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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. · Jogos
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Chapter One Hundred Twenty · Day Two · Daytime

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"...I saw the so-called exile you have during the day and I know there must be innocent souls among those people. But just to satisfy the wishes of the vast majority, to keep the town moving forward, they are suddenly sacrificed—and this sacrifice doesn't even require their own consent." Su Ming'an turned his head, his tone suddenly becoming heavier: "...Do you think such a system is reasonable?"

"I, I..." Moli bit her lip, her hands nervously clutching the red gauze on her body, her lipstick smeared messily across her mouth: "...This, this is all arranged by the townspeople, I don't know... I, I seem to have forgotten a lot, but as soon as I wake up at night, I find myself in a coffin wearing these clothes... I don't know anything else... I really, really don't know anything..."

Su Ming'an slowly stood up, he saw faint sunlight streaming through the door crack, the color of morning glow.

...Is it almost morning?

Exile time is approaching again.