type instance."

"Key item, Matrix Orders."

"Key to clearance, in the name of Matrix Orders, unifying all martial paths."

"World elements, swords, talismans, warmth, healing, oblivion, madness, destiny, end, Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly."

"Lies and concealment are like air, existing among all things."

"If someone grows a pair of eyes, they will be gouged out. If someone opens their lips, they will become silent."

"No need for sight, no need for hearing, be a foolish wise man."

"Not because of origin, not because of destination, not because of persona."

"You are Jesus, and also his thousands of believers."

"You are a doctor, and also his thousands of patients."

"You are life, and also the thousands of bones underground."

"—Please pile up ’your’ bones, ending at the return of all things."

Noel’s voice grew more distant until he finished speaking about the Tenth World, leaving only a small shadow of the youth in the sky.

"Heard you, waiting for your return," Su Ming’an shouted.

The youth’s voice was ethereal, carrying a hint of laughter:

"The rules of the game won’t let me just miss the Tenth World, I’ll be back soon."

"Thank you for giving me such an unforgettable night. Goodbye."

...

High in the sky, the smell of burnt joss paper faded as the youth’s voice went silent.

The last brilliant firework vanished from the sky, and under the velvety night, thousands of white doves spread their wings and flew high.

White feathers floated down from the sky, the soft touch of the white feathers reaching Su Ming’an’s palm. People began to gather around, some started shouting his name.

"Su Ming’an! It’s Su Ming’an!!!"

"Husband! Husband!!!"

They were like a group of zealots, rushing over.

"...Waiting for your return." Su Ming’an closed his fingers, feeling a burning sensation in his palm.

...

At two in the morning, the night deepened. The staff responsible for collecting signs hung the flower signs one by one on the branches.

"Eh." When hanging a flower sign, the staff glanced at the words on the sign, muttering to themselves: "Flower signs usually have their own names written on them to bring happiness for themselves. How strange that someone wrote someone else’s name..."

He hung the flower sign up, turned around, and left with the box.

A gust of wind blew.

Amidst the fragrance of roses, the flower signs chimed like pear blossoms on thousands of trees.

At the very end, one flower sign swayed in the wind, with ink spreading and revealing nine neat characters in Dragon Country script.

...

[My best friend, Su Ming’an]

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