Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 856 - 853: "The Riddler gets smacked by me, huh!

Su Ming’an almost thought he was looking in a mirror.

Xiao Jingsan’s appearance was exactly the same as Su Ming’an’s original face in the Main God World. Jet black hair, jet black almond-shaped eyes, relatively soft facial lines, highly appealing under the enhancement of Charm value.

However, his gaze was extremely sharp, his lips tightly pressed into a line. Even with gentle features, he appeared unapproachable.

Su Ming’an felt a sense of dissonance.

...So this is what my face could look like with such a murderous expression, like a Lv Shu filter had been applied.

He looked at his right hand, marked by a knife scar. Blood flowed from the palm, dripping into a copper bowl, with a layer of blood already accumulated.

The metallic clinking heard earlier was from a heavy iron clasp on his right wrist. This body had little strength, so his right hand rested on the edge of the copper bowl, unable to lift without help.

This body’s weakness was due to excessive blood loss. Judging by the situation, it seemed to be caused by long-term bloodletting, and it didn’t appear voluntary.

Su Ming’an stayed still for five seconds, switching from Shadow State to Bright State; otherwise, he couldn’t lift his right hand.

"..."

Xiao Jingsan stared at him for five seconds, his gaze lacking the customary respect for "Your Highness," almost insolent.

"Ding dong!"

[Welcome players to the Tenth World!]

[World Name: The World of Old Days·The Land of Dream Tours]

[Basic quest for all players: Survive until the twentieth day.]

[Your detected identity is: Su Ming’an.]

[Su Ming’an’s identity progression task: Help "Su Luoluo" fulfill their wish.]

[This world is open-ended, with over a hundred Perfect Pass routes; players may explore independently.]

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[Ruler’s Quest: Kill Destiny.]

[Quest reward: Ruler identity progression.]

[Quest failure penalty: Ruler identity reverts to Fourth Rank.]

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[This world is a large-scale world; world chat channel will be open after certain plot developments.]

[World chat channel has information filter mechanisms; certain hidden "specific information" cannot be conveyed.]

[Current player identity detected as Fifth Rank Ruler, unlimited speech allowed in this instance.]

[Please use civilized language, no profanity. (Added in World Game Update 0.04)]

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"Ding ding dong dong" alerts blared chaotically in Su Ming’an’s ears. He looked up to see a surge of spectators entering the live broadcast room, with the heat instantly skyrocketing to hundreds of millions.

[Here we go!]

[Whoa, this redwood, these outfits, this candlelight, is it ancient times?]

[Could it be Immortal Hero genre?]

[Alright, it’s just those clichés. I’ve already predicted it—Number One Player with seven spiritual roots trash humiliates ex-fiancée, falls off a cliff and finds treasure, acquires an ancient grandpa mentor, destroys the Demon Sect, achieves supreme fortune, and unifies the Cultivation World!]

[No, that’s not exciting enough, let me try—after Number One Player destroys the Demon Sect, it turns out the sect was the true protector of the world! The Sect Hierarch is actually his biological brother, paving the way for him since childhood. In the end, the Dragon Slayer kills the Evil Dragon, sealing the Demon World at the cost of his life, and spring arrives with a future for everyone!]

[Now that’s interesting, add some more depth.]

[Twins? Why does this Xiao Jingsan look exactly like Su Ming’an?]

[Heh heh, prince, heh heh, ancient times, heh heh, long hair, good good.]

[Isn’t "The World of Old Days" supposed to be Western Cthulhu? Why is it ancient Immortal Hero? Are we going to have Noel with blonde hair and blue eyes shouting "Thirty years river west, thirty years river east"?]

[...]

This time, the player turnout reached 420 million, almost half of the total player base. It seems the truth revealed in the Ninth World was too shocking, prompting many passive casual players to participate to avoid being left at the mercy of others after the game ends.

In the Tenth World, many start-from-scratch players exist, powerless to even bind a chicken.

Su Ming’an hoped for more Adventurer Players. Not those who vacillate between adventure and leisure, unable to find a clear position, causing their Points to reset repeatedly.

He brought up the system mirror, looking at his own appearance.

—It was indeed the Main God World’s appearance, the original one.

Yet compared to Xiao Jingsan, he wore a dark robe with overlapping collars, cinched at the waist with a moon-white cloud pattern. A glance down at the cuffs adorned with white satin without jade pendants or gold embroidery, making it seem plain against Xiao Jingsan’s fox-fur cape.

...Clearly Xiao Jingsan called him "Your Highness," indicating his status should surpass Xiao Jingsan, yet their attire differed so much.

Su Ming’an pondered thoughtfully.

"...What did you see this time?" Xiao Jingsan spoke up.

Su Ming’an closed the system mirror.

Xiao Jingsan leaned forward slightly, his gaze intense: "Did you see some ’anomalous object’ again?"

"...Anomalous object?" Su Ming’an replied, his voice hoarse.

—It was his original voice.

It was as if his true self had entered the instance, rather than possessing someone. His appearance, his voice, all his own. From the task introduction earlier, it appeared that even his name was his own, "Su Ming’an."

"Forgot again?" Xiao Jingsan said: "Well, it’s normal for ’Eligibles’ like you to forget things frequently, always needing me to explain it again."

Su Ming’an listened attentively.

Logically, an introductory NPC like Xiao Jingsan should educate him on the world’s common knowledge, like Xiao Han of Henggang City or Hui Shuhang of Ming Hui. Su Ming’an was prepared to listen.

"I did forget." Su Ming’an admitted.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jingsan squinted, took a puff from his pipe, and exhaled a smoke ring. His long fingers rested on the pipe stem, and he laughed ambiguously:

"...Then just forget it."

"Anyway, apart from providing blood, you have no other use."

Although the voice was gentle, the tone was extremely mocking.

The candlelight flickered on the wooden table, the wind outside was biting cold, Su Ming’an leaned backward to dodge the smoke ring that Xiao Jingsan blew at him.

Xiao Jingsan held up his pipe and chuckled: "Sorry, Your Highness."

Su Ming’an slightly raised his hand; with his high Strength Value in Bright State, the iron cuff on his wrist was as light as a feather, ready to punch this person anytime.

"—Eldest Prince, the State Preceptor wants to see you." At this moment, the sound of a maid came from outside the door, interrupting Su Ming’an’s thoughts.

Su Ming’an was slightly startled, the maid might be calling him since Xiao Jingsan just addressed him as "Your Highness."

"Coming, let the State Preceptor wait a moment."

Unexpectedly, it was Xiao Jingsan who responded. He put down the pipe and turned to leave. The wooden tag at his waist swayed, ringing with the jade pendant.

Seeing this, Su Ming’an suddenly understood.

That’s how it is.

His identity should indeed be this "Eldest Prince," but it was taken away by Xiao Jingsan.

As for the resemblance of faces, there are two possibilities. One is face-changing, and the other is twins. After all, in some ancient novels recommended by female classmates, it seems that dragon-phoenix twins are seen as auspicious in the royal family, but twins of the same gender are considered ominous because they might confuse bloodlines, often deliberately sending away or killing one, leaving only one child.

The World Game, your tricks have been seen through by me. The following plot is nothing but royal family intrigue with nine sons fighting for succession, still trying to play out some underworld tricks.

"By the way, before leaving, Your Highness..."

Xiao Jingsan took a few steps, turned around, and glanced at the blood line in the bronze basin. Maybe he thought the amount of bloodletting was sufficient, he approached Su Ming’an’s right hand.

Su Ming’an’s fingers slightly curled, ready with Spatial Vibration. He closely watched Xiao Jingsan’s every move.

"Matrix Orders—Restore," Xiao Jingsan gently chanted.

A faint white light flickered between ten fingers, flowing from Xiao Jingsan’s hands, merging into the knife wound on Su Ming’an’s right hand. After five seconds, the bleeding wound on Su Ming’an’s right hand healed. freeweɓnøvel~com

In the air, faint gold-colored seal characters flickered, seemingly rippled, quickly hiding into the void.

Su Ming’an’s palm soon stopped bleeding, leaving only a shallow scar. He looked at this quite impressive Healing effect with some surprise.

With just a command from the mouth—this is the power system of this world?

The power system of this world he had never seen before, seeming different from ordinary sword and magic, should not be as simple as chanting spells.

"I am going out for a while, Your Highness." After healing Su Ming’an’s wound, Xiao Jingsan, holding a basin full of blood, turned and walked towards the door.

Su Ming’an’s fingers still gripped the Spatial Vibration, watching Xiao Jingsan’s back.

... Should he attack Xiao Jingsan now or first observe the situation? A slight move could lead to completely different outcomes.

At this moment, he suddenly felt the world around him slow down.

In an instant, all the scenery suddenly turned extremely slow; the cold wind outside stopped, the orchids in the corner no longer swayed, even Xiao Jingsan’s movement of stepping out became extremely slow—

As if the world suddenly switched to 0.5x speed.

Simultaneously, four patterns that did not obstruct his view appeared in front of Su Ming’an. They were triangle, circle, square, and diamond.

A line of text appeared.

[Xiao Jingsan is about to leave, please choose quickly:]

The triangle pattern appeared on Xiao Jingsan’s head: [Attack this area, try to knock Xiao Jingsan out, disguise as him, and gain an escape opportunity.]

The circle pattern appeared on Xiao Jingsan’s waist: [Use "Puppet Threads" Skill to attack this area, with a certain chance to steal the token, gaining an escape opportunity, discovery probability: Moderate.]

The square pattern appeared by the window, outside pitch black: [Jump from here, with a certain chance to escape. Requires Flight or Teleport skills, otherwise will die from the height.]

The diamond pattern appeared on the copper basin Xiao Jingsan was holding: [Knock over the copper basin in Xiao Jingsan’s hands, splash blood on his face, and curse him: "Dogshit riddler, eat my clap yay!" With a certain chance to trigger "Xiao Jingsan’s Astonishment", gain an escape opportunity.]

...

"?"

A big question mark appeared in Su Ming’an’s mind.

This familiar control mode, somewhat like a console game Yuanyuan played, called "xxx Becomes Human." During one particular winter holiday, he squatted by her side to watch her operate it. The general operation was whenever it reached a crucial narrative moment, different buttons needed to be pressed for narrative choices, different choices would lead to a series of chain reactions, eventually achieving different endings.

The World Game has turned life into a game and made the game reflect life.

Su Ming’an did not make a choice; the given time was too short. He had just finished reading the text introduction of four options, and before he could make any move, the four options suddenly disappeared, everything returned to normal.

The wind outside remained constant, the orchids in the corner swayed, Xiao Jingsan’s stepping speed resumed, striding swiftly towards the door.

The door closed accompanied by a clear locking sound, leaving only Su Ming’an alone inside.

[When you didn’t choose in time, it defaults to "doing nothing."]

The system prompt popped up.

Su Ming’an closed this prompt, none of those four options were particularly good choices. He still preferred to gather some information before acting.

This operation mode is not bad, rather, it can add a few seconds of thinking time at critical moments, beneficial and harmless. If the options are a pitfall, just don’t choose anything.

He "clicked" an iron buckle off his wrist, looking towards the window. Outside was pitch black; it should be the Hour of the Ox, between one am and three am, with the sound of the Watchman below.

"Boom—Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The brass gongs were crisp, the wooden clappers loud.

A slow three followed by a quick meant it was the fourth watch, namely one am.

From the window overlooking, he could see wooden box-like clusters of thousands of low town buildings. This was a standard scene of the Capital City, the inns and banks glowing dazzlingly, vague stores of clothes and hats, fans and tapestry, candied snacks and pastries, the wall farthest was extremely high, bearing a disdainful stance towards the land.

The night was heavy, unable to see the grand ten-mile long street, waiting for the five-drum bell to ring, the morning market to open, then to witness the vibrant scene, for now, the stars were faint, the lights subtle, and crows sparse.

Viewed closely, was the Royal City with gold tiles and glazed domes. The building he was in was a High Tower, located in the Northeast Corner of the circular Royal City walls, about nine stories high, if an ordinary person jumped, it would surely result in death, no way to escape.

"The sky is dry and things are parched—Beware of fire—!"

The Watchman’s call came.

Su Ming’an closed the window, his gaze slightly moved.

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