Feng Yao didn't get enough sleep.

"When you see this line of text, the World Game has already begun."
"This is 'True Person Competitive Global Live Stream Game' for Zhai Xing. "
"Here, all Players become travelers, shuttling through worlds together. You can become a beacon of hope in an Apocalypse fraught with peril, witness Reincarnation in a future controlled by androids, or fight for your faction in a village where Werewolves clash with divine beings..."
"I am Su Ming'an, possessing the unique Skill of Death Rewind."
"Players who are eliminated become spectators. In a live stream with millions of views, they call me the strongest 'Number One Player', the eternal existent."
"Others say I am a traitor sent by the Organizers, an unfit leader."
"...But that doesn't matter."
"For those who sacrifice themselves to help others, we should not let them freeze to death in the snowstorm. For those who pave the way for freedom, we should not let them bog down in thorns."
"— I will bring a 'Bright Future' to everyone who has ever watched me."
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"...Whether they hold good intentions or Evil."
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Tags: Original World, Myriad Realms, Infinite Flow, Human Nature Flow, Long-term Foreshadowing, Plot Twists, No Female Lead, Multiple Endings including HE, BE, TE.
World Progress (Original World): X City Apocalypse → Android Sci-fi → Senior High School Campus → Werewolf Killing Game World → Magical Ritual
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[The False Game begins: Prologue, The Real Game begins: Chapter 14]

Welcome to Rewind World Game

The old lady had said, "I should have let him finish drinking before leaving," not "I shouldn't have let him leave."


Even though they knew the journey might be a one-way trip, neither she nor her son had any regrets.


She simply kept that remembrance of the departed in her heart and then continued to live her life well.


Living on this land that her son had protected.


"Look at me, starting to talk about the past again." The old woman dabbed the corners of her eyes with her palm, just about to say something more when the door behind her opened.


A woman dressed in a lightweight bodice came out; she bore a resemblance to the residents of Pulaya, with hair as black as black sesame and healthy wheat-colored skin, her face sprinkled with freckles, walking as if she carried the breeze with her, exuding a certain valiance.


Chapter 320: "Your Grandfather Was a Great Man