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 pale, expansive sky hung upside down before him, the whole world silent.


Every time he reset after dying, he felt as though he were still caught in a dream, not yet awakened from a nightmare of despair.


As the wind brushed his face, he remembered her, her hair white with age, her body rapidly decaying, looking at him with that gaze as she fell.


Like the end of a long journey, that gaze held reluctance, regret, remorse.


…but more than anything, it was a calmness that comes with the closeness of death.


She was always close to death, closer than she was to him.


In the moments before she converged with eternal slumber, her eyes lost their usual wild fields, all defiance and resistance seemingly buried deep in the mud with the quietude of the world.


To compromise with destiny, sometimes, does not make one a coward who ceases to struggle.


…This was the best outcome they could achieve, the best possible ending within their power.


Chapter 509: 'You are, the most important.