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

[No.6 Player Live Stream・Mizushima Kawa Sora]


"...Traveler who accompanies me, I bestow upon your hands the authority named 'judgment'."


Amidst converging light, an elderly man with white hair, floating in the air, handed a long sword ablaze with white flame to a black-haired woman.


"Cut down the wicked of this world, eradicate all who have forsaken faith—you shall be the Judicator of this 'firmament.'" The elder spoke, looking down contentedly at the black-haired woman on the ground.


The sword in his hand was a Sacred Sword made entirely of brilliant light, searing hot, emanating an aura so pure it seemed to purify all things.


Taking the Sacred Sword, Mizushima Kawa Sora gripped the handle with one hand, her fingers touching the blade.


The sword, once scorching hot, turned docile under her touch, the warm and not scalding sensation letting her know that this symbol of "judgment" was highly compatible with her.


Chapter 441: "I want you to watch me become God.