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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 138: Award Ceremony

The moment Yamada Machiichi was dragged into the World Game was a strange one.

As time paused at that very moment, many of the players dragged into the game found themselves in peculiar states.

Some were just drifting into dreamland, others just collided head-on with a car, or were just laid on an operating table, awaiting an unknown destiny...

Yamada Machiichi, however, had just swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills.

His life was once a dead loop, everything was gray—the gray people, the gray trees, the gray houses, the gray of everything... He was once a regular student from Fusang, yet not quite like the average person. His head would heat up during evening self-study, feeling like he was doing his homework but constantly wanting to flip the desk. He often wanted to hit someone, or jab a pen into the eyes of a rival in love, or suddenly throw someone into a cement mixer...