The Fourth Disaster: People become gods through high martial arts and gaming

Chapter 1 Masterpiece
System: Soul connection... Connection successful...

System: Beginning to introduce the traditional martial arts system...

System: The introduction was successful, and the traditional martial arts system was officially opened.

System notification sounds kept ringing in his head, causing Lin Qi, who was slumped in the dilapidated martial arts gym, to breathe a sigh of relief.

System: Please ask the host to set the initial game introduction connection amount, which will be borne entirely by the player.

System: The larger the amount, the closer the player's initial physical condition is to the original state, the shorter the time it takes to resurrect after death, the higher the amount required for resurrection, the more complete the player's soul connection, and the higher the degree of restoration of all perceptions such as pain.

"As for games, of course the most important thing is authenticity, so set it to the maximum setting."

When Lin Qi heard that all the expenses would be borne by the players, he chose the maximum value without any hesitation.

System: Please set up an introduction for the game.

"Introduction?"

"It should be high-end and give players a sense of challenge, so that they will be willing to click in."

Lin Qi thought about it, then started writing an introduction on the system panel.

Hundreds of nations are at war, tens of thousands of races are competing, life is advancing, and you step onto the throne of god. The legend of the warrior will be written by you.

This game is 100% virtual. Because it is too real, please download and play with caution. It is not suitable for players without certain skills.

System: Are you sure about the game introduction? Once confirmed, it cannot be modified.

"confirm!"

After Lin Qi scanned it carefully and confirmed that there was no problem, he directly clicked the confirmation button in the system bar.

System: The game has been uploaded to the Blue Star Network and will be launched in half an hour. Please wait.

……

Blue Planet, year 2325.

"Aim! Take a deep breath, breathe again, concentrate, relax your whole body, and the aiming aperture will narrow accordingly."

“The calmer your mind and heartbeat, the smaller the aperture of your aim will be.”

"Don't be anxious at this time, wait for the aperture to narrow to its limit."

"It's now."

In the virtual game cabin, Fang Zhen, a man in his thirties with a resolute face and a thick beard, who looked like an older brother, was driving a giant mecha while explaining to everyone in the live broadcast room how to aim.

With a bang, the gunshot directly hit a giant mechanical beast hiding five kilometers away in the yellow sand.

drop.

The mechanical behemoth five kilometers away immediately lit up in red, indicating that it was dead.

"One shot hits the target, Brother Zhen is awesome!"

“Is this professional-level strength?”

"Brother Zhen, with your skill level, you're not really planning on retiring from the team in half a year, are you? Even the players from the top 16 teams that made it to the Mecha Continent National Competition are only as good as this."

Everyone in the live broadcast room couldn't help but exclaim and sigh as they watched Fang Zhen's extreme-range sniping.

The virtual game "Mecha Continent" has a virtuality level of up to 75%, and is also one of the most popular mecha battle games on Blue Star in recent years.

Ordinary players usually need two or three months of practice to control the mecha to make smooth movements, let alone just shoot normally and hit a target hundreds of meters away.

With his field of vision greatly disturbed, he was able to hit a mechanical monster five kilometers away with one shot. It was absolutely amazing.

"As you get older, your reflexes and reactions definitely don't match your youth. Plus, I'm quite old for a professional player. Even if I don't retire this year, I might not even be able to beat the newcomers on the team next year." Fang Zhen sighed. "Alright, enough talk. Let's check out some fun new games today."

The people in the live broadcast room had no doubts about Fang Zhen's words.

The professional virtual competitive scene is just like this. Not only is the competition fierce, but everyone relies on youth to make a living. It's generally considered pretty good if you can maintain your peak form until the age of 25. 30 is indeed very old.

Therefore, many professional players in the competitive professional circle will choose to do live streaming or other secondary occupations when they are older.

Fang Zhen started live streaming five years ago. He is now quite well-known in the Mecha Continent game live streaming circle, and his popularity can occasionally make it into the top 100 of the game live streaming list.

While everyone in the live broadcast room was discussing, Fang Zhen opened the game lobby interface, and a new game with a five-headed black dragon icon quickly caught his eye.

"Oh my god!"

"4999! What a masterpiece!"

Fang Zhen rubbed his eyes, fearing that he had added an extra zero.

Nowadays, due to the popularity of virtual game engines, many small workshops with only a few people can make virtual games, so a large number of new games appear on major game platforms every day.

The prices are generally below one hundred yuan, and even 3A masterpieces will not cost more than five hundred yuan.

The new game called Gaowu Jianglin is now priced ten times higher, which is a game that ordinary people can't afford to play.

At this point, the audience in the livestream were also shocked. "This game's virtuality is actually advertised as 100%!"

"100% virtuality? That's sheer bragging. Even world-class game companies can only produce games with less than 80% virtuality. I've never even heard of a game company that values ​​authenticity over authenticity. How could they possibly produce a 100% virtual game?"

"I've seen ridiculous games, but I've never seen anything this ridiculous. It's priced at 4999, and every time a character dies, it costs 648 to revive. If you don't revive within 24 hours, your account will be directly cancelled. I don't deserve it."

"But this manufacturer is really serious. They even limited the first batch to ten testers."

"This game is absolutely fake. If there really was a masterpiece with 100% virtuality, even if it was just in development, it would be making headlines. Not to mention that a trial version has already been released, the news would have spread all over the world. If it really was a masterpiece with 100% virtuality, I would livestream it doing somersaults while eating noodles."

"It's too real. It's not suitable without a certain level of strength. This manufacturer really dares to brag. Brother Zhen, take it!"

Everyone was talking about the game introduction of Gao Wu Jiang Lin as they watched it. The discussion was so intense that the popularity of Fang Zhen's live broadcast room also soared rapidly. In just less than 30 seconds, the popularity tripled or quadrupled, catching up with those well-known game anchors.

Fang Zhen took a look and felt that this was also an opportunity.

"Brothers, since everyone is curious about what kind of game this is, I'll explain it to you." Fang Zhen gritted his teeth and directly chose to pay 4999. "The most important thing is authenticity. If it's not authentic enough, brothers, we will refund the money within two hours. Then we can all report it together and let the manufacturer know what authenticity is!"

"Brother Zhen is awesome!"

"4999! How dare this manufacturer even think of that."

Everyone also agreed very much. After all, the anchor was paying them, so they just needed to watch. The main point was companionship, and they could pay for the game even if they lost.

"Too real? Then let me see how real it is!"

Fang Zhen looked at the live broadcast room which was becoming more and more popular, and smiled as he clicked on the game icon of Xiang Gaowu.

……

In the dim little room, the swaying light flickered on and off. From the corridor outside the iron fence, the sound of wind whistling could be heard from time to time, making Fang Zhen, who had just woken up in the room, a little dazed.

"What's going on? Where is this?"

"I was about to play Gao Wu's arrival, wasn't I? Why am I in a place like this?"

The stench of something rotting, the cold texture of the metal from the chains on his hands and feet, and the biting cold wind blowing from somewhere in the room made Fang Zhen tremble all over, and then an idea came to his mind.

Kidnapped!

Have I been kidnapped?

"Name?"

Before Fang Zhen could recover from his panic, a harsh and cold questioning voice made Fang Zhen's ears prick up suddenly, and he couldn't help but speak instinctively.

"Fang Zhen, Fang means direction, Zhen means vibration."

"age?"

"29."

"You're a bit old... I don't think you're that useful anymore."

"No, I'm still young, I have a lot of savings, I can still..."

As the serious voice continued to ask questions, Fang Zhen gradually regained consciousness and his vision became clearer.

Outside the iron bars, a handsome young man in a black martial arts uniform with a pale face was sitting quietly at an iron table, holding a pencil in one hand. He looked up and asked questions while making notes in a small notebook.

"I'm coming in?" Fang Zhen looked at the handsome young man in front of him. Although his clothes were different, his tone and posture were definitely not wrong. He hurriedly explained, "Big brother, are you mistaken? I've never done anything illegal. I'm just a game streamer. This must be a mistake."

"Don't try to make connections. I don't know you well."

"What about the sir?"

"Be more serious and call me Master, or Master Lin Qi."

"Master of the museum? Master Lin Qi?"

After hearing this, Fang Zhen's brain circuit was a little confused for a moment. He had no idea who the young man named Lin Qi in front of him was.

Kidnapper?
uncle?

mental illness?
"29 years old... 29 years old..." Before Fang Zhen could react, Lin Qi glanced at the notebook again, twirling the pencil in his hand between his fingers while muttering to himself. He then looked up at Fang Zhen and said, "In that case, let's prove it. Two thousand squats, two hours. You can start now."

"..." Fang Zhen was a little confused and a little scared.

God damn, 29 years old, that’s how it’s proven!

Two thousand squats in two hours? Are all the mentally ill people nowadays that good at this?
"Would you like me to help you?"

"No! I can do it myself. Trust me."

Fang Zhen didn't dare to think about anything else when Lin Qi wanted to get up. He immediately started doing squats without paying attention to the chains on his hands and feet.

One...two...three...

"Well, not bad, pretty standard. Since you don't need help removing the chains, forget it." Lin Qi nodded slightly as he looked at Fang Zhen who was doing squats frantically, then stood up and left the dark basement.

　The old cat is back again/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)