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

but......

Wang Banxian raised his head and looked at the zombie corpse that looked like a puddle of mud.

An unprecedented feeling welled up inside me.

That was the relief of surviving a disaster.

It was also the ecstatic joy of personally defeating a powerful enemy.

This is completely different from typing on a keyboard.

This is real feedback on the killing.

A true life-or-death struggle.

Cool!

This is so fucking awesome!

It's even more satisfying than getting a hundred pentakills!

The live stream room fell silent, then the chat exploded with comments.

Holy crap! That's awesome!

[That move by the fortune teller was pretty cool!]

That last counterattack was brilliant! If it hadn't hit him, he would be dead.

This is way too hardcore! These zombies are harder to beat than the bosses in those AAA games.

Is this what 100% pain feels like? It looks painful.

[Let's send some gifts! To calm the fortune teller's nerves!]

Special effects featuring rockets and yachts exploded in the live stream room.

Wang Banxian grinned, revealing a smile that was even uglier than a grimace.

He struggled to his feet.

Although his legs were still weak, his eyes shone with an alarming brightness.

He gave a thumbs-up to the camera, his voice hoarse but full of excitement:

"Family members..."

"No joke."

"As long as this game doesn't shut down, I could play it forever!"

"This is what a real game should be!"

"That's true romance for men!"

"Compared to Wasteland Era, what the hell were all the games I played before?!"

Wang Banxian pulled out the steel bar stuck in the wall, bringing out a spray of black blood.

After trying for a while, I finally confirmed that there was no backpack or any space available.

Wang Banxian smiled helplessly.

He bent down, grabbed one of the zombie's legs, and dragged it like a bag of garbage.

"Let's go back and turn in the mission!"

The body was very heavy.

The ground was rough and uneven, and the rotten flesh rubbed against the gravel, making a sickeningly loud slurping sound.

The putrid stench rushed straight to the top of my head through my nostrils.

Wang Banxian felt a churning in his stomach and almost vomited up his breakfast.

Why does this damn game have such a realistic sense of smell system?

But he didn't let go.

This is spoils of war.

It was the first monster he hunted in Wasteland.

In the live stream room, the chat was still flooded with comments.

The fight just now was so exciting that it completely ignited the audience's enthusiasm.

[Master, how much does this game cost? I want to play it too!]

Does anyone know where the official website is? I'd like to see more game CGs.

[It looks pretty good, but is there really such a magical game?]

[I also think that's an overstatement. I don't believe any game can replicate smell and sensation. Streamer, blink twice if you're being threatened.]

[Exactly, current VR technology isn't that advanced. It's just that the graphics are a little better.]

Wang Banxian glanced at the bullet screen window floating in the upper left corner of his field of vision.

He snorted irritably.

"threaten?"

"If a game company can make a game like this, why would they need to threaten me?"

He stopped and threw the rotting leg on the ground.

"Everything I said is true, you just can't smell it because you're looking through a screen."

"This taste..."

"It's even more intense than if I'd spent three days and three nights squatting in a public toilet."

"And this texture."

Wang Banxian raised his hand, showing the dried black blood on the back of his hand.

That sticky, slippery feeling still lingers on my skin.

You can even feel the tightness as the blood slowly congeals.

"To be honest, if I didn't know for sure that this was a game world, I would have wondered if I had traveled to another world."

"Forget it, I can't explain it to you."

"Try it yourselves when it's in public beta. Just don't be so scared you wet your pants."

Wang Banxian grabbed the zombie's leg again.

"I need to go back to the store manager and hand over the task."

"I hope you can give me something nice, even just a bottle of water would be fine, I'm dying of thirst."

He had just taken a step.

The movement suddenly froze.

A faint sound came from the alleyway ahead.

rustle.

rustle.

It sounded like some kind of fabric rubbing against a wall.

It also resembles countless feet dragging on the ground.

The sound was very soft, but it sounded particularly jarring on the deathly silent street.

The comments in the live stream instantly changed direction.

What is that sound?

It looks like something's coming.

Seriously, I feel like so many things are getting closer.

"Hey fortune teller, don't go any further! Something's wrong up ahead!"

Wang Banxian's heart suddenly contracted.

The netizens watching from outside the screen sensed something was wrong; how could they not notice?

A chill ran up my spine.

Not right.

The sounds are too dense.

The target number is definitely not just one or two.

He made a decisive move and immediately released the corpse from his grasp.

At this point, who cares about spoils of war?

Saving your life is the most important thing.

Wang Banxian's eyes darted around quickly, his gaze frantically searching the narrow alleyway.

There is a wall blocking the way on the left.

right......

Only a few dilapidated wooden planks leaned against the corner of the wall, behind which was a pile of moldy cardboard boxes.

That was the only cover.

There was simply no time to think.

Wang Banxian used both his hands and feet, scrambling and crawling towards the corner of the wall.

He picked up the few dusty, broken wooden planks and carefully held them in front of him.

He curled up into a ball, pressed tightly against the cold wall.

I didn't dare to breathe.

Just as he had hidden himself.

A figure emerged from the shadows at the alley entrance.

No.

That's not a person.

It was a zombie wearing a tattered T-shirt, half of its face was gone, revealing blackened gums.

It moved very slowly, its body swaying stiffly.

Followed by.

the second.

The third.

The fifth one...

Wang Banxian peered through the finger-width gap between the wooden planks at the outside.

My scalp is tingling.

Countless zombies, like a black tide, surged into the narrow alley.

Some of them were missing arms or legs, and some had their bellies cut open with their intestines dragging on the ground.

Each one exuded a nauseating aura of death.

There are too many.

There are simply too many to count.

Even a single zombie monster requires all its strength, but this time, facing so many zombie monsters, if it gets discovered, it will definitely be torn to pieces.

Wang Banxian kept his mouth tightly shut.

They were afraid of making the slightest sound.

The oppressive feeling was suffocating.

This is "Wasteland Era"...

Is this really just a game?

Who has a zombie horde in their starting village?!

Is the planner's brain filled with shit?!

Wang Banxian cursed wildly in his heart, but his body honestly shrank into the corner.

The footsteps outside grew increasingly chaotic.

Heavy breathing and low growls merged into a terrifying sound wave.

The distance is too close.

He could even smell the stench emanating from those monsters, a hundred times stronger than the one from before.

The live stream room was completely silent.

The audience members who were just questioning the authenticity of the story have now all fallen silent.

The visuals are incredibly impactful.

That immersive sense of fear spread from the screen to the nerves of every viewer.

Several seconds passed before comments appeared on the screen.

[Damn! I was just bored and wanted to watch a game stream, does it have to be this exciting?]

[This modeling...this lighting...I believe it, this game is freaking hardcore.]

[It's scarier than watching a horror movie, seriously, I'm not kidding!]

[I'm terrified, streamer. You should at least give me some money back.]

[Friendly reminder: You can breathe, even if you're watching from outside the screen.]

Thanks! I didn't even know that.