Chapter 181
Chapter 181 of "Welcome to Rewind World Game" opens presenting twists: Chapter 181: Chapter 179: "This Is the World You Want to SaveSu Mingâan pressed against... Keep following!
Chapter 181: Chapter 179: "This Is the World You Want to SaveSu Mingâan pressed against the wall, lost in thought.
Even the barrage, which always liked to meddle, was advising him:
He knew that the barrage was right.
But from the perspective of the game process, it was impossible for an event to suddenly emerge in front of him for no reason just to make him run away.
The game process was interconnected, each link leading to the next; if he chose to skip one of them, he might fail due to missing clues when entering the next stage.
If he just wanted to pass normally, of course he could flee. But his goal was a Perfect Pass, so he couldnât miss any event presented before him.
He thought for a moment, sighed, and moved his feet regardless.
Bright red blood from a chest wound splattered on the snowy ground, causing a tumult among the crowd.
Panic spread quickly, a child suddenly burst into tears but was quickly silenced by his mother covering his mouth, afraid they might be the next to be killed.
These suddenly appeared Regular Army soldiers cared not for the old, weak, sick, or disabled; they killed anyone they apprehended, without reason.
...They were looking for someone.
Someone who had suddenly appeared in their town, like a deity granting them awakening powers, opening up a bright path for them, a godlike figure.
"Mo Mo."
The elderly Mayor whispered to the scruffy man in the crowd, "He was at your place yesterday; you should know where he is. Find him quickly."
Mo Mo held Qingqing, a struggle flashing across his eyes.
Qingqingâs body was cold as ice.
Because the townfolk had been suddenly driven out of the town early in the morning, many people didnât even put on thick clothes, standing in this blizzard-stricken square, none of them were not cold.
He held Qingqing, transferring his own warmth to her bit by bit.
"I also... donât know," Mo Mo said softly, "He left yesterday afternoon, seemed to be heading towards the Tower, but then I didnât see him."
"And, Mayor Grandpa." Qingqing suddenly spoke up, her bright eyes looking at the elderly Mayor: "Even if we knew where he is, we shouldnât turn him over. He saved us yesterday..."
"Nonsense! How can nobles be the same as us!" the Mayor tapped the ground with his cane, frowning deeply: "Those nobles will be fine if they are taken back, but if we donât find him, weâll truly be dead."
On the side, a timid young man also spoke:
"Yes, Qingqing, youâre young and donât understand these things. Even if that noble did good yesterday... itâs just compensation from the nobles. If they had such a method, they should have benefited the continent a long time ago. They are just using us as test subjects. Those nobles, are not good people at all..."
"Iâve always said it canât be problem-free. Where are such good things, give abilities and leave, it must be those power struggles again, and they have dragged us into it..." people were saying nearby.
Qingqing blinked her eyes.
She didnât understand why these elders who were ecstatic about gaining powers and treated him like a God yesterday, ready to celebrate with drums and music, now treated him like an enemy, insisting on turning him out.
The change in attitude was too sudden, and she had still not caught up.
And while she was pondering, the crowd suddenly erupted into chaos again. Then, she felt a large hand reaching through the crowd and in an instant reached out, precisely grasping her shoulder.
"Qingqing, Qingqingâ"
Mo Moâs cries burst forth, and the next moment, she felt herself being violently pulled out, facing a long spear stained with fresh blood.
"Countdown begins."
the armored soldier said.
The spearhead shimmered with cold light, and Qingqing stared at its needle-like glint, observing the townsfolk who feared provoking the soldiers, her expression devoid of fear.
She laughed suddenly when she was chosen out of the blue to be killed just as suddenly.
"Big Brother was right," she said with a happy smile, her eyes like mirrors, reflecting the panic and chaos of the people:
"...Uncles and aunties, your behavior is indeed absurd."
Everyone had the ability.
Indeed, not all were completely defenseless, as some hunters were even more skilled than the soldiers. Even her father, Mo Mo, was a powerful Ability user.
But it was because it wasnât themselves being killed, because it was like the slow cut of a dull knife, that they could pray it wasnât their turn next, that they could hope someone would indeed come to save them. So not even a collective rebellion was attempted, and on the rare occasion someone did stand out, they were quickly made an example of to deter others.
...Awakening their abilities and gaining strength, the commoners remained commoners. They were not soldiers; they lacked the spirit and the real combat training. Such people, even if they saw blood, would only draw backâbecause they had long been accustomed to being squeezed into smaller spaces for survival and then retreating without a word.
Her words caused a stir, and then, more eyes fixed on her as if she were an "alien" once again.
Those eyes were filled with a mix of complex emotions, envy, jealousy, and now, an added layer of fear.
Unable to bear it any longer, Mo Mo, standing amidst the crowd, erupted with energy when he saw Qingqing so close to the spear, and charged towards the soldiers encircling them.
At the same moment, flames began to rise from Qingqingâs hands.
The flames were weak, minuscule, like candlelight before a window, which at best could be used to start a fire. But to ignite at such a moment was her silent declaration of war against the fully armed soldiers.
...Though it was less a declaration of war than a
Even Mo Mo... stood off to the side without coming over, her expression full of complexity.
But Qingqing seemed unafraid, holding his hand.
"Since you have to leave sooner or later, why drag these innocent townfolk into it?" the young Leader said, with a touch of mockery. "Helping them to awaken, pulling them into the vortex of strife, and now youâre going to leave as if it has nothing to do with youâyou should know this town is very close to where the two armies clash. Once there is a collective Combat Power, everyone will be conscripted to join the army."
Su Mingâan didnât speak.
"It used to be a desolate and dangerous place, but now everyone has value, no side will let this modified town go," the young Leader continued with a laugh. "Her Highness Hui Shuhang intends for me to take everyone back, to research the changes in their bodies."
Su Mingâan suddenly remembered the laboratory he saw at the start.
The innocent man who was used as an experimental subject and lost his life on the lab table was said to be dragged from a nearby town. And many more such human experimental subjects were stored in the regular armyâs underground chamber.
He had heard of it at the time but didnât pay much attention to it, still pondering the contents of Qin Wangâs experimental diary.
But now... being in a "nearby town", he truly felt what it took to succeed in this experiment that changed the continent.
...Far more than just a few formulas, an Array.
"But of course, we could also choose not to do so," the young Leader said. "To us, you are much more important than these half-experiment subjects. If you go back, you would be far more significant than these townfolk... Go back with us, and we will let everyone go, allowing them to leave this dangerous land."
Upon hearing this, Su Mingâan laughed instead:
"It seems Hui Shuhang didnât tell you that such a trade means nothing to me."
"Yes, thatâs right," the young Leader didnât deny it, continuing to ask, "so will you come back with us?"
Su Mingâan wondered if these soldiers were hard of hearing.
As he shifted his gaze, preparing to charge his way out, he saw the looks in the townfolkâs eyes.
Their expressions were filled with fear, longing, and anticipation.
Facing the countless heavy gazes, he felt weightless.
Both in his body and in his mind.
They were silent, yet it was as if countless voices were pleading with him.
"" Su Mingâan recited the phrase from the Perfect Pass line, his voice faint:
The townfolk watched him, their eyes filled with expectation for the .
They pleaded for his "small effort," they pleaded for him to let them go.
Su Mingâan, seeing their earnest eyes, laughed out loud:
"Very well, Qin Wang, seeâyouâre the world you want to save."
With that, he swung his sword without hesitation towards the head of the young Leader beside him.