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Whis Time Rewind

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]
Feng Yao didn't get enough sleep. · 235.3K Views

LOVE REWIND

At the Orphanage "I like you." Her eyes widened. "But I don’t—" He cut her off, his grin widening. "I LIKE YOU! I LIKE YOU AND..." He paused dramatically, locking eyes with her before leaning in once more. "And I like to irritate you." Yadhana’s glare could have burned through walls. Yuvaa chuckled. "And you look cute when you're angry." Before she could explode, he playfully pinched her cheeks. "Ugh! You're such a buffalo!" she snapped, turning away. Yuvaa, ever the troublemaker, called after her. "Well, if I’m a buffalo, then you’re the buffalo’s best friend!" She froze in her tracks, fists clenching. "I am NOT your friend!" "You are," he teased. "I AM NOT!!" "YOU ARE MY BESTEST FRIEND!" That was the final straw. Fueled by rage, Yadhana stormed toward him, eyes blazing. "I AM NOT! I AM NOT AND—" Before she could finish, Yuvaa suddenly leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on her cheek. "You are. Until our last breath, you’re mine." And with that, he bolted, knowing full well that if he stayed, he'd be dead meat. Fourteen Years Later A scream shattered the silence. "Please leave me alone! Please don’t do this to me… I beg you… please!!!" Yuvaa’s eyes shot open. That voice—he knew it instantly. "Yadhana." Heart pounding, he rushed toward her. She was curled up in the corner, trembling, tears streaming down her face. When he placed a hand on her shoulder, she recoiled violently. "Yadhana, what’s wrong?" he asked gently. "Please… don’t touch me… I beg you," she sobbed, her voice raw with terror. A lump formed in his throat. What happened to you, Yaad? "It’s me, Yuvaa," he whispered, tilting her chin to meet his gaze. But as soon as he said her name, her expression twisted in anguish. "Don’t call me that name!" she snapped. "Yaad—" "DON’T!!! CALL!!! ME!!! BY!!! THAT!!! NAME!!!" she screamed, her body shaking violently. Yuvaa flinched but nodded. "Alright… I won’t." She clung to him suddenly, sobbing into his chest. "Please don’t leave me with him, Pa… I’m scared… I don’t want to be with him… please don’t leave me…" Pain stabbed through his heart. He held her tighter. "I won’t leave you, Yadhana. I promise." But just as quickly, she shoved him away. "No… no… you’re lying! You’re going to leave me with him!" she cried, eyes darting around in panic. "Yaad, what are you—" "DON’T CALL ME BY THAT NAME!" she shrieked again, her voice hollow, broken. Yuvaa inhaled sharply. "Okay… okay… just breathe, Yadhana." She turned to him then, her gaze sharp and piercing. "Don’t come near me, Pa. I’m not the Yadhana you once knew. I’ve become a monster… I’m no longer the girl you remember." Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms again. "None of that matters to me. You are not a monster, Yadhana. You’re an angel. No matter what you’ve been through, you’re still you." Tears glistened in her eyes. "You’re lying…" she whispered. He answered with a kiss. For the first time in years, she stilled. As sleep finally took over, Yuvaa gently laid her on the bed, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. He pulled a chair beside her, his fingers lightly running through her hair as he watched over her. His jaw tightened. Who hurt you, Yadhana? Why are you carrying this pain alone? Memories of the past flashed in his mind—the day her own sister slapped her, the silent suffering in her eyes, the wounds she never spoke of. He clenched his fists. If you won’t tell me… I swear, I’ll find out myself. And when I do, I won’t let them get away with it. Yuvaa exhaled sharply, his resolve hardening. "I don’t care who they are—family or not. No one will ever hurt you again. Not while I’m here." Leaning closer, he whispered softly, "I swear, my angel… I will protect you. Always."
Phavv · 2.8K Views

Talent Awakening: I Awakened With The Rewind System

Regressor In A Strange World is out guys. Go check it out and be sure to drop a few comments ✨ Synopsis: In a mysterious world where various supernatural creatures and forces lurk within the shadows. Upon the age of Awakening- Age fifteen. Dean not only awakens his divinity attribute but also awakens a mysterious, dormant being- it calls itself The Rewind System. Succeeding in entering the prestigious Esper Academy. Dean comes to a realization that apart from espers- humans who awaken their attributes. They are Arcanists- human who make use of the power of belief- Arcana to manifest their wills onto the physical world. Not only that but Transcenders- humans who consume divinity potions at the risk of losing their sanity also exist. Now, Dean comes to the cold realization that his seemingly all-powerful and enigmatic time reset isn't as unique or All-Powerful as he had once imagined it to be. Now tucked in the midst of ancient forces that seek to break out of their seals or ruins, and various forces that fight for supremacy in a world where darkness itself is the closest thing to nature. Dean must make use of his cheat. The Rewind System to his advantage. Making use of his unique time rewind ability, Dean must outsmart his enemies, uncover the secret and lores behind the long lost epochs and most importantly.... figure out the mysteries behind his lost memories. ...So what are you still doing here reading this? Dive into the novel and come back to thank me!
Dream_Empyrean14 · 106.2K Views

Doomsday Rewind: The Last Stronghold

Imagine this: I’m Li Wei, heir to one of China’s most powerful families. Wealth? Check. Power? Check. Perfect girlfriend? Check. Life is great, right? Yeah, until the world decides to throw a massive tantrum and end it all. One minute, I’m planning to propose to the love of my life, and the next? Apocalypse. Earthquakes, tornadoes, and then—zombies. Because, of course. Oh, and did I mention my so-called friends and girlfriend betrayed me? Yeah, they threw me to the zombies while they zoomed away in their shiny car. Thanks a lot, guys. You’d think that’s where the story ends, but nope. Plot twist: I wake up two weeks before the apocalypse with all the knowledge of what’s coming. Now I get a second chance to not be an idiot. But here’s where it gets even weirder. There’s this soldier who tried to save me right before the world fell apart. He died. I died. Everyone died. But I’m back—so is he, sort of. He’s like this half-human, half-zombie thing, and, surprise surprise, he’s here to help me survive and get revenge. Oh, and did I mention I’ve got these awesome thunder powers? Plus, I’ve got a mysterious system giving me the power to build a base. So now, not only do I have to survive the apocalypse, but I also have to raise these two adorable yet totally creepy twins who somehow popped into my life. They’ve got their own weird powers too. Yikes. Now, I’m not just trying to survive—I’m going to protect the twins, take down the people who betrayed me, and rebuild my life, one thunder-powered explosion at a time. So, yeah. Chaos. The apocalypse. Betrayal. Zombies. Robots. And a very dysfunctional family. What’s not to love?
Flame_Co · 2.5K Views

Splinters of Time

In the coastal town of **Sarween**, where the waves of the sea collide with the curse of suspended time, a legend unfolds about a man imprisoned in an endless loop of guilt and oblivion. Adham, the writer who turned his heart into a ledger of lies and ghosts, battles the demons of his memory through **stone towers** that rise from the belly of the sea like divine punishment. Here, where events are born from the womb of pain, **Yara** transforms from a lost daughter into a cosmic enigma: a child who vanishes on a crimson night, only to return as mathematical ciphers that pierce the fabric of reality. Her letters are not cries for help, but calls from parallel worlds mocking humanity’s attempts to grasp time. The **twenty towers**, numbered with the blood of victims, are not mere stone—they are open books bleeding with the wounds of a past rewriting itself. Each tower is a mirror reflecting Adham’s fractured selves: a terrified child, a guilty youth, a weary old man. The **scar above the heart** is but a fiery seal reminding him that the truth is a beast fiercer than any fiction. In this world, time is a poisoned loop: the sea spits out corpses bearing identical DNA, the **white shark** devours the dreams of the past, and shattered mirrors forge parallel universes where Yara does not die… but morphs into an idea haunting her creator. This tale is not a narrative, but a morbid dance between creator and creation. Adham, who believed writing would redeem him, discovers he authored his own prison with his hands: every sentence carved a scar, every chapter lit a candle in the darkness of his conscience. This novel is not about lost time, but about a being who builds his cage from falsified memories and battles mirrors reflecting his image as a crownless executioner. Here, in Sarween, the truth is not a victim… but a killer cloaked in martyrdom. Thus unfolds the legend of **Shards of Time**: like Narcissus gazing at his reflection in the river of memory, drinking from it until death. But here, the river is a sea that regurgitates the names of victims every night, and the mirrors do not reflect faces… they devour them.
Muntadher_Khudhur · 826 Views
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