Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1621 - 73: Saints and Sinners (6)

"What?" Su Ming’an turned around.

"A glorious prison, puppets on the throne, and a royal court controlled by that black-hearted Bishop... Are you going to stay here?" Perlo said, "Come with me to Asass Hell, it’s my territory, you won’t be wronged there."

Su Ming’an couldn’t leave, but considering Evelyn’s past warning, he pondered for a moment, and cautiously said, "I will go with you, but at least give me time to say goodbye."

"Hmm." Perlo nodded.

Su Ming’an walked towards the door—

"Swish!"

His chest burst open with blood flowers.

The pitch-black demon claw protruded, like a blooming black mandala.

Perlo came over, with blood-red eyes beneath the blooming mural dome, appearing as enigmatic as a venomous snake.

"Once you meet Hui Chi, he won’t let you leave." The man said, "This is your last chance to escape destiny, why don’t you seize it..."

...

Su Ming’an opened his eyes.

...the remaining sensation in his chest was of being pierced through. He hadn’t experienced this feeling of dying and dying again for a long time, and it felt strangely familiar.

He lowered his head, his own hands were holding a gun, aiming at his chin, dressed in military uniform. In front of him were Wang Xingkong and Si Nian and others.

—He had possessed the captain in the military camp who had shot himself!

"Bang!"

Before he could move the gun away from his body, the trigger was pulled.

Blood splattered everywhere.

He looked at the shocked Hui Zi, Si Nian, and his past self, instinctively saying, "Su..."

The next moment, he fell down.

...

Opening his eyes again, Su Ming’an laughed instead.

The Sixth World’s feeling of repeatedly dying was gone; numbness to death and pain made it seem like a save-and-load game.

...Was he falling apart? Since he decided to resist the current, he had already reached his limit.

Trying to drive him mad with death, this was too naive.

He skillfully broke the ice coffin, seeing—beautiful and enchanting Deceit Demon Evelyn, and Disaster Demon Perlo drinking heavily, sitting outside the ice coffin, one high and one low.

...He thought there would be a third demon, but didn’t expect two to come together.

"Wenli, regarding your promise to me..." Evelyn smiled and approached.

"Wenli, when do you plan to leave with me?" Perlo raised his glass and came over.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Su Ming’an straightforwardly punched each one. He walked out directly, and this time, the sound of confrontation echoed behind him.

"What are you doing, are you going to attack him?" Evelyn shouted.

"You attacked him first!" Perlo retorted.

"He is mine!"

"How can he become a demon; he should leave with me peacefully and not involve in these struggles!"

The two demons fought fiercely, while Su Ming’an walked outside.

—One person walked towards him.

Golden hair as delicate as weaving threads, with eyes as deep as blood, a curl at the corners of the mouth, like a sorrowful statue within a cathedral.

"Hui Chi." Su Ming’an called him calmly.

"The real you has finally awakened." Hui Chi said gently, "I’ve waited for you for a long time."

Su Ming’an raised his arm, grasping Hui Chi’s neck. But surprisingly, even with such an action, Hui Chi’s favorability didn’t increase.

Wanting to provoke Hui Chi, he said, "First, from now on, I am in charge here; return all the power you stole from me. Second, tell me, where is the key to the Demon Mother Goddess?"

Despite such blunt demands, Hui Chi’s favorability still didn’t change, as if he were indeed a benevolent bishop. He explained gently, "Are you blaming me? I committed so many wrongs just to collect enough malice to forge a Holy Sword. After all, even if you successfully awaken the Demon Mother Goddess, you need a sword capable of killing the Radiant Mother Goddess."

"As for the key, it will appear in the hands of the last surviving member of the Rin Clan once the triplets survive to the last one. You just need to kill your brother Su Qi and sister Xi Li to obtain it."

"People say, you are the Evil Dragon, a Sinner, even calling you ’Li Dog’."

"However, compared to our grand cause, reputation doesn’t matter; three days after the coronation ceremony, you will officially ascend as World Master. Everything I did was merely paving the way for you. Now that you’ve awakened, I will return all power in three days."

"No need to delay, return it today." Su Ming’an gave no chance for excuses.

"You are still a child, unable to understand these complex matters." Hui Chi sighed, "Be obedient, don’t make it difficult for me, okay?"

"Oh, by the way," like offering a candy, Hui Chi beckoned a young man, "he is someone who recently participated in the ’Appreciation Meeting’; he can become a new friend of Your Highness. He is an antique shop owner, proficient in numerous knowledge; if Your Highness is bored, you can engage in discussions with him."

Su Ming’an scrutinized him—a man with red hair, slightly curling ends gently resting by his ears and neck, with golden eyes gazing, deep and dazzling. Despite a different appearance, one look and Su Ming’an understood who it was.

...Su Rin!

This guy didn’t stay in the original timeline but managed to blend in?

With Hui Chi leading Su Ming’an to a luxurious room before departing.

Su Ming’an quickly called on his "friend" Su Rin and asked him, "How did you get here?"

"I can go anywhere in this world." Su Rin answered, both arrogantly and realistically, "You’re fighting alone here, afraid that something happens, I can’t go back."

"So your strength..."

"Indeed, in this ’amateur’ scenario, my power is limited. But my identity as ’ostensibly an antique shop owner, but truly of mysterious origin’ allows me a significant degree of strength." Su Rin said, "As for you, your identity is ’ostensibly an ordinary person Chen Yuhang, but secretly the ruling Lighthouse God Su Wenli’; your current status very much aligns with your persona, it’s a good opportunity."

The two confirmed each other’s authenticity through Soul Authority and exchanged information.

Su Rin: "So basically, only when your Rin Clan brother and Xi Li both die, can you obtain the key. Plus, you need to acquire the Holy Sword. It shouldn’t be difficult, possible within these three days, I heard similar statements during my travels outside."

Su Ming’an: "It’s not necessarily to kill them. In the correct history, Xi Li, as the previous Rin Clan generation, continued to live, showing that as long as the Rin Clan is willing to admit defeat, we don’t have to kill them all."

Su Rin: "Yes, then let making them admit defeat be our primary goal. I’ve heard about the history of the ’Holy Sword’—it’s said that during the War of Eden, Perlo gathered the power of numerous demons, committing countless evil deeds to forge a Holy Sword capable of slaying the Radiant Mother God. But who knew, the Holy Sword was stolen by the Shitposter Demon to use as a fire stick, causing the War of Eden to halt. Now it seems this historical reference is being used. Hui Chi committed countless evil acts in your name just to forge this Holy Sword to slay the Radiant Mother God."

Su Ming’an: "The problem is, why is he clinging to power and using me as a puppet to create? I suspect what he said about three days later is also a lie."

Su Rin: "We’ll split up; I’ll make the two Rin Clan members admit defeat, and you find a way to get the Holy Sword without replaying history and avoid having it stolen by the Shitposter Demon."

Su Ming’an: "Our third sister, Xi Li, is in the palace; convincing her to admit defeat should be easier. Our second brother, Su Qi, was led astray by a Black Robed Man, and they reside in an Experimental City, but I’m unclear about the specific location."

Su Rin: "Leave it to me."

Su Ming’an: "Good, I’ll find a way to obtain the Holy Sword, and once you get the key, we’ll immediately go see the Demon Mother Goddess and then break the shackles of the Radiant Mother God, ending our journey in Luowasha. Time is tight, we need to complete it within three days."

"Then, both you and I can go home."

"Of course."

After a brief and efficient exchange of information, Su Rin climbed out the window, and Su Ming’an silently recited the Space Spell. Su Wenli is himself, so he can use his own abilities. However, he can’t use divine power because Su Wenli hasn’t logically become a god.

Su Ming’an tried using "Cloning" and found that what split out was only a puppet-like "Su Wenli," neither Shadow nor Ming. He put "Su Wenli" on the bed pretending to be asleep, covered it with a "Spatial Barrier," and disappeared from the place.

The palace is resplendent and magnificent, Qi Zhou, as the "True Young Master," obtained proper placement, but Hui Chi clearly showed favoritism; Qi Zhou’s room was much poorer than Su Ming’an’s.

...This is the classic plot where the true young master is bullied, while the false young master remains high and mighty... Su Ming’an passed by quietly.

Like a ghost, he began to "monitor" Hui Chi.

Hui Chi’s day is very simple, reciting scriptures at noon to enlighten believers, meeting with politicians in the afternoon, writing vigorously at the desk till nightfall, before taking a brief respite.

He approached Su Ming’an’s rear chamber yet stopped at the door, standing quietly for a while, then turned towards the underground, going deeper and darker until he submerged into pitch darkness.

Su Ming’an followed quietly, the tiles beneath his feet gradually transformed into an iron Corridor Bridge.

—A hidden world underground.

It’s like the underground blood pool boss battleground often seen in Su Ming’an’s games, vast and magnificent. Beneath the jagged red rock formations, a massive blood pool surrounds, boiling with murky bubbles. Countless gray-white bones emerged from the blood water, piled up in layers.

Brimming with overwhelming and raging malice.

The traitor’s hatred, the dried blood on the butcher’s knife, vultures hovering above countless battlefields, Si Nian’s helplessness, Princess Chenghua’s confusion before her death, the greed of countless starving refugees selling flesh...

Hui Chi walked on the iron Corridor Bridge in a moon-white robe, as immaculate as holy light.

At the center of the blood pool vortex lay a pure white Holy Sword.

The sword’s body is pure white and flawless, reflecting the desolate blood pool as if billions of humanoid shadows were tumbling, struggling, and extinguishing. It was forged using the world’s utmost evil as the furnace, and it has formed mostly except for a small segment still incomplete.

...This is the power to oppose even slay the Radiant Mother God.

Hui Chi triggered a secret compartment. The next moment, corpses dropped from the opening above, falling into the crimson blood pool.

"Plop! Plop! Plop!"

Su Ming’an’s pupils constricted.

...These are all soldiers who perished on the battlefield and civilians who died of starvation and cold...countless in number.

Every night, Hui Chi comes here, casting the freshly dead lives into the blood pool, brewing immense, vast malice...to infuse into that pure and immaculate Holy Sword.

The birth of the Rin Clan also stands upon the death and amalgamation of countless races, the world’s noblest good always mirrors the most vile evil.

Mirror.

Indeed, Luowasha is...a mirror.

But will the Radiant Mother God allow a story that culminates in a sword powerful enough to slay Her?

...

At the moment when Lü Shu and others arrived at the "Nest," the leader Qianqin was holding a ceremony. All the civilians sat beside the campfire, reminiscent of The Last Supper.

"I’m entwined by demonic energy, unable to recover, so I willingly become a supper." The civilians murmured, with light in their pupils, as they walked to the stage.

Lü Shu didn’t want to see what was next, so he walked out, returning after a while. The indoor air lingered with the scent of blood.

"Who are you?" Qianqin looked at the four.

"Introduced by Wang Xingkong, we want to join you." Lü Shu looked around, seeing the ground filled with the elderly, the weak, and the injured: "I heard ’Nest’ is a grand organization resisting Su Wenli, why are there only these people? Are you the leader?"

Qianqin sized up the four—a tall thin bamboo-like man and high-minded literati, a small jelly-sized student, a very unprofessional-looking photographer, a big-haired capitalist.

She frowned, then Wang Xingkong rushed out:

"You’re finally here!" Wang Xingkong obviously knew them: "Quickly save Yuhang!"

"Don’t rush, let’s first understand the situation," Lin Yin said.

After some negotiation, Qianqin believed them. She said: "The nature of ’Nest’ isn’t what you might imagine as a vast organization; it’s more like groups of ants huddling for warmth, hiding in sewers, gutters, and caves. Because if gathered excessively, they may get annihilated by Li Dog’s army, hence we all hide separately, with no more than fifty together."

"It’s possible that the homeless man you saw by the roadside is a ’Nest’ member, the old blacksmith who helps you forge iron is a ’Nest’ member, or even the dancer performing in the theater could be a ’Nest’ member...we are scattered among the crowd, no specific gathering place, but with a singular belief, to huddle for warmth and survive."

"Now the forty-some people you see here are merely one branch of ’Nest,’ and I’m the captain of this team. I don’t even know how many people ’Nest’ has developed or how many groups like us, maybe only our leader, the Nest Master, knows."

"We gather regularly, sharing each other’s intel and quickly returning to our identities as common vendors, blacksmiths, tailors...however, with ongoing warfare, people either get bombed or conscripted, becoming fewer, barely protected by my Knight badge."

The four exchanged glances.

"Thought it was a massive army organization, didn’t expect this," Lin Yin whispered.

"Makes sense, the World Master’s reign spans the Continent, if assembled en masse, easily wiped out. Being scattered is safer," Zhao Yuan said: "No wonder the wind of capturing traitors is prevalent in this city; ’Nest’ members are virtually all infiltrators. They resist in secret, exchanging intel furtively, waiting for the day of awakening."

Lü Shu shook his head: "Only forty people...it’s not much help."

"Though there are only forty here, it’s just one of the countless ’Nest’ branches. By helping them, they can help introduce layer by layer, even reaching the Nest Master," Lu thoughtfully considered: "They’ve hidden too long, the time to rise has come."

"Wait a minute," Lin Yin suddenly slapped her forehead.

Three simultaneously looked at her.

"If we’re creating uproar here, what if Su Ming’an himself is that ’Li Dog’...what then?" Lin Yin said.

The three’s expressions contorted, realizing this.

"Even if so, we can still assist him," Lü Shu said firmly: "I don’t believe he’d possess an evil person; most likely there’s someone controlling behind the scenes. If he’s caught in a power struggle, we will be the force that overturns the table."

"Moreover..." Zhao Yuan squinted, gazing in one direction.