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

Su Ming'an watched as Kassan's somewhat hunched figure slowly walked away and heard Archilev's voice, "The incident from thirty years ago... was it you... was it You?"


If Su Rin was indeed the one who saved Archilev back then, this constituted a life-saving grace.


A life-saving grace, sufficient to secure the loyalty of an S-rank high-ranking member of the Soul Clan.


He had thought he would need to demonstrate something to gain Archilev's trust, yet he did not expect the man before him to kneel down directly.


Archilev knelt on one knee, removed his hat, and bowed his head.


His tone was tinged with a touch of wistfulness, a thirty-year search finally coming to an end.


The scene before him was somewhat eerie, an elder with graying hair kneeling on one knee before a young man who looked quite young, calling him "Father."


Chapter 317: "Which Side?