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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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192 Chs

Chapter 77 - "The Starry Sky and the Traveler

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead as he ignored the Chinese teacher's chilling gaze, looking instead at Su Jian, who was leisurely grading his own scribbled essay.

"Su Jian, you, you are..." His words were left unspoken.

The Chinese teacher's icy stare instantly swept over him, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his entire body frozen by that gaze, unable to move anymore.

...The teacher would no longer tolerate a student whose mind wandered time and again.

A cane appeared in the teacher's hand, materializing out of thin air. Wang Xingkong even saw fresh blood that had not yet dried on it, but the other students seemed accustomed to it, heads bowed, engrossed in their essays. A cold wind crept in through the door crack to the nape of their necks, making Wang Xingkong's calves tremble as he watched the cane slowly draw nearer, his tongue stuck in fear, clueless on how to escape the peril—