Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 881 - 878th - : "The Great Good Man Turns Out to Be Myself.

Chapter 881: 878th Chapter: "The Great Good Man Turns Out to Be Myself.

Su Ming’an was seeing such a scene for the first time.

The man and woman were fiercely arguing, their thunderous voices echoing through the apartment building, faces flushed, like two bulls locked in combat.

They pointed at each other’s noses and eyes, using the most vile and filthy words to describe one another. The wife’s face bore the mark of a slap embedded in her cheekbone, while the husband’s arm was covered in bleeding wounds. Their conversation revolved around the house, money, retirement, insurance, and cancer.

This left Su Ming’an dazed, as if he had stepped into another world—no, as if he had returned to the world he originally knew. A world where a couple could turn against each other for a tiny bit of wealth, where even purchasing an egg at home needed careful consideration.

A reality that was despairingly real.

At this moment, the woman turned her head and suddenly noticed Su Ming’an at the stairway corner.

"Why is there a young one standing here?" The woman coughed: "Is this person someone you brought back?"

"No." The man thought for a moment and pointed at Su Ming’an: "Isn’t he a friend of our daughter? The one called Su Wensheng."

"Go, go, stand over there!"

The man shouted at Su Ming’an and raised his hand to continue hitting the exhausted woman. The woman spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Stop." A cold voice came from behind.

The man felt a heaviness on his body, and with a "thud," he was pressed firmly to the ground by an invisible force. Frantically, he screamed and turned to look at Su Ming’an.

Luminous blue light swirled around Su Ming’an.

Su Ming’an did not use Spatial Vibration, as it was too likely to tear the man to pieces. He used the relatively gentler Gravity Suppression, a skill from the upper body Equipment [Heart of the Future (Purple)].

As Su Ming’an approached, he smelled a strong scent of alcohol on the man. He glanced at Su Luoluo, whose gloom seemed even heavier in her eyes now. Engulfed in such a family environment for long, how could she possibly be as cheerful as a typical child?

In the past, he lacked the Ability to counter such families, but now he possessed it.

"Let me go!" The man struggled for a while: "Are you from the Talisman Family? Release me! I’m not going to hit her anymore!"

Su Luoluo quietly watched the man pinned to the ground, writhing comically like a turtle turned on its back, yet she felt no amusement, only sadness as she clutched the scars accumulated over years on her arm.

Her long talks, verbal resistance, and emotional attempts had had no effect on the man. Yet violence met with violence worked immediately. This man was just a creature afraid of Strength, adept at turning the blade on the weaker ones, but the moment he faced a stronger opponent, he shrank into his shell like a turtle.

The man raised his voice:

"I know you, you’re called Su Wensheng, studying at the number one high school in the south of the city. You’re learning talismans, your Strength is just at level one! Just a regular student!"

Su Ming’an stopped and watched him.

"I’ve seen many kids like you. Thinking you’re a Hero with a bit of Skill, you start posing as a superhero, helping others everywhere without considering if your Ability is enough." The man threatened:

"How old are you this year? Just came of age, haven’t even entered society, right? All children are the same, their experience pitifully scarce, yet they get all fired up, interfering even in couples’ matters. I tell you, you pin me down here, and you’re only doing good to yourself."

Su Ming’an continued to look at him indifferently.

The man’s face twisted into a snarl: "I know your situation, your family lives next to mine, also not a wealthy household—you attack me today, and tomorrow I’ll go to the City Guardian Department, cry foul, tell them you used your power on an ordinary person, see if you don’t get expelled! I’m telling you, I have ample ways to handle kids like you!"

To prevent senseless killings among humans, generally, Talisman Family members cannot use force against ordinary people. Otherwise, it’s very easy to cause casualties.

"Get out of here! Let go of my husband! Quickly go away!" The woman on the ground also stood up and grabbed Su Ming’an’s arm.

Su Ming’an looked at her neck covered in dark bruises. Just a moment ago, she was bleeding under the man’s assault. He saved her, yet now she seemed to forget the harm the man caused.

The woman’s shrill voice echoed down the hallway, and faintly in the darkness, shadows of Scavengers appeared, staring in this direction.

Even the neighbors next door curiously opened a crack in their doors, a few cold stares hiding in the shadow, observing over here.

"Did you hear? Otherwise, tomorrow I’ll go to the Guardian Department, make a scene, bring others to shout, and ruin your reputation!" The man showed a smug expression: "Little brat, what good is learning a few talismans, and you think you can fight me."

"..." Su Ming’an was encountering such a scoundrel for the first time.

He had given countless orders, making countless people run to fulfill them, a magnitude reaching millions or even tens of millions. But he had never had contact with such petty people.

In his eyes were only the fate of Humanity, the blue waters and skies of the Planet, the life and death between civilizations, and the highest quality populations. People would ask him whether to give up billions for Dimensional Downgrade, yet they never asked him what to do when a husband abuses his wife.

This made him feel as if he had returned to the Mortal World.

"..." Facing the man’s triumphant look, Su Ming’an raised his hand.

The woman saw Su Ming’an’s action and instantly became nervous, grabbing his sleeve: "What are you going to do! Don’t hurt him!"

"He was just abusing you and your daughter." Su Ming’an glanced at her. Her face, neck, and arms were full of bruises, the slap prints still very visible.

"Go away, go away!" The wife firmly refused to let go.

Su Ming’an couldn’t help but remember the news he once saw during his days at school, how people would always choose to forgive their partners even when they committed unforgivable acts.

Su Ming’an shook off the woman’s hand. He wasn’t doing it to harm the man, only to pull Su Luoluo away with him.

Su Luoluo’s hand was ice-cold, and Su Ming’an felt as though he was holding a piece of cold ice. The girl stood in the shabby house, her excessively slender figure seemed embedded in the wall’s gray-white.

"Little cloud..." Her voice was very soft.

"Let’s go." Su Ming’an pulled her along, heading out.

The cold night wind poured into her thin, threadbare clothing, and the cotton fluff of her hat swayed like Dong Xue, the little bear slippers flopping their ears as if they had come to life. As if numerous small animals were gently perched upon her.

Suddenly, the man’s sharp curse cut through the silence:

"—Su Wensheng! Let her go!"

Su Luoluo’s steps faltered, she looked at the man, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

...Has Dad finally not wanted to give her up?

"Su Wensheng! You can take her away if you want!" The man reached out to Su Ming’an, palm facing up:

"Give money! Give house! Give chariot! Enough money! I’ll let you take her, anywhere you want!"

Su Luoluo’s light in her eyes disappeared.

"Aren’t you selling your daughter? You really drank too much!" Came the woman’s voice from behind.

"Isn’t brother studying on the other side of town, coming back in a few days, as long as the incense isn’t cut, it’s fine." The man muttered softly to the woman.

Su Ming’an had no intention of engaging with the man, leading Su Luoluo down.

"Fine, not giving money, right? Tonight, I’ll go to your house, make a racket!" The man, seeing Su Ming’an’s expression, suddenly got angry, grabbing his liquor bottle, ready to go downstairs.

Su Ming’an’s eyes sharpened, but suddenly he saw someone.

A shadow appeared in the hallway, slowly emerging, cloaked in pitch-black, showing only a pair of pale, slender hands, the figure tall and slender.

Su Ming’an didn’t recognize this suddenly appearing person.

The cloaked figure stood on the stairs, first glancing at Su Ming’an, then turning back to stare at the man and woman for a few seconds.

"Who...who’s this now?" The man was startled by the sudden appearance of the cloaked figure: "Who are you!"

The cloaked figure let out a cold laugh. He stretched out his articulated hand and flicked it upwards, and in an instant, white and green bills danced in the stairwell like a sky full of fireworks.

"Living like a dog is not disgraceful," the cloaked figure said indifferently, "but willingly assimilating like a dog, losing one’s human nature, is truly disgraceful."

The eyes of the man and woman turned green as they stared at the fluttering hundred-yuan bills, instantly forgetting the conflict moments earlier. Like a dog standing on its hind legs, they raised both hands high to grab the flying bills. Then, like a dog on all fours, they crowded on the ground, frantically picking up the fallen bills, as if licking bones.

Even the neighbors who watched the drama with cold eyes instantly rushed out, joining this money-grabbing spree. Over a dozen people shoved and scrambled like they had lost their human rationality.

"People become gods for ideals and dogs for desire." The cloaked figure turned back and looked at Su Ming’an.

Su Ming’an, holding Su Luoluo’s hand, slowly retreated, clenching the spatial vibration. He knew his true identity was the Alliance Hierarch of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance, and it was possible someone might come to assassinate him where he was hiding.

As Su Ming’an retreated, the cloaked figure followed. Gradually, those grabbing for cash could no longer see them.

At this moment, the cloaked figure raised his hand and tidied his clothes.

Su Ming’an was on guard but saw the cloaked figure kneel on one knee after tidying his clothes.

Outside the stairwell, the glowing green daylight fell through the lattice, and the cloaked figure placed his hand on his chest, the articulated fingers seemingly coated with green light.

"The Minister sent me to act as your Guardian, saying that with the rising concentration of Spiritual Energy, anomalies are appearing more frequently. With a Guardian by your side, you’ll be safer," the cloaked figure said softly.

"Hmm?" Su Ming’an was momentarily baffled.

So, it was an ally.

But... Minister? What position is this within the Human Self-Rescue Alliance?

"The Minister also asked me to inquire if you want to investigate the identity of the first Dream Patrol Family," the cloaked figure asked.

...Wasn’t this question already asked by Xin Yue a few hours ago?

Su Ming’an’s mind raced, suddenly realizing a fact beyond his imagination.

...

[Holy Alliance Army God of Love.]

[Human Self-Rescue Alliance hates Deity.]

[City Guardian Department is a good man, saving everyone equally.]

[Old God Court is a bad guy, hating everyone equally.]

...

Minister.

Deputy Minister.

"Are you... from the City Guardian Department?" Su Ming’an asked quietly.

"Hmm?" The cloaked figure was taken aback: "Yes, do you have any questions?"

Su Ming’an shook his head, but inside, his heart was in turmoil.

——How many vests does Su Wensheng have?

The plain, simple student is me.

The Alliance Hierarch of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance is me.

The Deputy Minister of the City Guardian Department is also me.

The world-shocking first Dream Patrol Family is also me.

"There’s no need to investigate who the first Dream Patrol Family is," Su Ming’an said.

"Understood, I’ll relay the message tonight and come to find you again tomorrow. As for this couple, rest assured, there will be a way to punish them," the cloaked figure said, his figure dissolving like shattered black lacquer, disappearing on the spot. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Su Ming’an turned his head to see Su Luoluo leaning against him, already passed out. It must have been the cloaked figure’s doing. Su Ming’an shook her awake; she looked a bit pale.

"Didn’t you have dinner tonight?" Su Ming’an asked.

"...I seem to have low blood sugar," Su Luoluo glanced around: "What happened? I remember a cloaked figure was scattering money?"

"He’s just a behaviorist, he’s gone now." Su Ming’an took a chocolate bar from his backpack and handed it to her.

"What’s this?" Su Luoluo asked.

"Chocolate, to replenish energy."

"Ah, it’s what rich people like and is precious in the city..." Su Luoluo pushed it back: "It mustn’t be easy to get, you eat it."

Su Ming’an stuffed the chocolate into her hand and led her away from the frightening familial mire.

...

[npc (Su Luoluo) Favorability: 60+10 points! (Friendship Line)]

...

Since Su Luoluo temporarily couldn’t go back home, Su Ming’an took her to his place. His father and grandma hadn’t returned and were nowhere to be found, as he had never seen them.

Su Luoluo sat on the sofa. She seemed to like chocolate, eating it with treasuring nibs, like a hamster clutching a chestnut.

"It’s past midnight, the first Dream Patrol Family should have already launched ’Louyue Nation: Chapter Two’." Su Luoluo apologized, "Sorry, it’s all my family’s mess delaying you."

"Do you regret it?" Su Ming’an asked.

Su Luoluo paused for a moment, realizing what Su Ming’an was asking. She whispered, "Children always hold hope for their parents, wishing they’d love them even when they’re rotten. In truth, before gambling, my dad was a good family man, but times changed him, money corrupted him. I... don’t hate them, just feel regretful."

Su Ming’an sat silently, picking up the Dream Patrol Helmet.

Su Luoluo, bruised all over, resembled Yuanyuan, and even his childhood self.

"So, I’m always thinking if I could become a top streamer and have a lot of money, wouldn’t these things stop happening? With plenty of money, many couples wouldn’t fight at all." Su Luoluo bit her lips, "But now, that dream seems... out of reach."

"It’s not out of reach," Su Ming’an said.

He fastened the helmet. Letting her put on the helmet as well, he placed his finger on the activation button.

"Come," he said:

"Press it, and it will come true."