Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 822 - 820·“TE·Rebirth of All Things (15)” (Thanks to Alliance Hierarch "Oli is a Handsome Guy")

Chapter 822: Chapter 820·“TE·Rebirth of All Things (15)” (Thanks to Alliance Hierarch "Oli is a Handsome Guy")

[The iron laws of the old days clash with the new birth, countless lives crushed under the wheels of history.]

[In that era, every shot they fired was for the freedom of humanity. For the next generation to live in the warmth of spring days.]

[They gathered here, transcending personal background, wealth, and status to face the harsh winter, to face powerful invaders overwhelming the fireseed of human civilization.] freewebnσvel.cøm

[Abandon conflict and choose unity, abandon ignorance and choose nobility, abandon warmth and face the winter—]

["—we deserve to win this victory."]

[—New Era 53, "The War for Civilization Memoirs · Acto’s Speech Record Part 1"]

...

"My grandpa said, in life, you must have at least one thing you never regret, only then is your life worth it."

"It should be something that, whenever you think of it, no matter if you are a child or have reached middle age. As long as you recall it, there’s only one word, ’worth’!"

"I want to find such a thing, I want to have no regrets my whole life."

Amidst the gray-black dissipating storm, an aircraft braved the rain and passed through.

The torrential downpour beat on the windows with a crackling noise, as the aircraft stumbled through the pitch darkness, slicing the surface like a ship’s bow. Luocha strained to pull the control lever, every corner of the aircraft echoing the sound of parts under duress.

Yamada Machiichi clutched the back of the seat tightly, his face contorted by the turbulence. Luocha’s aircraft lived up to being the graduation design rejected by their instructor, it was practically a trial by ordeal, making him feel like he could vomit his guts out the whole journey.

"Ugh... ugh ugh." Yamada Machiichi couldn’t help but retch out the window, his retching posture akin to a pregnant woman in August. He tried to enjoy the view, but outside was pitch black. He could only engage in conversation to divert attention: "Who’s this grandpa you’re talking about?"

Luocha’s expression dimmed slightly:

"He didn’t let me say his name outside. He seemed to have made some mistakes when he was young, saying his name would bring him hate. But I think, you’re not the sort to hold grudges, you definitely wouldn’t hate him."

"Who is it?" Yamada Machiichi asked.

He glimpsed a few faint lights in the darkness outside the window.

Because the aircraft was flying too low, he could see several wild doves flitting and perching on the Bell Tower, the old copper hands faithfully recording time.

"Clack, clack."

The aircraft wobbled over the Bell Tower, and Luocha whispered:

"My grandpa was called Rong Yuan, and before he passed, he said his biggest regret in life was losing his way when he was young. But I won’t."

"I left the safety of the auditorium because I wanted to find something I won’t regret in my life... Ever since I was a kid, I regret following the Dawn System’s eight-type persona arrangement, becoming a ’good student.’ I regret dedicating myself to a mechanical major I had no interest in. I regret constantly busying myself with thesis and mentors. I think... now that the apocalypse has come, I can finally be myself."

"The fixed, traditional, deeply rooted—all arranged by the Dawn System including job, future, life—I don’t want to follow them anymore. Yamada, I’ve lived over twenty years, and only now do I realize, my life is just beginning."

Yamada Machiichi paused, saying nothing.

He always thought of Luocha as a bookworm NPC, never realizing he wasn’t as one-dimensional as he appeared.

He glanced out the window, seeing the Black Mist pressing down from the firmament onto the Mortal World, the sky seemingly sealed together, the storm roaring.

If one were to look down from the horizon, they would see hundreds, even thousands more of these aircraft like Luocha’s. All taking off from Constantine University, heading to various parts of the City-State.

Each aircraft, with different shapes, was unnoticeable in the dark. Only a faint glow marked their positions, connecting to form a splendid starry sky.

Yamada Machiichi sat in his seat, as if traveling through the boundless universe. Underneath him was the Star Sea, beside him was the Galaxy.

Turning back, he saw Luocha’s aircraft carrying many starry lights, used for birthday celebrations, now precious sources of light.

Gathered together, they too resembled a starry sky.

...

"Requesting reinforcements! Requesting reinforcements!"

"Radar system is damaged, we can’t locate the Central Building!"

"Boom—boom—boom!!"

The blinding explosions forced people to close their eyes, as the intense airflow howled.

In the darkness, people quickly gathered based on each other’s calls, collectively pushing over obstructive buildings.

Shoulder to shoulder, with blood-marked hands on the buildings before them, they shouted and pushed with all their might.

"One—two—three—!"

"One—two—three—!"

"Clear the debris! Let the truck through!!"

Vision had long lost its focus, only the rough textures in their hands told them what lay ahead. At that moment, personas and classes were irrelevant, the Origin Stones on the trucks were everything.

Origin Stone, a resource. Its ores contained mass amounts of energy, powering most machines and making for gunpowder, with sufficient quantities causing effects akin to small nuclear explosions.

"Can’t find the bulldozer, directly come with me—push—!!" Someone shouted in the vast darkness.

"One—two—three—push!!"

With a crash like an earthquake, the building in front collapsed, and a truck laden with Origin Stones bumped a few times, speeding past.

On the communication channel, various voices intertwined:

"Yao Fei and 298 bombers are in place, short by two percent of the target Origin Stone number."

"Anjie and 187 transporters in place, fully loaded."

"Violet and 218 security officers ready, one percent short of target Origin Stone amount."

"Does anyone still have Origin Stones? It’s not enough! The number isn’t enough to provide sufficient supply! Just a little more!"

"None left! Over ninety percent of the Origin Stones were sent to the World’s Edge yesterday, barely any can be recalled!"

"All three main energy stations are destroyed, causing the shortage! Even if all the City’s Origin Stones are pooled, it’s not enough!"

"Just a little more, just a tiny bit!!"

The strong smell of burnt spread across the City, and in the total darkness, someone angrily pounded the dashboard, sighing.

"—Luo Kylstia is in position."

Suddenly, a girl’s voice came over the communication channel:

"I’ve brought back a batch of Origin Stones, including those my brother found under the Heavenly Pit, an abundant amount that should suffice."

Her voice was firm and steady, like a fine sword piercing the darkness.

"...Yuanyuan?" A player’s surprised voice came over the communication channel.

No one expected that in these dire times, someone would still go to dangerous places to dig for Origin Stones.

"Luo Kylstia! What’s your position?" Someone’s excited voice came over the communication channel.

"I’m on my way back."

Under the firmament, Yuanyuan was swiftly piloting a crow back. Having stayed too long in the red-hot zone, her arms and hands were covered in blisters, the blue-purple hue extended over her fair skin, even a patch of her scalp was scorched off; most residents would probably be startled by her damaged appearance.

Her voice was somewhat hoarse as she spoke, and when she touched her throat, she realized it was also scorched bright red.

The crow carried some scalding origin stones, each one painstakingly dug out by her hand despite the burns. Every stone added more burns and blisters to her arms.

"Bro. Without a mirror, I can’t see myself. Do I look... very ugly now?" After finishing the transmission, Yuanyuan closed the communication channel and turned to ask the person next to her.

But Che Kylstia, who rode alongside her, bore a similarly burnt face and lit a cigarette, laughing heartily:

"—Who says that? Sis, you look better than anyone in the city-state!"

Those who struggle for destiny look more beautiful than any face in the mortal world.

...

The long winds howled and torrential rains poured down.

As if something was being awakened from within, an unusual throbbing was felt.

Amidst the sticky and stagnant air, a figure still stood atop the Central Building.

His clothes fluttered in the fierce wind, like a solitary boat in the ocean. He slightly raised his head, the frost on his face still unmelted, half of his body numb.

Ta Wei was waiting for his response, the deity invading his body.

The aircraft surrounding the building gradually disappeared, replaced by fiery explosions in the sky, the remains of the fallen scattered across the vast sky. Black mist grew expansively, filling every inch of space.

The radar system destroyed, escorting aircraft bombed, large turning lights crushed, thus no one could pinpoint his location. He stood amid dense darkness, no one beside him, yet unlike a lone warrior.

Because he knew he was not alone.

The entire city-state had countless people sacrificing for a spring. Even without light, even with blind eyes, he knew epic struggles worth recording were unfolding in this world.

White yuan guang floated around him as he heard countless voices from the city-state. Their hopes weighed heavier on his shoulders, intensifying bit by bit.

"—Grandma, how far is the universe? What is life?"

"—Kitty, look... there’s a flower."

"—Pilot, the system has recognized your aircraft driving abilities and approved your participation in the escort mission. May you succeed."

"—Your eyes... are beautiful, like my daughter’s."

"—Chief, look, does this lighter work? I originally wanted to keep it for myself, but now my family is gone, take the lighter, you must win!"

"—All teammates, onto the chariot! Count no deaths or injuries, straighten the direction, charge!!!"

"—Push! Together with force! One—two—three!!!"

"—She’s almost here, another 6km, 4km..."

"—Battle duo... joining."

Su Ming’an raised his head, staring at the night sky devoid of any halo.

Crimson waves of data rolled from the horizon, inching closer, like a long-awaited giant net. The entire sky was stained scarlet, resembling a deep sea made of blood.

Under the overturned deep sea lies the entire city-state.

Above the city-state is the city lord gazing at the deep sea.

He stood atop the dark abyss, not retreating a single step, with neither servility nor arrogance.

"Yasa Acto, it’s time to make a choice, who do you want to cooperate with...?" The voice from the sky brimmed with greed and desire.

"Su Ming’an, you’re only nineteen, relinquish those responsibilities and leave..." Voices by the ear reeked of urgency and reluctance.

Without exception, their purposes were to plunder this riddled Ruined World, to annihilate two billion eight hundred million human lives.

Su Ming’an did not respond. He raised his hand, the box in his hand opened, revealing a pile of solid blood-red, like beautiful rose flowers.

—Roseblood.

Sinful, like poisonous medicine. The average person overdoses after consuming three pieces, leading to severe hallucinations and ultimately bodily disintegration and death.

He sustained his final mental defenses, maneuvering his arms to shove Roseblood into his mouth.

One, two, four, eight, sixteen...

Soon, auditory illusions arose by his ear, and sounds of body collapse emerged, his pupils burst at the edges, bleeding streaming from seven orifices. His fingers trembled, blood even seeping from under his nails, yet he kept feeding himself Roseblood incessantly, like a robot indifferent to pain.

"—Su Ming’an! What are you doing?! Do you think destroying your body will work?" The deity’s furious roar echoed by his ear.

"—Yasa Acto. What are you doing? Are you dissatisfied with our negotiation terms?" The voice came from the sky.

Su Ming’an did not speak, merely tilted his head upward.

In the surging hallucinations, he seemed to see a rainbow of seven colors, white birds flying by, butterflies fluttering, the first lily of spring sprouting from the soil.

There stood towering mountains, layered greenery, innumerable ginkgo trees, spring flowers.

Excessive Roseblood inverted his vision, in the hallucination, as if a blonde youth with a bright smile grasped his hand.

...

["Grandpa, grandpa."]

["Grandpa, while listening to my subordinates chat, I overheard a legend. They say the deity in charge of flames—Hephaestus was ugly, so his mother Hera threw him down from Mount Olympus."]

["When he grew up, Hephaestus crafted an extremely beautiful chair—Throne of Hephaestus. The vain Hera took the bait, she sat upon it. Then, her entire body was locked by the chair’s mechanism, and she could never use mana again."]

...

This was once spoken to him by Noah during the Dawn War in the Underground City.

Su Ming’an continued to consume Roseblood.

His entire body was engulfed in blood, his clothes stained crimson, even the minute frost was saturated with red, like a frozen rose bouquet.

With his head spinning, spitting blood, he reached towards the hallucination’s blonde youth, loudly proclaiming the same words from the past:

"—Are you trying to say that you are the Fire God?"

The hallucination’s blonde youth smiled.

Imaginary white birds perched on his shoulder, his smile warm and radiant, like the youth long gone:

"No, grandpa."

"I want to say, every one of us is like a ’Throne of Hephaestus’."

"You’ve already successfully deceived everyone, conclude your true plan."

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