The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

knock knock knock.

The knocking was short and forceful.

The door opened inwards.

Ten young people stood in two rows, their backs ramrod straight.

The young man at the head of the group stepped forward and raised his hand in salute.

"Report! Ready!"

The sound wave made the teacup on the table tremble slightly.

Chi Zhengyang glanced around.

These ten individuals were selected from millions of soldiers across the entire army, becoming the elite soldiers.

Physical fitness, combat skills, reconnaissance, and tactical proficiency are all top-notch.

He didn't speak, turned around and walked back into the depths of the room, waving his hand.

The ten people immediately followed, maintaining their formation perfectly.

The gate slammed shut, completely shutting out the noise from the outside world.

Chi Zhengyang turned around, his face serious.

"There is a task that concerns the fate of the Dragon Kingdom, and I entrust it to you."

"But once you leave this room, you're not allowed to mention it to anyone. Keep it a secret. Can you do that?"

The air froze instantly.

The ten young soldiers looked at each other, their chests heaving.

As soldiers, they aspire to carry out the highest-level missions.

But it concerns the fate of the nation?

These four words carry immense weight.

Captain Chen Feng suddenly stood at attention and slammed his right fist into his left chest with a muffled "bang".

"I, Chen Feng, swear! If I divulge even a single word, may I be cursed by ten thousand men and die a horrible death!"

The other nine followed closely behind, their vows echoing in the closed room.

Chi Zhengyang nodded.

Oaths can't keep out scoundrels, but they can keep virtuous people in check.

This group of people is trustworthy.

He pulled open the drawer, took out a black velvet box, and opened it with a click.

Ten bronze rings lay quietly inside, their faces engraved with intricate patterns, exuding an air of antiquity and mystery.

But it only appears mysterious.

Do you know about the virtual world?

Chen Feng glanced at the cold-faced young man beside him.

Qin Feng stepped forward: "Report! I've played a few games and know a little about them."

Chi Zhengyang picked up a ring and twirled it on his finger: "Then do you believe that there is a 100% real virtual world in this world?"

Qin Feng was taken aback.

One hundred percent?

Current VR technology is already quite good at achieving audiovisual simulation; even haptic feedback is still in the laboratory stage.

He roughly knew what the other party wanted to say, but still shook his head, his tone firm: "Report, I don't believe it! Based on current technology, it's not possible."

"You will believe it."

Chi Zhengyang pushed the box to the edge of the table, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"The mission is simple: put it on, go over there, explore that world, and gather all the information."

"Remember, over there you will meet a boy named Lin Mo. Follow his instructions."

"Your mission is to help him at all costs, earn Source Crystals, and spend them in the shop."

"yes!"

The ten people asked no more questions and stepped forward to each take a ring.

The bronze was cool to the touch, and I slipped it under my finger.

next second.

Everyone froze instantly and fell into a deep sleep on the spot.

Although he knew what was going to happen, what he saw with his own eyes still horrified Chi Zhengyang.

After a moment of silence, he gave a standard military salute to the men lying on the ground.

"The future of the Dragon Kingdom is in your hands."

......

The world spun around.

It felt like being stuffed into a washing machine, with my internal organs being churned up.

Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily.

The first thing you see is a row of glass shelves covered in dust, and the air is filled with a musty smell mixed with the stench of decay that drifts from afar.

where is this?

He pushed himself up from the ground, feeling the rough, gritty texture on his palms.

That's so true.

Whether it's the changes in light and shadow, the odor in the nasal cavity, or even the sensation of fingertips brushing against dust, everything feels terrifyingly real.

"Could this be... the legendary game that perfectly recreates the real world?"

Qin Feng was somewhat bewildered.

Several muffled groans came from the side, and the teammates woke up one after another.

"alert!"

Team leader Chen Feng issued the order immediately.

The ten people instantly dispersed, forming a defensive formation back to back, their movements fluid and graceful.

But soon they discovered that their hands were empty; the guns they were used to handling were nowhere to be found.

"take it easy."

Qin Feng waved his hand, walked up to a shelf, and tapped on the glass.

Knock knock knock.

Crisp, hard.

He squatted down again, picked up a piece of soil from the crack between the floor tiles, and crushed it between his fingertips.

It's a bit uncomfortable.

This physics engine is amazing!

"This modeling precision...it's like they've even factored in the atoms!"

Qin Feng muttered to himself, then turned to look at the burly man Zhou Jian beside him.

Zhou Jian was warily watching the wandering shadows outside the window when he suddenly turned his head: "Why are you looking at me?"

Qin Feng didn't say anything, but suddenly reached out and pinched Zhou Jian's face hard.

"Awooo—!"

Zhou Jian jumped three feet high on the spot: "Qin Feng! You son of a bitch! Are you fucking crazy?!"

Qin Feng withdrew his hand expressionlessly: "Does it hurt?"

"Nonsense! Try pinching you!" Zhou Jian rubbed his right cheek, his eyes wide with anger.

Qin Feng nodded: "It should hurt. It seems that even the pain system is 100% simulated."

"I never imagined that technology has advanced to this extent. It can even completely simulate touch and pain, it's just like the real thing."

Zhou Jian: "Then why the hell do you pinch yourself?!"

"I'm afraid of pain."

"You son of a bitch!"

Zhou Jian swung his fist and charged forward.

"That's enough!"

Chen Feng gave a low shout and stepped between the two: "Mind your manners! Don't forget we still have a mission!"

The crowd quieted down and all eyes turned to the counter of the general store.

There was a person sitting there.

The man sat with his legs crossed, holding a steaming cup of tea, watching the farce with a smile.

He was in his early twenties, with black hair and black eyes, and dressed in casual clothes, looking like a recent college graduate.

Lin Mo was in a great mood at this moment because he was finally not alone.

This is Lin Mo?

Chen Feng frowned slightly, but still stepped forward, stood at attention, and saluted.

"You must be Lin Mo?"

Lin Mo stood up and patted the wrinkles on his trouser legs.

"it's me."

Zhou Jian couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This game even has NPCs?"

"Wasn't it said to be 100% real?"

Zhou Jian's voice was soft, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet shop.

Chen Feng glared fiercely at Zhou Jian.

Lin Mo wasn't annoyed, and chuckled, "Welcome to Wasteland Era."

He turned to look at the ball of light in mid-air.

"Tongzi, get to work."

Om-!

The sphere of light trembled slightly, and ten pale blue virtual light screens instantly unfolded in front of everyone.

User Agreement

The densely packed clauses are dizzying to read.

"First, sign this sales... cough, this employment contract."

I was so happy I almost blurted out the truth...

Chen Feng glanced at it and the gist was that joining "Wasteland Era" was voluntary, and the consequences were borne by the individual. All interpretation rights belonged to the Myriad Realms General Store.

Without any hesitation, all ten people simultaneously placed their palms on the light screen.

The contract has been signed.

[Identity: Employee of the Multiverse General Store.]