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"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]

Feng Yao didn't get enough sleep. · Game
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Chapter 154: "I and This World, Are Both Fine

The smell of disinfectant was spreading.

Drip bags ticked away, and the figures moving through the corridor appeared like ghosts, their outlines blurring before my eyes.

In the spacious ward, there were voices deliberately hushed.

As the door opened, Su Ming'an raised his head to see a stack of illegible papers in his blurred vision.

Even though the words were not clear and everything was hazy, he just knew—this was a critical condition notice.

Beside his ear, community staff accompanying him murmured softly:

"...how did it come to this, leaving behind a child, what are we to do..."

Su Ming'an reached out to take the paper, but a community staffer's hand intercepted his, and the pen's tip "swooshed" as it signed the name.

Su Ming'an lowered his hand, and in the moment his gaze fell upon his own palm, in the moment he saw that small hand, he suddenly realized—this was a child's hand.