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

Wang Banxian didn't have time to read the comments.

His entire attention was focused on the moving legs outside.

Don't come any closer.

Please don't find me.

I am a stone.

I am air.

He silently recited it in his mind.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly.

Every second was torture.

The zombies didn't seem to have a specific target; they were attracted by the sound and were now just searching aimlessly.

They passed in front of the wooden planks.

The closest one, its rotting toe was less than ten centimeters from the wooden board.

Wang Banxian could even see the black mud stuffed inside the toenails.

All the muscles in his body were taut to the extreme.

Sweat slid down his forehead and into his eyes.

It was so spicy it hurt.

But he didn't even dare to blink.

at last.

The main force seems to have passed by.

The footsteps began to fade, and the strong, fishy smell also subsided slightly.

Wang Banxian's tense nerves relaxed a little.

Fortunately.

These monsters may look scary, but they are not very intelligent.

As long as they don't make a sound, they're a bunch of blind people.

Lao Tzu is indeed the chosen one.

To survive such a desperate situation.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Splash!

A soft sound.

Wang Banxian's heart leaped into his throat.

through the gap.

He saw a pair of feet wearing tattered sneakers stop in front of the wooden plank.

Didn't leave?

Why did it stop?

Have we been discovered?

impossible!

I didn't make a sound!

Those feet spun around in place.

Directly facing the wooden board.

Followed by.

A deathly pale face suddenly pressed against the crevice.

It was less than five centimeters away from Wang Banxian's face.

It was a female zombie.

Only one eyeball remained in its socket; the other eye socket was empty, staring blankly at him.

No pupils.

There was only a murky gray-white.

At that moment, Wang Banxian seemed to see the other person's upturned lips.

It's as if it's saying: My little darling, I've finally found you.

Wang Banxian's mind went completely blank.

Fear exploded completely at that moment.

Before he could react...

The zombie suddenly moved.

It suddenly raised its arm, its withered, bony hand slamming into the wooden board with a powerful gust of wind.

Whoosh—!

The fragile wooden planks were no match for its astonishing strength; they were flung away and disintegrated in mid-air.

Wang Banxian was completely exposed to the air.

Everything happened in an instant.

Wang Banxian was still squatting in the corner, his hand still gripping the wooden board.

Like an idiot.

"roar--!!!"

The female zombie let out a sharp scream.

The sound was like a battle cry.

The horde of zombies, which had already walked far away, suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Countless rotting heads turned around at the same time.

Dozens of gray eyes were fixed on Wang Banxian in the corner.

that moment.

despair.

Unparalleled despair.

"run!"

That was the only thought in his mind.

Wang Banxian suddenly pushed off the ground, trying to rush out from the side.

But it was all in vain.

Those zombies were incredibly fast.

Like sharks that have smelled blood, they swarmed in instantly.

Layer upon layer.

Densely packed.

As soon as Wang Banxian stood up, he was pounced on by several zombies and knocked to the ground.

The heavy body pressed down on him, rendering him unable to move.

"Get out of here!"

"Damn it, old man!"

"Get the hell out of my way!"

He frantically swung his fists, smashing them against those mangled faces.

But this was of no use.

More and more zombies pressed in.

My vision was swallowed by darkness.

Then came excruciating pain.

Excruciating pain.

That's the feeling of flesh being torn apart and bones being crushed.

neck.

Arm.

thigh.

Pain signals were coming from every part of my body.

The pain felt so real.

It was so real that he thought he was actually being eaten alive.

"Aaaaaahh ...

A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the alley.

The live stream screen shook violently before turning blood red.

[System notification: You have died.]

Disconnecting...

......

The real world.

Inside the apartment.

Wang Banxian suddenly jumped up from his gaming chair.

He ripped the VR headset off his head and slammed it onto the table.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

His whole body was already soaked in cold sweat, and his T-shirt clung tightly to his back.

My hands are shaking.

I couldn't stop shaking.

The feeling of being torn apart still seemed to linger on my body.

Especially the neck.

He subconsciously touched his neck to make sure it was unharmed before he felt a little relieved.

too frightening.

The sense of oppression from death is something that ordinary games simply cannot match.

For a moment, he really thought he was dead.

Wang Banxian slumped in his chair, and it took him a full five minutes to recover.

Then I immediately checked the helmet and found that it was fine, and only then did I feel completely relieved.

I turned to look at the computer screen.

The live stream is still running.

The chat was now exploding with comments.

Holy crap! Was that real?!

[Wasn't that last scene too gory? Won't the live stream get banned?]

Where is the streamer? Are they scared out of their wits?

To be honest, I was so scared when those zombies pounced on me that I dropped my phone.

[A fortune teller? Fortune teller, are you still there?]

[The streamer is dead. Burn paper money if you need anything.]

With trembling hands, Wang Banxian grabbed the bottled water on the table and gulped down half of it in one go.

The cool liquid flowed down his throat, slightly suppressing his inner fear.

He readjusted the camera, pointing the pale face at the lens.

"Family members..."

His voice was terribly hoarse.

"I'm fine."

"It's just... a bit too stimulating."

Wang Banxian wiped the cold sweat from his face and gave a bitter smile.

"This game...this game is simply inhuman."

"The pain felt so real; when I was bitten, I felt like my soul had flown away."

The live chat was flooded with messages of comfort and sarcasm.

[I knew the streamer was scared out of his wits, hahaha.]

Honestly, I was terrified too, it was absolutely terrifying.

I have a feeling that "Wasteland Era" won't last long. It's too realistic. I wouldn't be surprised if it were taken down any second.

[Master, one more round! I want to see revenge!]

[Yes! Charge back! Shoot those zombies clean!]

Seeing the screen filled with comments demanding that the game continue, Wang Banxian shook his head helplessly.

He's so weak and powerless that he has no energy left to play the game.

and......

"Brothers, it's not that I don't want to stream."

"This game has a hardcore setting."

Wang Banxian sighed helplessly.

"Resurrection refreshes daily."

"Unless you have that 'Source Crystal' thing, you'll have to wait for the cooldown to happen after you die."

"The next resurrection will be at 6 a.m. tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, the live stream chat erupted in groans of despair.

What? There's such a setting?

How much do developers want people to avoid playing the game?

[Only one life per day? Can't you buy revives with real money? Doesn't this game plan to make money?]

[That's it, that's it. I finally got a little interested, and now it's all gone.]

Come again at 6 AM tomorrow.