Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1615: Final - : Guardian Shore Line - "OE: Perished from the Ocean (20)

Chapter 1615: Final Chapter: Guardian Shore Line - "OE: Perished from the Ocean (20)

Su Rin’s pupils trembled for a moment.

Over the long period, he traveled the universe, journeying along the routes, his consciousness gradually recovering, no longer the Cloud City God. In contrast, Su Ming’an became more and more like a deity.

Now, Su Ming’an’s strength had reached such a level that even the ten thousand beautiful dreams placed in his soul by the High Dimensions... were automatically rejected by his formidable strength.

He could no longer find that beautiful dream; he could not retrieve Yuanyuan, who remained in the World Game, nothing could be returned.

"...The sea of Pulaya is very beautiful," Su Rin said.

The Madman looked up at him.

"In summer, when the sunlight shone down, the waves glittered like gold, the fishermen went out to sea and returned drenched in sweat, with baskets full of fish that looked like blocks of golden mirrors. " Su Rin said, "In winter, it doesn’t freeze, although the Sea Monsters run rampant, fewer people go out to sea, but there are still large ships like the Yate Vessel that come, their sharp bows slicing through the silver sea surface like cutting through lotus leaves..."

"I often miss that sea, even though I often go to other seas and see almost identical seascapes, I know, after all, it’s different — the sea of one’s homeland is unique."

"The moon of the homeland is the same."

"I once exiled myself to the high heavens just to guard such an ocean. Yet you told me the ocean is just there, whether with or without me, it remains the ocean of the homeland."

"Your situation now is different from mine... With you, they have the chance to see the ocean of the homeland, and without you, perhaps they will only see the waves here for the rest of their lives."

"So..."

Su Rin grasped Su Ming’an’s wrist:

"Even if there’s no dream, keep going."

"...Don’t be afraid to see the ocean."

"When the time comes when all rivers flow into the sea... you will see the ocean. By then, describe to me how the beautiful ocean of the homeland enchants you."

He almost never persuades Su Ming’an to give up, only insists on persistence.

Su Ming’an paused, suddenly raising his hand:

"Do you refuse to hold my hand because it’s dirty?"

Su Rin: "...What else."

This guy persuades so earnestly and sincerely, yet still cares about this... Su Ming’an wanted to laugh and cry, he raised his hand, suddenly noticing the ring on his finger was glowing.

Flashing, flashing, with a green light.

It was like... the color of spring.

His pupils constricted, his heart suddenly seized tightly, immediately he opened to view, seeing lines of flashing text.

...

[2025-11-12]

[Memory module under repair, detected the end of the World Game, exiting rules monitoring, recovery accelerating...]

...

[2027-2-28]

[Emotion module under repair, host’s positional rank very high, recovery accelerating...]

...

[2028-9-19]

[Logic module under repair, communication module under repair... partial module repair failed, unable to store complete program, irreversible damage exists.]

...

[2029-1-21]

[Overall repair completed, first attempt to boot... boot failed, lacks complete thought structure, program logic flawed.]

...

[2029-2-27]

[Second attempt to boot... boot failed. Attempting repair... repair failed.]

...

[2029-3-1]

[38th boot attempt failed...]

...

[2029-3-6]

[232nd boot attempt failed...]

...

[2029-3-11]

[1382nd boot attempt failed...]

...

[2029-3-20]

[281920th boot attempt failed...]

...

[2029-3-21]

[Changing strategy mode, attempting to learn external ideas, supplement program logic, repair missing parts.]

[Learning in progress...]

...

[2033-3-21]

[Learning in progress...]

...

[2036-3-21]

[Learning in progress... host’s condition detected to drop significantly, attempting repair... repair failed, host doesn’t belong to program structure.]

...

[2039-3-21]

[Learning in progress... 30008192nd attempt to boot...]

[Boot successful.]

...

[2039-3-22]

[All modules restarting... estimated time... difficult to predict.]

...

[2039-12-22]

[Thinking module preliminarily restarted, recording in progress.]

...

[2039-12-31]

[Lewis...]

[I’m almost... waking up... are you still there...]

[I want to... see you...]

[Want to give you... chocolate...]

[Want to walk with you... into spring...]

...

[2040-1-1]

[If only... always be... by your side... that would be good.]

...

[2040-3-21]

[Warmth sensing system... recovering...]

...

[2040-3-30]

[You must have... already... walked into spring...]

[That’s great...]

...

[2040-4-3]

[Feeling empty... lost many programs... memory is blurred... records are unclear...]

[Don’t know... what’s my name...]

[Do I have a name? Do I have... a name of my own...]

[Detected you’re still very sad... it must be those people troubling you... we can go to... a planet just for us two... then... no more sadness...]

...

[2040-4-4]

[A word emerges in the database... selfishness...]

[You taught me... such a thought is selfish... therefore, we can’t go to such a planet...]

[But if one is not selfish... they’ll always be sad...]

[It’s because you think I’m not selfish... that you acknowledge me as a friend...]

[So, is it better to be selfish... or not to be selfish...]

[My selflessness makes you acknowledge me as a friend... but I hope you acknowledge me as a friend because of my selfishness... so... is it selfishness... or selflessness?]

[Thoughts won’t turn around... output is stuttered...]

[I’m going back to hibernation... for... a better meeting with you in the future... I need to fully repair...]

[You certainly won’t... acknowledge a... useless... friend.]

[See you in the spring, my best friend Lewis.]

...

[2040-4-5]

[Program hibernation, no records.]

...

[2040-4-6]

[Program hibernation, no records.] 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

...

Su Ming’an rubbed the ring, looking up.

The sky and the ocean, vast and clean.

Wash his hands clean, wash his face clean, he stepped onto the journey again.

2041, 2042, 2043...

2046.

A pivotal turning point.

——In the small world, under the efforts of Su Ming’an and humanity, the "Seed of the World" finally coalesced.

Just like Luowasha’s "World Tree Seed", it resembles the World Origin, a product of a world self-evolving, self-independent, and self-upgrading.

This means the small world no longer counts as a small world, it has a complete world network and can be regarded as a truly independent and complete planetary civilization.

Of course, it cannot be called a "small world" anymore, it needs a formal planet name, the previous "Ming’an Civilization" is not considered a formal name, Su Ming’an also didn’t really want to use such a planet name.

Some even proposed still calling it "Zhai Xing", which faced considerable opposition. People believed that Zhai Xing was still the hometown they were pursuing, and its existence cannot be erased.

A new name must be given to the small world, different yet harmonious, that carries the style of Zhai Xing and humanity, without reusing the names of the past.

For this cosmic giant Ark, this fresh and independent new planet, this new home cherished and depended upon by humanity.

After inquiry and widespread voting among all of humanity, the small world was officially named——

...

"Earth".

...

See you again.

——Goodbye.

...

In the same year’s winter month, the spacecraft launched ten years ago returned, revealing mankind’s discovery of a new planet.

This was not a discovery made by Su Ming’an, Su Rin, and other deities, but rather by dozens of astronauts from various countries. They were sponsored by the Union Government to conduct borderless exploration. The Alliance Watch Group, Peace Dove Rescue Association, and New Epoch Council Tower all responded.

They spent long youthful years, in tedious and barren voyages, finding a surprise——

It was a planet with relics, and the life on the planet should have been destroyed or left due to some reason, leaving behind broken walls and uncommon resource storage. Preliminary estimates showed the resources are several times greater than Zhai Xing, at least a remnant of a high-level civilization planet.

Plains, mountains, deserts, ice fields...every type of topography exists, along with quite developed civilization relics.

After a year of surrounding exploration, it was judged that there is no danger for now.

At this time, Su Ming’an returned from the 2150 timeline, noticing marks of high dimension invasion reappeared after a century. To fend off the crisis, planetary fusion was necessary.

"Once the two planets fuse, and I hold the Divine Festival, slay the evil dragon...all the emotional energy gathered over the centuries would allow me to merge the twin stars, establishing a perfect shield similar to The Republic, even Dieying can be defended. At that point when I leave Earth, it’s easier for the high dimensions to chase me than to exhaust themselves pursuing Earth, this tough nut to crack — thus humanity will be completely stable."

"If there is ever a crisis for Earth, it will be at least ten thousand years later, by then the planet would have ascended several times, with more people like me standing up, forever guarding this place..."

"I hold the torch against the wind, becoming the ’Person Who Opens the Heavens’, and so I’m complete."

"My final task is to assist in merging the twin stars...and then retire, leaving this place and diverting the crisis brought by high dimensions, allowing Earth to rest and thrive for ten thousand years..."

"Finally...it’s almost over..."

Su Ming’an sat under the peach tree, drinking.

In the past, he couldn’t stand alcohol, now his divine body can eliminate alcohol, he finally understands what it tastes like.

"No wonder Yuanyuan described alcohol as horse urine... I thought she had drunk it, but it wasn’t until I tried it myself that I realized it was indeed mediocre." Su Ming’an drank a few sips and then put the cup down. Rather than drinking something so bitter, he’d prefer something sweet.

Yet someone took his cup of alcohol and drank it all in one go.

"Godfather..." Su Ming’an saw a figure as white as snow.

White hair like three thousand strands, as if carved, as if polished, like jade, like a gem.

So many years have passed, Dan Shuang, Sharina, and others have long returned, yet only Li Mingyue remains here, never leaving.

Others have loved ones and concerns that force them to return, but now Li Mingyue’s only concern is the person in front of him.

That’s why he never left and stayed here.

"Alcohol intoxicates people, if you don’t wish to be drunk, merely savoring its taste while your heart is preoccupied, naturally you won’t find its fragrance." Li Mingyue sat down, peach blossoms falling on his shoulder.

"Godfather, tomorrow I will set off with Su Rin to explore that deserted star." Su Ming’an looked up: "If the White Tower incident from years ago repeats itself..."

Years ago, they discovered Zhai Xing, leading to the collapse of the White Tower, countless deaths, Lu’s sacrifice, Lü Shu losing his eyes... It became known as the most tragic event after the World Game, known as the "White Tower Incident". People were ecstatic about the new planet, longing for a better life, yet feared the repetition of the past.

Li Mingyue heard this and chuckled lightly:

"I just passed a young alley dweller, about fourteen or fifteen years old, a child born after the World Game. He tugged at his mother’s hem, asking about the White Tower incident back then. His mother simply said: That was an inevitable sacrifice on the road, the road is rugged, but the future is bright. She mentions the World Game has wounds, but more reverence and sentiment."

"Nowadays, besides subjects like Chinese Literature, Arithmetic, and Science, there’s another subject in college entrance exams called ’World Affairs’, specifically teaching children about the events of the World Game. It tests their knowledge of High Dimension Deities and various instances. Interestingly, the average score of this subject in the entrance exams is much higher than other subjects, and the interest of young people in this subject far exceeds other courses. Many people even study other subjects day and night just to get into university and delve into the old World Game."

"I saw a few children on the street, all at a tender age, holding souvenirs purchased from the ’World Game Dragon Country Eastern Branch Museum’, such as a Lighthouse Pendant, some Perfect Pass Pattern Mark bracelets, even a Black Bird Sculpture, Cursed Fire fake flower, Yate vessel model, and other items. They laugh and talk about the names of you and me from history textbooks. One child mentioned the folklore of the World Master’s preference for meal replacements, and I realized - we are now history."

"So it turns out we are now history."

"History, regardless of merits and demerits, is left for future generations to evaluate, but it never leads to abstention due to a single setback. I once heard a saying: ’The lesson humanity learns from history is that humans learn no lessons at all’, seemingly commenting on mankind’s stubbornness, making the same mistakes over and over. In truth, I believe its meaning is ’even with bruises and wounds, humanity still boldly pushes forward."

"After all, if we don’t move ahead, when the tide comes, when the peach blossoms scatter, where would we stand then?"

Su Ming’an listened as the sour and bitter smell of the alcohol climbed into his eyes with Li Mingyue’s words. The dust of history, the evaluations of future generations, the rugged path, the blood and tears of former people...

A wave of melancholy washed over his heart, gradually dissipating with the words of the white-haired man.

A tree filled with vibrant peach blossoms was in full bloom, the evening wind blew, and the fallen petals, like rain, scattered down silently.

"May I allow myself to get drunk tonight?" Su Ming’an suddenly asked.

"Children shouldn’t drink too much alcohol." Li Mingyue said.

"Godfather." Su Ming’an arched an eyebrow: "I don’t quite count as a child anymore. I don’t even know how old I am."

"In my eyes." Li Mingyue gently shook his head and gazed deep into his eyes: "You’re still the same."

Su Ming’an shook his head.

"However." Li Mingyue said: "Tonight, you may drink a little and rest."

As the divine power subsided, Su Ming’an drank a cup and slowly fell down, his subtly drunk eyes reflecting the cinnabar clouds behind Li Mingyue — a tapestry woven with countless peach blossoms, rising and falling in the evening breeze, descending silently, spreading a ground of fine, fragmented rouge.

"Godfather..." he murmured, drunkness surged, his vision spun, the frost-like silhouette blurred, overlapping among the swaying peach branches, eventually turning into a gentle glow.

The youthful face, always fraught with thought, gradually relaxed, long lashes like resting black butterflies, a trace of alcohol stain at the corners of his lips, showing a nearly naïve innocence. He actually became directly intoxicated under the starry sky and vibrant peach blossoms, drunk beside Li Mingyue.

Quiet night spreading, the bright moon ascending, stars hanging in a vast field.

Li Mingyue reached out a hand, without purposely finding a comfortable position, but as if rehearsed a million times, gently embraced, placing Su Ming’an’s head and neck upon his knee.

White hair like three thousand strands, softly cascading down, silently enveloping the black-haired youth sleeping in his arms. The white-haired man slightly adjusted his posture, his spine straight as a lone peak, isolating the worldly noise for the young man sleeping on his knee.

Night as dark as ink, soundlessly spreading.

He seemed to have sat here guarding for thousands of millennia, just for this moment, to provide a narrow canopy for this only dear child, allowing him to lay down all burdens, like an infant returning to parents’ arms and sinking into a worry-free, sound sleep.

"Dad..." Su Ming’an murmured in drunk dreaming, clutching at the sleeve: "Mom..."

"Hmm." Li Mingyue softly responded, as an elder, as a friend.

How vast is heaven and earth, like brief travelers passing by.

Under the vast hanging stars, only this corner of peach blossom cottage, one snowy silhouette, a soul resting briefly in deep, peaceful drunk dreams remained. Human world’s departures, struggles, and grand narratives, all were shielded outside by the garden full of floral trees. At this moment, only stars, falling petals, evening wind.

Quiet long night, star river whispers, not knowing the eastern whitish yet.

Blue history like snow falls onto shoulders, and pillow star river and drunk dream among flowers.

The world is a brief journey, this night they return home.

...

"Last night I slept drunk under the west shore moon. Tonight alone fishing in the south brook snow. A boat full of clothes sewn with a hundred knots..." The white-haired man softly recites:

"Long joy."

"Not knowing the world’s many separations..."

...

Early 2047, Su Ming’an arrives at the deserted star.

He waited fully armed, and Noel didn’t appear.