Chapter 319 - -
Take a look at Chapter 319 of "Welcome to Rewind World Game": Chapter 319: Chapter 316 - "So He Shall Be My Deity for This LifetimeSu Mingâan... See what happens next!
Chapter 319: Chapter 316 - "So He Shall Be My Deity for This LifetimeSu Mingâan swiftly initiated spatial vibration, causing two areas of space to jolt violently.
A white solid emitted a burst of red light, like a meteor hurtling toward the Soul Clan still sitting in their seats. The flames within seemed ready to burst forth, the crimson color leaking through the cracksâ
"Boomââ!"
The Soul Clan were about to move, but a fierce explosion had already engulfed them, completely shrouding the entire seating area.
Since it was a confined space, and the group of Soul Clan were still in a state of watching the show, they had no chance to escape in that instant.
Wood chips scattered, flesh and blood flew. Su Mingâan unsheathed his sword and cut through the arm of a Soul Clan member flying towards him.
The white solid that Su Mingâan had tossed out was the mechanical explosive he had crafted while speaking. Standing behind Archilev, no one saw what his hands were doing behind his back.
Together with the one he had created at the start of the game, he had thrown out two explosives in total.
The effect of the explosives was excellent. He had already witnessed their high-explosive damage in the Fourth World. Being detonated in such a place, their efficacy was even better, and he heard a sound like running water of kills ringing in his ears.
Kassan, standing beside him, trembled all over, seemingly unable to believe he was witnessing such a scene.
"Li... Little Na!"
He lunged forward, seemingly trying to rush into the flames, but his leg made a "crack" sound, and he fell to the ground in agony.
Su Mingâan paid no attention to this man. He simply swung his sword at the Soul Clan members who were escaping from the explosion.
"Swoosh!"
Blood spurted out before his eyes.
When he noticed someone trying to escape in another direction, he reached out his hand and summoned Shadow.
The seven Occupation Points he had saved were reduced to two. Shadow appeared with no words wasted, teleporting to another exit, covering the fleeing Soul Clan with a large area of spatial vibration.
"Boomââ!"
In the sealed underground hall, blood and flesh flew in all directions.
Bodies lay scattered on the ground, mutilated and still smeared with unextinguished flames.
Kassan crawled into the dust and debris, where under the splinters he found little Na, who had fainted.
The explosive had detonated at the level of peopleâs heads. The fallen little Na was relatively unharmed, only pinned down by a chair.
Kassan desperately moved the chair, his hands scratched and bleeding from the sharp wood splinters. His legs dragged on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.
As he strenuously dragged little Na out with both hands, he saw a shadow loom over him.
A man with a blood-red mask and one arm missing cast a ferocious look his way, his claw reaching for Kassanâs head.
"Swoosh!"
The long sword pierced through the chest of the red-masked man. Su Mingâan sheathed his weapon and kicked out, sending Chad flying into a patch of bright flames.
He watched as Chad desperately rolled in the flames. Turning his head, he looked at Kassan, who lay on the ground clinging to little Na.
...And at Archilev, who was standing not far away watching him.
The old man was unscathed, his clothes still neat. Even his hand remained on the brim of his top hat, as if he were straightening it.
At that moment, Su Mingâan heard the system prompt:
"Ding-dong!" A crisp sound, Su Mingâan leveled up to Third Rank Six.
Shadow continued pursuing the fleeing Soul Clan. It wouldnât be long before they were completely annihilated.
Su Mingâan confronted Archilev, the only Soul Clan left standing in the hall, with his sword raised.
He was unclear about the otherâs attitude.
But it was evident that the otherâs combat power was quite high. To have survived such an explosion and appear unfazed.
As an upper-tier member of the Soul Clan, his strength might be even greater than Sayaâs had been.
Archilev remained silent.
He traced his hand around his top hat, straightening it after it had been slightly skewed by the explosion.
"Very impressive," he suddenly spoke: "It seems I was right to bring you along today."
"...Youâve grown tired of this bunch already?"
"What the Soul Clan needs are brethren united in cause, not monsters driven solely by the survival of the fittest," Archilev said. "They... have been overly influenced by Luciaâs dominance."
"So you also wish for these people to die?"
"I merely appreciate brethren with unique insights," Archilev opened his arms, smiling broadly: "I wonât expose you. On the contrary, I feel your ideas quite align with mine. You give off a very familiar sensation... I would rather help brethren who think like me."
Su Mingâan remained silent.
He was unsure whether the old manâs words were sincere or feigned, or if the other simply did not want to entangle with him.
The communicator had no signal underground; he was ready to go up and convey the information.
"Youâre planning on leaving just like that?" Archilev said.
"Whatâs the matter?" Su Mingâan turned to his side, looking at him.
"The young man on the ground is about to die," Archilev said.
Su Mingâan cast his gaze downward.
Kassan was holding the unconscious Xiaona, his body covered in blood.
Earlier, Chadâs kick had broken Kassanâs ribs, causing internal bleeding. He had mustered all his willpower to make it to Xiaonaâs side, and now his breathing was shallow, in more than out.
"Thereâs no saving him," Su Mingâan said.
Archilev smiled slightly, said nothing, and just slowly approached Kassan.
To Su Mingâanâs surpri
"...Now looking at it, you two are extremely alike," he said softly:
"Whether itâs behavior, speech, or... the way you look with the mask on."
Su Mingâan didnât speak.
He was just silent, facing Archilevâs probing words.
He had realized that Su Rin had laid out a grand scheme.
Even Archilev, the leader of the Soul Clan in the Eastern District, was a being turned by Su Rin.
This chess game completely enveloped the Yate Empire, Pulaya, Cloud City, and the Soul Clan and humans above it.
No matter where he went, he would encounter people in the scheme like Saya and Archilev.
"At that time, I wondered, why did that person save me? Why didnât he let the human who fell in love with a Soul Clan member follow his destined path?" Archilev said softly:
"I lived like a rat underground, in the gutters, never seeing the light of day, always wearing a mask."
"But later, I came to understand."
"None of that really matters."
"...We just want to âliveâ."
"To âliveâ with the one we love."
"He gave me that chance, and I took it, and have since considered him my deity."
"Nothing more."
"Because he restored my dignity."
"...So he will be the deity of my lifetime."
Kassan slowly rose from the ground.
The wounds on his body healed at an unbelievable rate, and he was aware of what had happened.
As he carried Xiaona and passed by the floor-length mirror in the hall, he saw his own blood-red eyes reflected back at him.
"Xiaona..."
He murmured to himself.
After a brief silence, he picked up a pitch-black Evil Ghost Mask from the ground, placing it over his face.
The mask was wide and didnât quite fit his face shape; it was also cracked from the explosion.
He adjusted it slightly, the black mask obscuring his youthful visage.
With his unconscious love on his back, turning away from the ruined hall, he walked with a slow pace, as though carrying an immense weight on his shoulders.
...until he entered the shadows of a staircase.
The scent of the Soul Clan emanated from him.
...and gradually merged with the scent of Xiaona.