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

In the crowded hall, four people wearing masks walked among a throng dressed in bizarre and flamboyant costumes.


Su Ming'an listened somewhat speechlessly to the stage performer's repetitious declaration, "I love you all!" in a tone overflowing with unwarranted sentimental anguish.


"Wow. They got this act together quickly, must be a professional troupe," Lin Yin touched her chin, "This event just happened a few days ago, and they've already got a stage play out. Those who generate electricity with love are truly terrifying."


"Hmm... It's just not the same," Noel spread his hands, "That guy on the stage, he's just shouting the lines mechanically; I don't feel a thing. When Su Ming'an was on the walls of the Southern District, his speech was far more stirring. You simply can't imitate that."


Even over a live broadcast, those who had heard that speech could easily discern the vast difference between the two men.


Chapter 421: "Behold the Mystique of My Flame!