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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]

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Chapter 134: "Her Deity

[Twenty minutes earlier]

"Moli" struggled continuously, her emotions seeming extremely low as tears flowed non-stop.

Seeing her unwilling to cooperate, Su Ming'an could only knock her out first and go find Mayor Mitchell.

When he arrived, Mitchell was brewing tea, still half as good as Lv Shu's tea art.

The room was filled with the scent of incense, and the two spirit tablets on the table had long since disappeared, as if they had never been there.

"Mayor." Su Ming'an entered carrying the unconscious Moli, facing the old man's cloudy eyes, "... no, Boris."

Boris Mitchell's body trembled slightly as he looked at the girl, wrapped in a blood-red bridal gown, his pupils vibrating as if dust-covered memories were gradually being awakened.

"Boris... Mayor." Su Ming'an slowly called his name, a sense of absurdity from the causality of reincarnation arising in his heart, "Do you remember now? Your past, which was bewitched by ghosts?"