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He looked up, and a corpse lay before him—enough to fill the entire corridor.

Bright red blood flowed within the corridor, as fifty images quietly gazed.

"...Enough." Su Rin said.

The blade in his hand shot out gold light, piercing the entire corridor, but he heard no screams, only the continued sound of bodies falling.

The voice of the deity came from the depths of the corridor: "I have no intention to fight you, Cloud City God, there is no conflict of interest between us. I have already answered your question, even if you kill my replicas, you will not get a more satisfying answer."

Su Rin straightened up; he had already killed many of the deity's bodies, yet the deity seemed to have a limitless supply of them. Now they couldn't kill each other, so they could finally talk properly.

"So... even you don't know the essence of the World Game? How the World turned into an instance..." Su Rin and the deity were both leaders of the world, perhaps after exchanging information, they could find the answer.

"Sorry, I don't know." The footsteps of the deity approached.

Su Rin sheathed his sword. Since he couldn't suppress the deity, force no longer had meaning.

"I thought, meeting you, I could get the answer," Su Rin said.

He always harbored concerns.

Although Pulaya was stabilizing, he still remembered—today's Pulaya is an instance world. It doesn't exist independently. Perhaps, after the game ends, Pulaya will depart from the World Game and continue to exist. Perhaps, it will disappear along with the World Game. Su Rin did not want to be a wanderer in a foreign land; he had only seven months left.

"We don't need to cooperate; I know far more than you do," the deity said, "Since you cannot destroy me, there is no need to waste time here."

Su Rin's eyes flickered slightly.

He reached out to touch the images in the corridor.

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"There was a young man with blue hair, looking about 1.8 meters tall, walking among the crowd, followed by many diplomats, talking joyfully with Queen Blanche..."

"Standing on the platform was the First of the Dream Patrol Family… no, it should be your clone, who is looking this way at you."

"There are many people watching you, most of them with curious glances, a few with fear and hostility."

Su Ming'an sat in a wheelchair, eyes closed, listening to Li Mingyue describe the situation around him. Actually, Li Mingyue didn't need to do this, as Su Ming'an's clones could transmit the five senses, but Su Ming'an wanted to hear Li Mingyue's description.

At this time, someone approached him.

"Li Mingyue, I'm here." The person slightly lifted their cloak, revealing a face identical to Su Ming'an's.

"Xiao Ying, Su Ming'an is temporarily controlled by the deity, he cannot move right now, I need your help to remove the control mark on him," Li Mingyue said.

Xiao Jingsan looked at Su Ming'an and smiled, "Angel sir, I just created an opportunity for you to meet the deity. How did you end up like this?"

Su Ming'an knew that Xiao Jingsan had done it on purpose—Su Ming'an left the Black Mist to assassinate Su Shize from the City Guardian Department. Once Su Ming'an entered the City Guardian Department, he would inevitably come into contact with the Ark Project, which led to a series of actions to recover history.

Xiao Jingsan... he truly resembles the Xiao Jingsan from "Louyue Nation"! One who silently guided the Eldest Prince to Penglai Fairy Island, while he quietly led Su Ming'an to investigate the Ark Project.

"Rest assured, leave it to me," Xiao Jingsan stepped forward, placing both hands on the back of Su Ming'an's wheelchair.

Li Mingyue nodded, handing the wheelchair over to Xiao Jingsan.

Su Ming'an gripped the armrest tightly, hearing Xiao Jingsan's voice from behind him:

"Don't trust me?"

"Indeed, I left you with a not-so-good impression. I kill, taking prisoners' lives, because I firmly believe that some people's deaths can make this world a better place—those corrupt officials, the culprit behind Grandma Lin's death, those who maliciously manipulate stocks, those who disrupt order... why should they live?"

"Since the current world's justice cannot judge them, I shall bear the sins to make judgments. In this world, good people are bullied, and Grandma Lin never got an answer after her lifetime of struggle, so I become the villain; only a villain is best at punishing villains."

"I fear nothing, and I care about nothing. Only someone like me can accomplish what someone like you cannot."

Su Ming'an listened.

Xiao Jingsan seemed like a darkened idealist, whose ideals perhaps once burned passionately, consuming even himself, only to be told at the peak that ideals don't exist. So he became like this, practicing his ideals in ways not acknowledged.

Su Ming'an didn't know Xiao Jingsan's past, but the image of Xiao Jingsan in "Louyue Nation" was enough for comparison.

At midnight, the voting panel appeared again in front of everyone. This time, most people voted "Yes."

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[The vote passed, The First Tower opens.]

[Please stand firmly, everyone.]

...

Through Shadow's five senses, Su Ming'an looked at the First Tower before him. It stood on this land like a tall lighthouse.

It's merely a tower; how much commotion could it cause when activated? Merely an extra space for people to access a special instance.

But Su Ming'an quickly realized, the commotion was indeed significant.

"Rumble——Rumble——"

The ground began to shake; people hurriedly held onto each other as the tower emitted a massive light, and the scene around began to change—

"Hold onto nearby buildings! To prevent falling!" the guards maintaining order shouted.

"Ahhhh——" Su Luoluo quickly gripped her mask, while her fellow members of the Dream Patrol Family screamed, grasping her hand: "Miss Demon King, hold steady, don't fall!"

"Everyone, don't panic! This should be the normal commotion of The First Tower's opening; hold onto nearby buildings and wait for the shaking to end!" the people from the Union Government shouted.

The next moment, in people's vision, everything started to reverse.

Yes,

——reverse.

This was originally a modern city. A few years ago, the Black Mist spread here, causing people to flee, and the city was abandoned.

But right at the moment when the First Tower shined brilliantly, the city's time began to reverse.

"Clack, clack, clack."

The hands of the clock began to spin backward furiously.

In the eyes of people—what they saw—every collapsed building regained its original state; broken bricks and tiles pieced together into a complete form, tables and chairs stood upright, and dusty glass turned as clean as new. Like an invisible hand playing with building blocks.

"Swish, swish, swish."

Dust granules floated from the ground, swept past people's frozen faces, assembling into a complete building.

The long-abandoned light rail started to retreat until it returned to the initial station. The dust and cobwebs on its surface disappeared, looking brand new as if just put into use.

The white porcelain fragments that people left behind in their escape years ago moved on their own, returning to the table and automatically assembling into a complete porcelain bowl. A pair of chopsticks quietly rested on the bowl, from which a steaming aroma of noodles wafted. It was as if people had just brewed a bowl of noodles here years ago.

The streetlights, long since without electricity, lit up one by one, their circuits, crushed by buildings, revived on their own. One, ten, a hundred... the lights shone like a star sea gradually parting from the clouds, each entering people's eyes.

At the moment the tower opened, this long-abandoned city was restored to its bustling state from years ago.

A peach blossom petal brushed past Su Ming'an's cheek. He looked up to see that above him was once a dead old tree, lifeless. But as the tower released its light, the tree's time began to reverse at a speed visible to the naked eye; the bark glowed with a fresh color, decayed earth emerged from the ground, condensing into petals. Finally, the petals transformed from withered to vibrant, as if life had returned to them, hanging heavily on the branches.

He watched this scene, speechless, overwhelmed by a shock words could not convey.

The people stood silent, awed by the majestic sight, only the photographers' fingers still moving mechanically to capture this miraculous scene.

Everything around them had returned to the state of several years ago—the buildings not yet collapsed, glass clear and clean, the small shop freshly brewing a steaming bowl of noodles, peach blossoms... hanging full on the branches.

Only the people of that time were no longer there.

"Ding dong—ding dong—"

The wind chimes of the small shop chimed crisply, awakening the stunned people.

Su Ming'an thought of his earrings' equipment.

...

[Passive Skills (The Republic): From now on, you can retrieve history through personal experience (methods of retrieving history are not limited to: touching antiques, researching ancient paintings, contacting old folk songs from bygone eras, consulting with the few elderly who retain un-erased memories, exploring ruins, etc.), and store this history in your mind. This storage is permanent.]

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Retrieve history.

He once thought that retrieving history meant constantly reading ancient books, touching antiques, asking the elders about past matters—now he discovered that this "retrieval,"

was literally the "retrieval" in its truest sense.

——People need not go back to the past.

——The past itself will come to them.

Su Ming'an had imagined many times what form the special instance of the First Tower might take. It could likely be like the First World, introducing a "world chessboard" type of special instance, where defeating enemies would yield rewards. It could also be like the Ninth World's Kaius Tower, bringing people into a special world to win its wars.

But he never imagined—the First Tower would take this kind of form.

——It opened no additional instances but directly impacted the world itself.

The ground beneath his feet, once full of rubble, had transformed into a smooth, clean asphalt road, faintly showing the tracks left by vehicles of the past.

The peach blossom petals on his shoulder felt soft to the touch, full of life.

...

"Ding dong!"

[The First Tower is open.]

[The First Tower contains no additional instances; its changes reflect upon the entire world.]

[At the moment the First Tower opened, this world underwent numerous changes, and many past architectures and landscapes began to appear, merging with the current time. You will see summer and winter plants coexist in the same time.]

[Everyone within the ruins will receive a "World Task," and by completing the "World Task" in time, the First Tower can be cleared, restoring the world to its original timeline.]

[When the "Second Tower" opens, time will once again rewind to an earlier period.]

[Everyone will be ranked by Contribution Value until settlement upon clearing.]

[Task reward: an Immortal's Talisman.]

[Below begins the issuance of the "World Task."]

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"My God... My God..."

Only then did people come back to their senses.

They gazed at the towering tower, radiating bright, grand, soft-white light all around. Like a grand, towering world lighthouse, its light reflected in the night sky, visible in any corner of the world.

Through various network channels, they've learned—that this change is global, not just here.

In every corner of the world, many structures from the past have appeared, and many extinct plants have come back to life. Many are winter plants, yet they grow alongside today's spring plants, creating a unique and striking landscape of symbiosis between winter plum and peach blossom.

Some long-destroyed buildings also reappeared in the world. Bivis's palace was originally built on the ruins of a church, which now reappeared, replacing the palace and causing Bivis to lose his home.

Su Ming'an felt his earrings begin to vibrate intensely, recording the scenery of this era.

It's equivalent to bringing everyone back to the past era, and only upon completing the tasks will the timeline return to normal; otherwise, the past and present will remain fused.

...

[Recording in progress—]

[Current Era: Year 818]

...

The year 818... nine years ago.

The year Su Lixian died, and the ten-year-old Su Wensheng was being tortured in the Ark Project's research facility.

Su Ming'an understood that this was merely a fusion of history; they could not change history nor save the people of the past, and everyone was affected. It's unimaginable to what extent this temporal fusion extends, whether the people of the past would exist, or whether the people of now would encounter those from the past.

While the deities feared people retrieving the past, the tower voluntarily brought the past to the present. The glass bottles painstakingly preserved by the Fire Transmitters acquired an additional meaning.

At this moment, each person found a mirror in their hands.

...

"Ding dong!"

[Participants, please look into the mirror in your hands.]

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Su Ming'an couldn't see anything, but Shadow could.

Shadow looked down, in the mirror he saw many figures: a young man in a white coat, a young man in a white-gold robe, a young man in a brown-black detective outfit, a young man in shaman attire, a young man in a suit, a young man in a school uniform... with golden pupils, black pupils, moonlit pupils, red pupils, brown pupils...

Emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure emerged and shifted on their faces, each vividly alive. Shadow looked at these youths; they gazed back at him warmly and resolutely, their expressions shared a similar determination.