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

[World countdown completed—welcome back, player!]


[Repair complete! (Note: Player's mental state system is irreparable, please adjust on your own!)]


Su Ming'an opened his eyes, but his body didn't straighten up.


His legs went weak, uncontrollably falling back, collapsing onto the bed behind him.


His gaze wandered on the ceiling of the personal space for a moment, supporting himself to sit up, beginning to dry heave beside the bed.


In Qiongdi, there wasn't anything particularly unusual, but upon returning, the difference between the two worlds became crystal clear. His throat still tasted of volcanic ash and curse particles.


Now that he breathed the exceptionally fresh air, he realized just how extremely poor the environment of Qiongdi was, the contrast in air quality was too stark.


"Cough, cough cough..." It took him a long while of coughing to somewhat alleviate the strange blockage in his throat.


Chapter 553 - The End of the Eighth World