Welcome to Rewind World Game

Xiao Jingsan handed a human skin mask to Su Ming'an.

"Dear Angel, since you've joined the Old Day Church, starting today, there's a mission for you. You need to infiltrate the City Guardian Department to help the Old Day Church assassinate someone. I'll send a partner to accompany you. At that time, whatever reward you want, I can agree to it," Xiao Jingsan said.

"I want to see your Prophecy Stone Wall, is that possible?" Su Ming'an asked.

"Of course it is."

"So, who do I need to kill?" Su Ming'an said.

Xiao Jingsan smiled:

"This time, the target of assassination is extremely important to the entire human race."

"He has united various alliances, nations, and independent cities, becoming a bridge between hundreds of forces, contributing indelibly to humanity. If he continues to unite them, the Old Day Church will inevitably be besieged sooner or later. Therefore, we must kill him."

Su Ming'an nodded: "Who is it?"

"The name of this person is—"

Xiao Jingsan stared into Su Ming'an's eyes and lowered his voice:

"City Guardian Department, Deputy Minister. Su Shize."

Su Ming'an's mind seemed to buzz.

—Even though he had never heard the name Su Shize, isn't that one of his own vests?

Am I to assassinate my own vest?

"Recently, there is news that one of the Six Stars of the Guardian Department, Ji Puyu, appeared near the Ubang Nation. Ji Puyu has a close relationship with Su Shize, almost inseparable. By tracking his whereabouts, we determined that Su Shize is currently in the City Guardian Department." Xiao Jingsan said, clapping his hands.

Immediately, a young girl approached, dressed sharply in long sleeves and pants, her steps steady and strong.

"This member of the Old Day Church is named Chao Yan, and she is your partner for this assassination mission; she will assist you," Xiao Jingsan introduced:

Su Ming'an looked at the girl.

"Don't you think she resembles the orphan girl Chao Yan from 'Louyue Nation'?" Su Ming'an said.

"Oh, indeed," Xiao Jingsan glanced at Chao Yan, "but it's quite normal for people to look alike in this world."

Seeing Xiao Jingsan deliberately playing dumb, Su Ming'an said no more.

Putting on the human skin mask, and taking the falsified identification from Xiao Jingsan, Su Ming'an's identity turned into a high school intern newly joined the City Guardian Department. Under this identity, he would infiltrate the City Guardian Department to assassinate the Deputy Minister.

His vests were becoming more numerous.

Suspecting Su Wensheng, understanding Su Wensheng, becoming Su Wensheng.

Utilizing the Teleportation Talisman, he quickly arrived at the City Guardian Department, using the false identity to pass the security check.

"Name?"

"Su Xiaobai."

"Age?"

"19."

"You're an intern, right, go on in, go straight for five hundred meters then turn left, there's a building, you can form teams and find tasks yourself."

Staring at the azure sky, Su Ming'an breathed the fresh air heavily. The environment here was much better compared to the Black Mist.

The style of the city resembled Western Europe, with ochre and ivory-white buildings everywhere, and Su Ming'an noticed that the crowd was flowing in one direction, the atmosphere was very noisy, almost like a celebrity concert.

"Quick, quick, if we're late, we'll miss it!" A few young men were pushing each other, trying to move forward in the crowd:

"There are already few spots, envoys from various countries have occupied a bunch of places, reporters, streamers, internet celebrities, and diplomats have occupied another bunch of spots, leaving even fewer for us!"

Su Ming'an, seeing this, stepped forward to ask: "What's happening?"

The young man glanced at him, saw the intern badge on Su Ming'an's chest, and said: "You're an intern? No wonder you don't know, the First Dream Patrol Family is having a meet-and-greet today! Almost everyone went to watch."

He pushed Su Ming'an aside: "Alright, don't block my way, if we're late it will be too late."

Su Ming'an stepped back, watching the surging crowd and the dense sea of heads on the street. In the distance, he could see a conference hall; the entrance was already crowded, even the trees, fences, and rooftops of other buildings outside the auditorium were packed with people, some squatting or sitting, holding up binoculars, seemingly satisfied just to watch from afar.

Many people even held up light signs, banners, support boards of the First Dream Patrol Family, wore glittering accessories and bracelets, and tried desperately to squeeze inside.

Su Ming'an focused his eyes, seeing that the accessory indeed came from the 'Girl Dream Project,' the little bow worn by Alice's head. It seemed people in the current world quickly developed surrounding merchandise.

Thinking about it, the Dream Patrol game is absolutely the hottest circle in the world, and could even be said to be the most important circle, developing so rapidly is only normal.

"First Dream Patrol Family... has such great attraction," Su Ming'an said.

The First Dream Patrol Family appeared for the first time in the real world. Those long-awaiting political entities immediately flocked over. It indeed needed a public meeting occasion, now it's just right.

"If you replace 'First Dream Patrol Family' with 'Number One Player,' wouldn't that make the attraction seem reasonable?" Chao Yan said: "People follow the First Dream Patrol Family so zealously and the audience follows the Number One Player with the same zeal, there's no difference."

"You know a lot," Su Ming'an turned his head to look at Chao Yan.

"No, other players told me," Chao Yan winked: "I actually know nothing, I'm just an ordinary member of the Old Day Church."

Su Ming'an listened, only managing a soybean-like smile.

"Bang."

The street was too crowded, Su Ming'an accidentally bumped into a young man, and the bowl in the young man's hand just hit Su Ming'an's hand.

Su Ming'an looked down and saw it was a bowl of meat soup, but made of ultra-light clay, so it wouldn't spill.

"Sorry, I was walking too fast and bumped into you," the young man apologized.

Su Ming'an returned the meat soup to the young man, and when he looked up, he got startled.

This young man was wearing a black long robe with opposite collars, a belt with cloud patterns of moon white around his waist, and a high ponytail tied with his hair—this was exactly the appearance of the Eldest Prince from 'Louyue Nation.'

Seeing "himself" appear in the real world, Su Ming'an's heart suddenly tightened.

However, he quickly recognized that the young man's hair was a wig, looking fairly ordinary in texture, with colored contact lenses and makeup that accentuated the eyes—this was actually a coser of the Eldest Prince!

Beside the young man, there was another person wearing a black felt hat and a dark brown coat, resembling the detective from "Girl's Dream Project."

Su Ming'an scanned around, and there were countless cosers like this among the crowd. There were those cosplaying as Xiao Jingsan, the village orphan girl Chao Yan, Alice, and even Princess Jing He... Despite knowing these were all fake, the sense of time-space overlap gave him a strange illusion. It felt as though they had truly appeared in the present world.

"This meat soup is?" Su Ming'an pointed at the clay meat soup in the coser's hand.

The coser smiled: "This meat soup is quite well-known; everyone on the forum says whoever dares to drink the detective's homemade soup is true love. So, I went ahead and replicated it."

Su Ming'an: "..."

Su Ming'an: "Excuse me."

He walked forward, with Chao Yan following closely behind. Along the way, he heard many voices.

People were exchanging contact information, finding camaraderie with each other.

"You like Alice too?"

"Yes, yes, same interest."

"I really love the interactions between Alice and the detective. Let's add each other as friends and watch live broadcasts together in the future."

"Sure, I have a group chat, I'll add you. It's full of people who like Alice. We often have some merchandise sales activities and offline gatherings."

Others were standing in line, sunbathing, and checking their phones.

"My goddess Norse posted, she's also coming to see the First Dream Patrol Family!" someone exclaimed.

"There are so many people. I came to line up early in the morning and have been in the sun for three hours already," someone complained.

"After all, it's the First Dream Patrol Family's meetup. If we weren't members of the City Guardian Department, we couldn't even get past the main gate. It seems like all the streamers I follow came to join the excitement," another person said.

"People from all factions have come; we're lucky just to be able to watch."

The City Guardian Department headquarters had already implemented traffic control, but it was still packed with traffic.

Su Ming'an walked forward. Even Chao Yan was mistaken as a coser of the village orphan girl Chao Yan from "Louyue Nation." Because Chao Yan wasn't wearing a human skin mask, she showed her true appearance, which led to many people praising her for how accurate the portrayal was, without a trace of makeup.

Su Ming'an gradually felt—these people were here not just to see the First Dream Patrol Family, but more to meet fellow enthusiasts.

He already knew the ethos of this world. To suppress negative emotions, the Union Government advocated for people to immerse themselves in entertainment—pain included—and thus, "entertained to death" became a socially accepted view and a universal public concept.

Just then, he heard several people discussing by the roadside.

"My latest thesis topic is to analyze the reason behind the Human Self-Rescue Alliance Hierarch's slumber," said a middle-aged man with a stern expression. He wore an ID card that read [North Qing University Professor] on his chest.

Besides diplomats, journalists, and Dream Patrol broadcasters from various factions, only high-status individuals like professors from North Qing University were allowed entry. These professors seemed fiercely engaged in a debate over their theses.

"Professor Liu, what are your insights?" another professor asked.

The middle-aged man said, "It is known that Black Mist Disease has become humanity's first-class illness. I believe the Human Self-Rescue Alliance Hierarch has fallen asleep to study the virus that exacerbates Black Mist Disease. This child dares to wage war against deities and defy destiny openly; he must have malicious intent."

Another teacher laughed: "Your angle of discussion is indeed innovative. I've researched the Hierarch for three years and published dozens of papers, yet I never thought of exploring his motive from the perspective of disease."

Su Ming'an's ears perked up. He pulled Chao Yan closer to listen.

The middle-aged man seemed pleased and smiled: "The Hierarch has worn a mask for years; he's likely someone of my age. Only through the accumulation of years can one single-handedly gather such a vast organization. Unfortunately, he dares to defy the deities and take the wrong path. Teacher Lin, your experience is still limited. We can discuss more in the future."

"Professor Liu, you are right." Teacher Lin complimented.

Su Ming'an listened to their derogatory statements with a calm heart.

He was about to turn and leave when Chao Yan spoke: "Perhaps the Hierarch defied the deities for humanity's sake?"

Though Chao Yan said this quietly, the professors, being keen-eared, pointed at her, saying: "What nonsense are you speaking?"

Chao Yan didn't back down and spoke loudly: "Does listening to the deities' words guarantee a good outcome? Is everything wrong if one does not follow the deities? If faith distorts even academics, how can humanity draw any correct conclusions? You're professors from North Qing University, and yet your scholarly conduct is so improper."

Professor Liu's beard trembled with anger.

Teacher Lin took out a photo and said to Chao Yan: "Madam, I know you must personally like the Hierarch, but one cannot speak lies with their eyes open. Look at this photo; it is evidence of the Hierarch's brutal nature. It even appeared in academic journals."

Chao Yan looked down. The photo showed the Hierarch wearing an Evil Ghost Mask, a longsword piercing through a villager's chest. It appeared to depict the slaughtering of villagers.

"Judging a person solely based on captured photographs?" Chao Yan coldly remarked.

Next to them, Teacher Yang shook his head: "Madam, your bold words, blindly praising the Hierarch, show an obvious bias. The Hierarch must have harmed ordinary people; victors always gloss over history. His power is vast enough to help him cover up evil deeds. Even if we haven't seen him slaughter innocents, he must have done it."

Chao Yan retorted coldly: "You know absolutely nothing about this world, only pondering in your own information cocoon."

"Nonsense!" Professor Liu scolded.

An assistant pointed at Chao Yan: "I understand now; you must be a fan of the Hierarch! You fan club people always rave, and now you're flaunting it in front of us."

The coldness in Chao Yan's eyes climbed steadily.

... Just for speaking the truth to defend someone, she was labeled like this?

Su Ming'an shook his head, about to speak, when he noticed a shadow appear beside him.

The shadow whispered: "Deputy Minister, what brings you to headquarters?"

The shadow was one of the cloaked figures from the City Guardian Department, who had been searching for Su Ming'an since he escaped during the college entrance exam and only caught up with him now.

"You can recognize me?" Su Ming'an asked.

"I remember your aura; no matter what form you take, I will always recognize you," the cloaked figure whispered, "After all, I am your Protector."

"No need to make a fuss; I'm just here to take a look," Su Ming'an said.

He clearly remembered that his mission was to assassinate the Deputy Minister of the City Guardian Department, so he couldn't let the Old Day Church hear about it.

Seeing Chao Yan fall silent, the professors shook their heads with gloomy expressions and left, as if they had encountered a fly.

"There's no point in arguing with people like these," Su Ming'an said, turning his head slightly.

He had encountered too many people like them, akin to those who believed the Number One Player had ill intentions, living only in their own worlds. Unless you laid the truth out before them, it was merely a waste of words.