There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 361, The Game Producer Below

The dark tide is rising; even for the sake of this world, for the sake of myself, let me become a reef.

A weary voice rang in my ears.

The blurry vision gradually cleared.

this moment.

Wang Li finally saw everything clearly in front of him.

Everything in front of him felt strangely familiar, as if he had experienced it himself not long ago.

"Is it that nightmare?"

"It's that never-ending nightmare!"

Wang Li figured out where he was.

Almost instantly, a gloomy, unpredictable look appeared on his face.

"What a long dream!"

The words, spoken through gritted teeth, echoed across the empty wilderness.

………….

This extraordinary game is still in the testing phase, but the number of players who have been forcibly invited to the game is constantly increasing.

Each player corresponds to the spread of pollution in plane 33214.

[Avoid Death]

Explore this world

Stay away from them.

Embrace reason

【Live】

During the closed beta phase, everything was very rudimentary; even the game panel was not yet fully developed, except for the messages that would pop up in specific situations.

There are absolutely no other guidelines.

Overall, this game is extremely rudimentary.

But Xiao Yang didn't care at all whether the game he launched would become a hit. If the selected players rejected the game, it also meant that they refused to step into the land of decay and that they refused to be polluted.

"That's a good thing."

All the preparations needed in the real world have been completed.

I need to go do my own thing now.

Just like.

"Kill some green goblins."

He opened that simple door and vanished from this world.

………….

A rotten place.

On that desolate wilderness.

A frail figure frantically dodged the pursuit of several wild dogs.

But it's obvious that two legs can hardly outrun four legs.

In the chaos, he lost his balance and fell on the desolate ground. Wild dogs, their mouths drooling, surrounded him, their red eyes greedily scanning every part of his body.

Soon after, amidst his desperate screams, a pack of wild dogs began to devour the poor creature alive.

In the real world, in a bright, large room, a figure wakes up from a deep sleep, his whole body trembling violently as if he had been electrocuted.

"what……!"

Violent shaking was accompanied by painful screams.

The black helmet was removed from his head.

His originally delicate features were now contorted to the extreme.

"Who on earth was the psychopath who came up with this game?!"
Are these monsters from the beginner village?

The realism is 100%, but why is the pain and tactile sensation also 100% accurate?
How could the monsters in the beginner village eat people alive?!
A string of sentences kept coming out of his mouth, one after another.

Accompanied by rapid breathing and a fearful, contorted expression.

He raised the black helmet in his hand, furiously wanting to unleash a gorilla-throwing stone, but at the last moment, he stopped.

"Anyway, this is the first virtual reality game!" "It's quite realistic."

He muttered to himself like that.

Just thinking about what I just experienced.

I just can't swallow this insult.

Soon after, a post like this appeared in a newly established community.

[Family members, does anyone understand? The producer of this game, "Ebb Tide," is truly a scoundrel! Who made the beginner difficulty so high?! It's 100% realistic, I'm being devoured alive!]

Press Enter.

That was a real relief.

Although I can't find where to leave negative reviews and I'm reluctant to quit the game, posting this is still very satisfying.

There was a feeling of powerless, weak resistance.

After doing all that, our attention turned to the game community that had only recently been established.

I was naturally drawn to the few pinned posts.

[Note: This is not an ordinary game!]

No death! No death!

Quitting the game is the best choice!

These three pinned posts immediately revealed the extraordinary nature of the game "Tidefall".

After all, when someone posts a message in the community, it's usually a message advising people to quit.

[Perfectly realistic, appearing suddenly without any prior notice, and this helmet mailed from an unknown location]

Do not die, for death brings about extraordinary changes.

The first couple of times are fine; you can still escape the game. But if you die a few more times, you'll become addicted.

Quitting the game is the best option. Smash that helmet and never touch this game again. If you want to live, this is the best choice!

All three posts appeared in the hands of the same person.

"Green Mountain."

Scroll down the post; there are many comments below.

[Let's all quit! Let's all quit! That way fewer people will be playing the game.]

[Boss Qingshan, I've died so many times already. I've felt what you said. Now, all I see when I close my eyes is that desolate wasteland. What should I do? What should I do? I feel like I'm not here, but over there! Help me!]

[Beginner's Guide: In that wasteland, mushroom-like creatures will spawn in some bushes. Crush these mushroom-like creatures with your weapon to coat your weapon with poison. Use the poisoned weapon to attack enemies to create a confusion effect.]

[The more challenging the situation, the more I should explore. You wouldn't believe what I've gained in this game—it's a reward worth risking my life for!]

In the comments section, people were jumping around in a chaotic frenzy, each talking to themselves.

The fear I felt after reading those three posts subsided a little.

Make sure to memorize that beginner's guide.

He only had a vague understanding of the game, but when he tried to read more posts, the page suddenly froze, and when he refreshed it, the entire Tide Games section disappeared.

Those who didn't believe in superstitions tried searching for it.

There was no further progress.

The term "ebb tide" seems to have become a taboo, completely disappearing from the entire internet.

He turned his head and his gaze fell on the black helmet.

So, now.

"Want to play?"

Such a complex choice appeared in the minds of many people at this moment.

However, not long after, the same answer was confirmed by the majority of them.

That night, I drifted off to sleep.

In my sleep, an unbearable itch appeared.

This is the missing part of the soul attempting to heal itself.

This unbearable itching can drive almost anyone who experiences it crazy.