Death Rewind: You Seriously Expect Me to Play a Life-or-Death Game?

[Comedy] [Urban fantasy] [Subverting expectations] [Absolutely ridiculous]

Bai Rong can rewind time by ten minutes after dying.

The bad news: If he gets shot in the head, he loses random memories.

The good news: Anything he’s carrying inside his body rewinds with him.

Just then, some kind of game master invites him to play a deadly game.

Win ten billion. Lose, and you die.

Bai Rong: Everyone else might be afraid of death, but I’m not.

I’m playing. No question.

That ten billion is as good as mine.

Room One has only one rule, and breaking it means certain death.

I peeked at the door code before rewinding time.

So why can’t I get through?

Is this really how you play “Drop the Handkerchief”? Are these lyrics for real?

“Drop a brick, drop a brick, gently smack the kid on the head. Don’t tell him, everyone. Ha ha, he caught us! Do a little performance!”

They’re not trying to hit a sandbag. They’re hitting people.

What’s the point of hitting a sandbag? Kill someone, and you win the game.

Your waiter won’t let me order and gives me a picture to edit and post instead.

I’m hungry, so I have no choice but to order delivery from the restaurant across the street.

I have to say, the dishes in your picture taste great.

The tokens in Monopoly aren’t allowed to talk. If they really have to, it costs ten thousand yuan per word.

Time in this game room passes differently from time outside. Based on my calculations, we have to hold on for at least another five hours.

Before the Ascension Rite, the young lord’s life is worth more than all of yours combined.

After the Ascension Rite, do whatever you want with them.