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

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction.

"Now that you've signed it, you're one of us."

"Without further ado, let's issue the first task."

Lin Mo pointed with his chin: "Go outside, kill a zombie, and bring the zombie's corpse back to me."

"The more intact the body, the better."

Everyone else was taken aback.

Qin Feng was the first to realize that retrieving monster corpses was probably the core gameplay of this game.

"Just a friendly reminder."

Lin Mo pointed to the hideous monsters roaming outside.

"These monsters are stronger than you think, even the weakest zombies."

"Although you can be resurrected, you only have one free chance per day."

"And I think you've probably noticed that the pain here is a 100% replica."

"Even if you can be resurrected, the feeling of death is still incredibly real, so please cherish your lives."

Zhou Jian shivered and subconsciously rubbed his right cheek.

That pinch just now, Qin Feng used all his strength, and it still hurts terribly to him.

But I have to say, this NPC is actually quite nice.

Suddenly, Lin Mo's expression turned serious: "You only have one free resurrection opportunity per day, so be careful in everything you do. Try your best to come back alive while you are required to complete the mission."

"Where's the equipment?"

Lei Yue, who was in charge of firepower, couldn't help but speak up: "We can't exactly go and fight the monsters hand-to-hand, can we?"

Lin Mo pointed to the weapons on the weapon rack next to him and said, "You can pick one yourself, but this is a rental. These weapons cost 1 Source Crystal per day. If they are damaged, you will have to pay for them at the original price, which is 20 Source Crystals."

Zhou Jian looked at the row of gleaming weapons, especially the thick-backed cleaver, and his hands were itching to get a grip.

He reached out to take it, but was blocked by an invisible wall of air.

"You still want to rent it?" Zhou Jian's eyes widened as he pointed at the ruins outside. "We're just going to fight some monsters and do some work for you, and you want to charge us for this? Can't you just give it to us directly?"

That's incredibly stingy.

Which game doesn't even give out a wooden sword in the beginner's village?

Lin Mo sat behind the counter, picked up his teacup and blew away the foam, but his heart was bleeding.

He wanted to give it to them too.

But this dog system only recognizes Source Crystal.

"Obviously not."

Lin Mo put down his teacup and tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "That's the rule."

He pointed to the top of his head, looking helpless, as if to say, "I have connections above me, but the rules are hard to break."

"There's no such thing as a free lunch. If you want good equipment, you have to exchange it for Source Crystals."

Chen Feng stopped Zhou Jian, who was about to start shouting again.

As the team leader, he thought about many things.

If this were a real battlefield, logistical supplies would indeed require approval and quotas.

If this were a game, it would make even more sense; you either have to spend money or grind, you have to choose one.

"Old Zhou, stop talking nonsense."

Chen Feng stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the weapons rack.

Finally, his gaze settled on a black tactical straight knife.

The blade is about 30 centimeters long, with a thick back and a thin edge. It has a matte finish and the handle is wrapped with anti-slip paracord.

Chen Feng reached out and gripped the knife handle.

This time, the invisible wall disappeared.

[Item: Standard Tactical Fixed Blade Knife (Rental Version)]

[Quality: Average]

[Combat Power: +5]

[Description: Sharp and tough, capable of slicing through the muscles of an ordinary zombie.]

[Rental fee: 1 Yuanjing/day (Currently in arrears, please repay or renew within 24 hours)]

A line of light blue text appeared at the edge of my field of vision.

"A fine knife."

Chen Feng flicked his wrist, and the battle blade drew a dark arc in the air, the sound of it cutting through the air extremely faint.

This feel, this heavy, substantial weight, is completely unlike anything that can be simulated with just a few lines of code.

"I choose this one." Chen Feng sheathed the knife back into his tactical vest.

Seeing this, others also stepped forward to make their own selections.

Most people chose cold weapons.

Only Lei Yue, a firepower fanatic, insisted on having a modified shotgun, even if it only had five bullets.

"Set off!"

Chen Feng gave a low shout and led the way out of the grocery store.

The ten figures quickly dispersed and blended into the gray, misty streets outside.

Watching the dilapidated glass door close again, Lin Mo collapsed instantly, slumping into his chair.

"Damn, acting is more tiring than fighting zombies."

Lin Mo let out a long breath, grabbed the teacup, and took a big gulp.

[Host, your acting is a bit exaggerated. We suggest you tone down your facial micro-expressions.]

Suddenly, that monotone mechanical voice rang out from the side.

"Shut up."

Lin Mo rolled her eyes: "If you hadn't been such a troublemaker and insisted on creating this general store, would I have had to do all this?"

He brought up the system panel.

[Task: Complete a transaction]

[Time Limit: 24 hours]

Current progress: 0/1

[Punishment for Failure: Annihilation]

The bright red countdown is still ticking, with less than twenty hours left.

If these "players" can't bring back the zombie corpses, or if they are all wiped out, then he's really doomed.

"You must come back alive..."

Lin Mo stared out the door, his fingers unconsciously stroking the rim of the cup.

This is not only about the lives of those ten people, but also about his own life.

......

It's 300 meters away from the grocery store.

Beside the ruins of a convenience store that had collapsed halfway.

I did collect some 'equipment' along the way.

Some rusty daggers, steel pipes, steel bars, and the like.

Although these "equipment" have been eroded by time, they are still barely usable.

There is no additional combat power added.

"stop."

Chen Feng raised his right fist, and everyone stopped instantly, crouching behind cover.

The movements were synchronized and completely silent.

"Three o'clock, behind that trash can," Chen Feng said in a low voice, pointing lightly with his finger.

Everyone looked in that direction.

It was a figure in a tattered suit, wandering aimlessly among the ruins.

His skin had a sickly grayish-brown color, and the left side of his face looked as if something had gnawed at it, revealing the stark white bone. One eyeball hung outside its socket, swaying back and forth as he moved.

vomit.

Despite being mentally prepared, seeing such high-definition, uncensored footage up close still made their stomachs churn.

"This modeling... is amazing."

Zhou Jian swallowed hard, his grip on the steel pipe tightening: "I can even see the bloodshot veins in their eyes clearly."

"This game is so realistic."

Qin Feng nodded heavily.

To be honest, at first, he didn't take Chi Zhengyang's words too seriously.

Although he was very proud to be a citizen of China, he neither boasted nor exaggerated; he was well aware of the true state of China today.

China's technology is indeed somewhat lacking in virtual technology.

But when he got there, he realized he was wrong, terribly wrong.

The touch, the pain, and even the smell of dust floating in the air—everything was so realistic!

If he hadn't known beforehand that this was a virtual game world, he would never have doubted that this was the real world.