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Welcome to Rewind World Game

"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." ... "...Whether they hold good intentions or Evil." ... 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 ... [The False Game begins: Prologue, The Real Game begins: Chapter 14]

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Chapter 164: "You Are Our Last Hope

"..."

Su Ming'an didn't answer.

The one who should have answered the people's Qin Wang had already passed away.

He was merely a passerby, solely on a mission, who had taken over Qin Wang's body.

The enmities and affections of these people had nothing to do with him, and he did not care about them. He had only invested effort because it was related to the mission. Beyond that, everything was irrelevant to him.

He closed his eyes, only feeling his consciousness gradually dispersing.

"Huh…"

He heard a sound of wind, ringing beside his ear, scraping past his earlobe, like the fluttering wings of a fledgling bird.

The originally chilling trend suddenly stopped, and he felt his body being rapidly pulled up by a force, like a sapling being yanked from the ground. Amidst the "crack crack" sound of the strong ice being forcibly broken, he felt the dry, cold wind brushing past his face.

He opened his eyes.

The man in black was covered in fresh blood, as if donned in a blood-red coat.