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 almost thought he was looking in a mirror.


Xiao Jingsan's appearance was exactly the same as Su Ming'an's original face in the Main God World. Jet black hair, jet black almond-shaped eyes, relatively soft facial lines, highly appealing under the enhancement of Charm value.


However, his gaze was extremely sharp, his lips tightly pressed into a line. Even with gentle features, he appeared unapproachable.


...So this is what my face could look like with such a murderous expression, like a Lv Shu filter had been applied.


He looked at his right hand, marked by a knife scar. Blood flowed from the palm, dripping into a copper bowl, with a layer of blood already accumulated.


The metallic clinking heard earlier was from a heavy iron clasp on his right wrist. This body had little strength, so his right hand rested on the edge of the copper bowl, unable to lift without help.


Chapter 853: "The Riddler gets smacked by me, huh!