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 carried her, gradually approaching the center of the dark space.


The song sung by Xiber was likely a local song from Qiongdi, possessing many vocabularies far more complex compared to a regular lullaby. Its melody was smooth and soft, yet the content embraced hope while simultaneously filled with despair and sorrow.


Indeed, the song conveyed emotions well, fostering empathetic connections among unrelated individuals.


At least, Su Ming'an discerned the emotions uniquely belonging to the people of Qiongdi from the song—full of hope yet laced with despair.


They repetitively and powerlessly struggled against their destined fate.


Perhaps, Xiber was merely one of them—a more sorrowful and more powerless epitome.


Continuously advancing in the darkness, Su Ming'an gradually began to cough.


Bright red blood continuously spewed out along his throat; his vision had already started to blur, vaguely feeling dizzy.


Chapter 470: What if It Calls Me Bai Shen?