[·April 7, 2025, 7:20]
[——Ti until Red Sun Descending: 4 hours 40 minutes.]
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Yamada Machiichi, dressed in a Lolita skirt, lay in the ventilation duct, spying on the actions below. Through the iron grille, he saw Hui Bai and Xiao Bai gathering around a piece of paper.
"...Can’t see clearly." Yamada Machiichi muttered.
Ever since he joined the Order Guardians, he had been secretly following Hui Bai and Xiao Bai, trying to see what kind of "kid" they intended to create.
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["Can I join this task?" Yamada Machiichi leaned forward.]
[Hui Bai smiled: "Nope. Xiao Bai and I are using Genesis Spell to bring forth a kid. You just rest well."]
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At first, Yamada Machiichi’s knowledge led him to think of unhealthy thods, but he quickly realized that these two were probably writing a character.
"What are they trying to write..." Yamada Machiichi held his breath, determined to see what these two were up to.
At that mont, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and upon raising his head—there was another person silently lying beside him in the narrow duct!
Yamada Machiichi was so frightened he went pale, unable to see the person’s face.
"You..." Yamada Machiichi’s eyes widened.
"Shh." The person quickly reached out, covering Yamada Machiichi’s mouth with an icy touch, and he slled an aroma of Fang Tang.
Yamada Machiichi was terrified, imdiately pulling away like a scared rabbit, frantically pressing on the teammate chat channel:
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[Yamada Machiichi (7:21): Help!]
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This chat channel only opens when teammates are nearby; previously his ssages didn’t go through, now they did, aning at least one teammate was close.
He prayed quietly for a reliable teammate!
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[Su Ming’an (7:21): ...Stay calm.]
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Great! Su Ming’an is nearby!
Yamada Machiichi felt assured, his fingers started to dance like a twist:
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[Yamada Machiichi (7:22): Su Ming’an, co save ! I encountered soone who covered my mouth with a suspicious aroma. Are they trying to take advantage to knock out!?]
[Yamada Machiichi (7:22): I knew it, my charm value is just too high...]
[Yamada Machiichi (7:22): I *@%!*@&!]
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Before he could finish typing, Su Ming’an grabbed Yamada Machiichi’s hand and whispered: "It’s ."
The watch lit up, his face gradually becoming clearer.
Indeed, Yamada Machiichi’s brain circuit remained truly consistent, from the Ruined World extending till now, never forgetting the original intention.
Yamada Machiichi’s face twitched, briefly embarrassed, then he quickly cald down.
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[Yamada Machiichi (7:23): ...Uh, anyway, kinda, maybe, that ()...]
[Yamada Machiichi (7:23): Hui Bai and Xiao Bai are trying to create the Rin Clan.]
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Su Ming’an smoothly avoided Yamada Machiichi’s awkwardness and got to the main topic:
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[Su Ming’an (7:23): Rin Clan wasn’t born under the World Tree, so why create artificially?]
[Yamada Machiichi (7:24): Seems the World Tree is struggling to birth them autonomously, so they are using the blood of the previous Rin Clan to try creating artificially.]
[Su Ming’an (7:24): A race created by God, can it really be created artificially?]
[Yamada Machiichi (7:25): Perhaps the World Tree sensed an impending crisis, thus urgently needs to produce a Savior.]
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Crisis is imminent.
Indeed, just four hours later, it is imminent.
Probably in the previous loop, Hui Bai and Xiao Bai weren’t able to create the Rin Clan in ti. Because until the rollback, Su Ming’an hadn’t seen anyone co forth as the Savior.
Among fifteen people, he chose Yamada Machiichi because Yamada Machiichi was directly affiliated with the World Tree.
"Shh, keep watching." Yamada Machiichi pointed below.
Below, Hui Bai and Xiao Bai were working over a page.
At this mont, Su Ming’an felt dizzy... As if sothing below was drawing him in.
Until he felt his consciousness float, entering the book page jointly written by Hui Bai and Xiao Bai. anwhile, his body stayed in the ventilation duct.
His vision turned hazy, he heard voices nearby.
"...Did it succeed? Seems like it was created." Xiao Bai’s voice.
"Yes, it has basic life responses now; next, it requires certain mories injected to give it initial humanity." Hui Bai’s voice.
Su Ming’an opened his eyes hazily.
...Where did my consciousness go? Seems... entered the body of the kid Hui Bai and Xiao Bai created?
He perceived his body as semi-liquid, like transparent jelly, not yet molded, and lacking specific appearance.
In front were the focused Hui Bai and Xiao Bai, carefully watching him like a newborn.
"Is this newborn a boy or a girl?" Xiao Bai observed Su Ming’an.
"Rin Clan starts in an undetermined state until they affirm their purpose and take human form." Hui Bai said.
"Co, drink quickly." Xiao Bai pulled out a bottle from sowhere and pushed it towards Su Ming’an’s face.
Su Ming’an was startled, quickly backing away as if avoiding a fly.
"Aren’t newborns all supposed to enjoy milk?" Xiao Bai glanced at the bottle, tilted his head, and asked Hui Bai: "Since he doesn’t drink milk, maybe produce so for ."
"I don’t have that functionality yet." Hui Bai gently smiled: "In so sense, you’re his mother. His vital blood is from previous Rin Clan, his heart blood is given by you; I’m just assisting."
Su Ming’an felt the energy within his body. Even being an artificially created Rin Clan, he possessed God-created blood, favored by the world. He could sense the boundless potential of this body, like a vast river.
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"Ding Dong!"
[You’ve gained a third perspective: "Rin Clan Perspective."]
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Su Ming’an quietly glanced at the ventilation opening above.
Due to perspective switch, currently controlling the original body, was Que himself. Que waved through the ventilation bars and smiled at Su Ming’an.
Hui Bai stepped forward, gently speaking to Su Ming’an: "To help you understand humanity and shape sooner, I’ll have you experience so mories of others, aiding your understanding of this world."
Su Ming’an blinked.
...The issue is he’s not truly a newborn, he’s in possession, requiring no understanding – he already has a full comprehension of the world.
"Do we use your mory or mine?" Xiao Bai asked Hui Bai.
Hui Bai thought for a mont: "Mine. My mories lean more toward common people, suitable for a new child to grasp humanity."
Hui Bai took out a mory Clip, placing it in Su Ming’an’s hand, containing Hui Bai’s mories.
The mont the mory Clip touched his hand, Su Ming’an felt the scene before him drastically change, a feeling akin to emotional resonance—
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Kritchens, Kritchens.
You speak of divination. Instructions from High Dinsion beings.
Then who inscribes this silent admonition into the marrow?
Knight, Redeer, Orderly, Chantor, Angel and Loksa.
Birth, Sun, Flas, and eyes.
When Saint Feriude beholds the first ray of new light,
Gaze upwards.
I borrow the blue moonlight to write about the unknown and vastness of this universe.
You lend the dawn to bestow upon eyes and tranquility.
Hundreds of midnight monts.
You use dust to shape a muddy star.
Nancy, practicing asceticism for three thousand nights,
Sighs that chant the song of the Divine’s arrival,
Hymns of blessings spreading across the mortal world,
Prayers granting grace and rcy.
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Your surna is Hui, first na Bai, the only child.
You were born on a rainy night.
You are an ordinary child, with parents who love you, a harmonious family, not wealthy but enough not to starve.
After you were born, the village made a longevity lock for you, hanging it around your neck, with the emblem of the Radiant Mother God on the chain, symbolizing a bright life, peace, prosperity, generation after generation, eternal life.
Your life is ordinary every day.
"Hui Bai, hold your mother’s hand, don’t get swept away by the crowd." That day, your mother held your hand.
In the village, drums beat, people gather, and as a curious child, you watch all this; every year’s festival is this lively.
You find it strange—
Why does everyone love the Deity so much? Kneeling, worshipping, even though everyone cannot fill their stomachs, they still gild His statue.
"Hui Bai, you must revere the Deity; the Deity has a rciful heart. If He rembers our devotion, we are imasurably fortunate..." That’s what your mother tells you.
You blink your eyes.
You see on the altar, the High Priest dancing, carving unintelligible words on stone slabs. People kneel and pray for a bountiful harvest year after year, yet the barren land produces no full wheat ears, and the Mother God never glances their way.
Soone starved to death and was buried hastily. Golden bread, on the other hand, rots on the altar.
—Is the Mother God’s glance more precious than life? Are those empty words more useful than bread?
Krare from the village died, starved alive, giving the last grain of rice in his jar to the High Priest, begging the Mother God’s favor for his sick daughter. But soon after, his frail daughter also starved to death because he gave all the rice to the Mother God.
On the day of the festival, everyone is laughing. When the High Priest dances, Krrare’s na is like a weed by the roadside, unnoticed by anyone.
You feel a strong sense of dissonance at this mont.
As if, in the fervent faith, you are the only one out of place.
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At ten years old, you et a grayish girl.
Pink long hair, eyes like glass, she quietly squats in the wheat field, like a motionless scarecrow.
"Who are you?" you ask.
The girl silently looks at you, and at that mont, you seem to see a flowing long river.
"I am observing..." the girl says.
"Observing what? The scenery?" you look up: "Today’s sky is indeed beautiful."
You think the girl is rely observing the scenery.
But her exceptionally clear eyes seem to tell you she’s looking at sothing else.
"Are you from another village? What’s your na?" you sit beside the girl. You have a feeling that the girl and you are both outcasts—non-believers of the Deity. There’s no servant-like fear in her eyes.
"I have no na," the girl says.
Her expression remains calm, like an ever-frozen river.
You enjoy helping her have a na: "How about Xiaobai, to take after my na."
The girl: "Whatever."
You: "Where are you from?"
Girl: "Anywhere."
You: "So you are a wanderer? What are you here for?"
Girl: "To observe."
You: "Observe what?"
Girl: "To observe."
The girl’s words are brief.
You think for a while, then take out a candy from your pocket, showing off: "Look at this? It’s a reward from the village head."
The girl lowers her head, staring at the candy for a mont: "Polyhydroxy aldehydes, polyhydroxy ketones, and organic compounds hydrolyzing into polyhydroxy aldehydes or ketones. It’s the primary energy source every living organism needs to sustain life activities."
You are stunned.
... What kind of perspective is this?
"I don’t need to supplent this substance." The girl calmly says.
"Eat it."
"I don’t nee—"
Before she finishes, you stuff the candy into her mouth.
Those glass-like eyes widen slightly, and the sweetness soon lts.
"Now, answer again, what’s this?" you laugh and ask.
"Polyhydroxy aldehyde..." the girl says.
"No, no, no." You wipe the lted sugar from your fingertips: "I an, how’s the taste?"
The girl covers her cheek, silently tasting it for a mont.
Just when you thought she wouldn’t answer, she says softly.
"Sweet."
"... Sweet."
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When you are sixteen, you see her again.
She still sits in the field, unchanged, as if ti has left no mark on her.
You pinch the candy cake in your pocket, walk over, and hand it to her.
"...?" the girl’s silent eyes are like a frozen lake.
"Sweet, for you to eat," you say.
"Sweet." The girl puts the candy cake in her mouth and nods.
You then laugh.
"This is sugar for the festival, your parents intended it for the Mother God altar." The girl suddenly says.
Your heart tightens, unexpected that the girl noticed. This candy cake was indeed for the festival, but rembering Krrare who starved, you felt uneasy, so you didn’t leave it at the altar when you passed by,
You didn’t want to offer the only good thing at ho to a Deity who ignored mortals.
"It’s alright." You squat down: "You like sweet things, eat the sweet things."
The girl is silent for a mont, suddenly says coldly:
"—You are deliberately pleasing ."
Your eyes flicker slightly.
"Ever since you were ten, your mind was full of sches, seeing , this suddenly appearing girl, you noticed my identity isn’t simple, so you deliberately wanted to bribe with small favors." The girl says.
You blink, then suddenly laugh and admit:
"Yes."
"I’m just a scheming kid, I want to bribe you. If I ever get into trouble in the future, maybe you can help seeing the sugar."
"So, is it sweet?"
The smile on your face is incredibly pure, like naturally filled black sesa dumplings. People know you have ulterior motives but are still puzzled by your gentleness.
"Sweet." The girl nods.
Once again, she leaves, like a gust of wind in the mortal world.
You watch her back.
The sun and wind move, but the heart does not cease.
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