Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 824 - 822·“TE·Rebirth of All Things (17)”

[Science is the last step in the development of human intelligence and can be regarded as the highest and most unique achievement of human culture.]

[It is an outcome that can only be developed under special conditions, very late and very exquisite.]

[It is seen as the pinnacle and ultimate of all our human activities, the final Chapter of humanity and the last theme of human philosophy.]

[— Kasir, "On Man"]

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Under the crimson waves of data, the light source spread across the city like a wildfire.

People held the fireseeds in their hands high, connecting into a path of light leading straight to the Central Building, like a long river of civilization’s decline.

They stood in similar postures, with similar expressions, holding their torches, looking towards the direction of the Central Building. The reflection of the fire danced on their faces, illuminating their blood-stained pupils.

A single torch was not enough to pierce the thick black mist, but when thousands upon thousands of fireseeds gathered, seen from above, it resembled a naturally formed long river of flames.

The flames were like souls breaking free from their shackles, as if billions of awakened souls were heading towards rebirth.

Like flying birds set free, people desperately opened the iron cage binding them, with a sound like gold shattering as the birds rushed outward, the mountain of bones piled by the cage’s edge staring hard at their backs, telling them—

Go.

Fly.

"Grandpa, why are we lighting the fire?" a little girl asked her grandfather.

Her grandfather’s cloudy eyes trembled slightly and he said, "For hope."

"What is hope?" the little girl asked.

The grandfather didn’t speak, only pointed to the sky.

Suddenly, a piercing sound broke from the firmament as hundreds and thousands of aircraft traversed the sky, like a brilliant river of stars guarding the city-state.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!"

A clear and bright light shone from their tails, like slanting meteors trailing long tails of light behind them, the splendid colors mingling with each other.

Their destination—a towering building burning brightly, like a torch amidst the Eternal Night. The base of the building was blasted open by Origin Stones, the sharp point facing upward like a blade standing in the epoch, towering to the sky.

Intense red flames pointed fiercely at the sky, even dyeing the Eternal Night red.

"Crash—crash—!!"

Here and there, the city’s light flow moved with the crowd, like uncountable morning stars crushing in the moonlight, like fine ice melting into pure fire, like fragments of light deep in the mist, or like a bizarre dream.

When the Deity sat on Hephaestus’ throne,

In an instant, the bright red color filled the entire pitch-black sky, like a sunflower blooming suddenly.

The terrifying data stream emerged and vanished from the dome, flickering like the rhythm of nerves and blood vessels. Sounds of fear shrieked from the skies.

The Deity collapsed on the rooftop, engulfed in pain brought by Roseblood. Such extreme pain was unbearable even for him, he wanted to escape through suicide, but his fingers wouldn’t move.

"—Su Ming’an! Su Ming’an! Come out!"

"Su Ming’an!!"

No response came, and the flames below already soared up.

Instantly, fierce explosions rose from beneath the Central Building, shooting straight up. The intense flames burst forth violently, resembling circles of spreading fire rings.

The building began to tremble, disintegrate!

Rubble cascaded down like tangled intertwined blood vessels, air shattered, dust flew across the sky, resembling a collapsing hell.

"Su Ming’an—!!" the Deity roared angrily.

"Acto, what are you doing! Stop, stop!!" Even the voice from the skies realized something was amiss.

Yet Su Ming’an did not reply. He tugged at the puppet threads, his soul floating above his body, observing the city-state’s night view with his soul.

He ignored the voices of anger and pleas, tugged at the corners of his lips, murmured.

"...So beautiful."

So beautiful.

—The magnificent civilized river, like hundreds of airplanes of the Morning Star, an indestructible flaming firmament.

All the fireseeds and light sources lit up at this exact moment, the city-state was already brightly illuminated.

He saw the Inner City’s surviving ginkgo trees, which had lived from year 1 of the Catastrophe to year 102, witnessing all the vicissitudes, like living fossils of civilization. And the wooden little teahouse nestled quietly within the overlapping branches, offering a good view if one sat by the railing.

The wartime command post from the Dawn War period remained intact, the political center building from Catastrophe year 49 was still there, the glass skyscraper ruins from Catastrophe year 72’s decisive night were also well-preserved, their bricks and tiles retaining their original appearance, like a long-lasting shaman.

White birds flew from the Bell Tower, ginkgo’s golden leaves scattered like butterflies with a "swish swish," until a leaf softly landed in the palm of Yasa Acto’s statue in the plaza.

Acto’s statue still held a steady smile, those eyes seemed to have penetrated through the long human history and civilized river, crossing over twenty-three hundred simulations to this beautiful city-state he never reached.

—As if Yasa Acto stood here, wearing a white coat, gazing at the civilization he rescued with his life.

Su Ming’an felt his nose tingle with emotion.

He seemed to see the creature called "human" walking for a very long time, finally reaching spring. A civilization’s conflict progressed for a long time, finally reaching its conclusion.

Some people’s spring fell on the road, some people’s spring already passed—when the next winter came.

Do you know?

——Spring has arrived. It brought warm sunshine, it brought flowers, it brought endless dawn.

When winter comes, can spring be far behind?

"——High temperature warning, cabin temperature has reached 40 degrees Celsius."

"——High temperature warning, cabin temperature has reached 45 degrees Celsius."

In the plane, Dong An’an’s hand was placed on the lever, pushing it down.

She looked back at the cabin, where a large pile of origin stones was expanding and swelling from the heat.

As the twentieth day arrived, her memory gradually returned.

"...The essence of the Dawn System is a brain in a vat, and what governs the brain in the vat is a form of collective unconscious. Acto used me as a medium to print out the program Su Xiaobi. She became the antivirus program of the Two Dimensions."

"I originally thought that as long as Acto was killed, the brain in the vat could reset. But now it seems, I was wrong."

She murmured to herself:

"What memory, what past... I was originally also a program implanted in the Dawn System. I can’t even be considered Dong An’an, I am just an antivirus program of the One Dimensions. When needed, my memory would be unsealed to prevent being observed by the Deity in advance."

"I can even be considered ’Su Xiaobi’."

"But,"

"How is a program evaluated to be considered ’real’? Under what circumstances can a program be considered ’life’?"

[Impact Countdown: 120 seconds]

She looked at the approaching Central Building:

"With the same nature, the same memory, the same thinking pattern—’we’, these electronic sheep, what exactly are we considered?"

"Su Ming’an. Are you willing to save us, these electronic sheep?"

"Why, exactly, are we worth you doing this?"

She looked through the airplane glass at Su Ming’an lying in a pool of blood on the rooftop. He lay on the ground, his body bleeding profusely, his clothes original color no longer distinguishable.

[Impact Countdown: 100 seconds]

The entire populace watched this scene from afar.

They clenched the burning fireseed in their hands and saw the airplane getting closer.

White birds flew from the Bell Tower to the distance, as if carrying a song of freedom.

[Impact Countdown: 80 seconds]

At one moment, people heard Su Ming’an’s voice.

It was Su Ming’an using his soul form to channel the ’Source’ into everyone’s ears—

"Now, you no longer have to be afraid."

The youth’s voice was clear, yet seemed to carry a sense of divinity. His voice echoed in people’s ears, as if from very far, very far away.

"——I will use myself as a rope to kill the Deity, returning the World into your hands."

"Thirty-two billion seven hundred and eighty million wartime casualties in the first year to the 32nd year of the Catastrophe, thirteen billion two hundred and thirty million casualties in the 32nd to the 72nd year of the Dawn War, four hundred seventy million casualties from the 72nd to the 102nd year, amounting to fifty billion seven hundred and ten million souls—"

"Your spirits will find peace."

"Yasa Acto, along with millions of heroic sacrifices on this land—all sacrifices were not in vain."

"Spring has come."

"You can raise birds, you can plant flowers, if you want to see the sun rise, every day the sunlight is beautiful. If you like someone, then go after it. Whatever hobbies you like, go try them."

Saying this, he smiled slightly.

"Go embrace spring."

"Choose your lives."

"Believe in your future."

"Welcome your tomorrow."

[Impact Countdown: 30 seconds]

"——And what about you!!"

It was unknown who shouted this from the myriad of lights, with an anxious tone.

"——City Lord, what about you!!!"

And then, one after another, like a surging tide, such voices emerged in layers.

Their City Lord did not answer.

A clear countdown electronic voice came through the headset.

[29]

[28]

[27]

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"Su Ming’an." The voice of the deity regained tranquility at the final moment:

"... You won."

The weight of this sentence is immensely heavy, symbolizing the defeat of another civilization and the silent extinction of countless lives.

The deity lay in a pool of blood, calmly observing the nightscape of the City-State.

In his eyes, the lights of the Ruined World were reflected.

The war of civilizations was extremely cruel; the spring of the Ruined World meant the severe winter and ending of another world.

"No." Su Ming’an whispered: "It’s ’Acto and I’ who won."

"If the person you had helped from the beginning was me..." The deity’s voice held a trace of unwillingness.

"..." Su Ming’an was silent for a moment before speaking the words he had said to Lin Guang back then.

"There is no if."

He looked up at the approaching airplane before him.

Inside the cabin, Dong An’an’s voice came:

"Su Ming’an, according to the Dawn System’s divination, using the method of a plane crash to deliver the last code to you has the highest success rate. It can instantly eradicate your physical body while triggering high heat to activate the electronic phantom. Meanwhile, as the antivirus program, I can return to the Dawn System after the mission ends, reducing the probability of exploitation by [Ta Wei]..."

"No need to explain the principle." Su Ming’an suddenly interrupted her with a smile:

"In the final moment, say something you want to say. As Dong An’an or as Su Xiaobi, you can choose."

Dong An’an was slightly taken aback.

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[Impact countdown: 10 seconds]

[9]

[8]

[7]

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"London Bridge is falling down..."

She pressed her lips together and hummed a tune gently without saying much.

Through the heated and expanding glass, their gazes intertwined amidst the growing flames, like two white birds with interlaced feathers.

Su Ming’an was slightly taken aback, soon humming softly alongside her.

At the decreasing distance, her eyes were so clear as if they could reflect Su Ming’an’s soul.

"So interesting." She laughed aloud:

"So interesting... Although I’m just killing a body, it’s..."

"—I’m here to fulfill the promise, Su Ming’an."

"London Bridge is falling down..."

"Falling down, Falling down."

"London Bridge is falling down..."

At the moment when the plane collided with the building,

like a brilliant light illuminating from the horizon, sweeping across the entire firmament.

The plane crashed into the Central Building, causing the Origin Stone inside the cabin to rapidly expand with heat, creating an effect akin to a small nuclear explosion. The violent explosion swept out, surging fire waves roared like a long dragon, reaching the sky in an instant.

In these splendid flames—

it seemed as if a white emoticon flickered briefly, then disappeared within the flames.

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"My fair doctor."

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[Goodbye ♪(^∇^*)]

[So happy to meet you ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ]

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"Boom——!!!"

Heaven and Earth shook.

The golden firelight illuminated the night.

One circle, two circles, three circles—the brilliant lights and currents surged up from the building, blooming with dazzling brilliance in the Eternal Night. A distant light illuminated from the horizon, like a morning star of civilization, flowing out with the flames like a setting sun!

People felt a sting on their eardrums as if the entire world was overturning and reborn, accompanied by the red and striking data streams in the sky.

"Boom——Boom——Boom——!!!"

The chain explosions constantly sounded, under the extremely high heat generated, the last Dawn Code flashed in the air, finally merging into the brilliant flames, as if it were a meandering creek.

The body of the youth on the building was annihilated in the flickering data. An electronic phantom was born from it.

Five seconds later,

like a receding tide, the scarlet in the sky began to disappear, the greedy sounds of the horizon were wiped away, and the Black Mist was withdrawn thread by thread like silk being peeled away.

This scene was filled with the awe of a divine miracle, as if a real god from heaven was pouring light upon the Mortal World, like the enactment of an ancient myth—endless darkness was gradually being extracted, drowning everyone’s vision.

People raised their heads, imprinting this scene into their eyes, becoming an unforgettable picture for life.

The next second.

—Dawn was born at this moment.

Like spreading Wildfire, sunlight descended like a raging fire, reaching from the horizon bit by bit, as if a pair of invisible large hands had broken through the Eternal Night.

The Black Mist retreated step by step like defeated soldiers until the light engulfed the entire world.

Dawn spilled into every corner as if coexisting with every household; every inch was shining brightly.

People were struck speechless by this scene, staring blankly at the sudden arrival of the sunlight. When the first bright beam of light fell upon their faces, in that instant, most people shed tears.

"Spring... is here." The elderly soldier murmured:

"... Came."

Luocha slowly landed his aircraft and turned around, hugging his girlfriend. Along with him were the students from Constantine University embracing each other by their hundreds of aircraft.

"Shanshan, spring... is here."

His girlfriend sobbed briefly, laughing and crying:

"The thesis was burned to ash..."

On the charred Crow, a burnt girl supported a youth. Che had already fastened the red cloak like blood. The cloak fluttered in the wind, still like the initial flag of the Beacon.

"Sis." Che looked at the sky dazedly: "He truly did it."

"I always believed in him." Yuanyuan smiled, blood flowed from her bruised purple and blue skin.

Upon the ruins of the plane wreckage, Lu buried the bodies of the other thirty-five pilots, lit a cigarette, and lifted his chin:

"Look."

"Spring sunshine is so beautiful..."

At Constantine University, people shouted as they rushed out of the auditorium.

At the City-State Square, someone offered wildflowers to the statue.

In The Fringe, ragged residents tightly embraced each other.

In streets and alleys, the Fireseed in people’s hands still burned.

Outside, fully armed soldiers jumped off trucks and bowed towards the City-State in unison.

Spring.

Spring.

Spring.

As if they had lost other words in the language, people kept repetitively chanting this word, as only it could describe this brilliant moment.

The building tilted amidst flames and crumbled. Charred bricks fell to the ground, like the end of an era.

All the scenes were extremely dazzling, like suddenly unveiling a layer of curtain. People faced the sunlight overhead, shakily reaching out their hands to touch the precious light.

An elderly cried out, loud and clear. Soon, people’s cries and laughter swept the City-State like wave tides.

At this moment, they suddenly felt the power of the sunrise.

Weightlessly, the heaviness in their chest intensified little by little.

And at the intersection of their gaze—

at the top of the building where the sunlight was most blinding, it seemed there was a transparent soul, overlooking from the tall building for a while, smiling and turning away.

Before leaving, as if sensing people’s gaze, he turned back, his dark gray eyes reflecting the complete Mortal World.

The white coat rose with the wind, like the gentle wings of a white dove.

"—To the distant traveling brethren."

"Head towards the elusive distant homeland."

He looked upon the people, offering a faint smile, with tender eyes. It was like he saw endless time and rivers, and also like he saw everything he loved dearly.

Amidst the burnt ashes, he paused and smiled, then turned and dispersed.

People gazed at him with tears.

As if seeing an entire spring.

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[(TE·Rebirth of All Things) Perfect Completion Progress: 100%]

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