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

The bidding in the group has already soared to one thousand.

[Old P]: Buying Source Crystals for 1000! DM me if you have any! Cash payment! Scammers may have their whole family die!

[Mofang]: Stop shouting, there's no one with any stock right now. Besides, there are only a few of us with beta testing qualifications. Even if you wanted to buy, who would sell?

[Wild Fairy Tale Writer]: Um... I think I have two hundred Source Crystals.

The group chat stopped abruptly.

It's like the pause button has been pressed.

next second.

[Old P]: Dad!

【Ziran】: Hey bro, wanna see black stockings? DM me.

[Su Xiaotu]: Fairy Tale Brother~ Please sell it to me, okay?

[Wang Banxian]: Holy crap? Where did you come from, Fairy Tale?

[Wild Fairy Tale Writer]: Well... just now when I was running away, I tripped and fell next to a trash can.

There was a glowing thing in the trash can. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. Then it told me I could recycle it for 200 Source Crystals. I recycled it on the spot, and then I got bitten to death.

Wang Banxian felt a tightness in his chest, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

What incredible luck!

While others are risking their lives being chased by zombies all over the streets, this guy can just trip and fall and find a resurrection coin?

[Mo Fang]: @WildFairyTalesHome, don't sell. Keep it.

[Wild Fairy Tale Writer]: Huh? Why? Old P has already offered 1200.

[Mo Fang]: This thing will only get more expensive in the future. Besides, if you sell it now, you'll first have to spend 100 Source Crystals to revive it; you might as well keep it for yourself, or wait until the price stabilizes. This game has only just begun.

【Gugu Cat】: That's right, don't sell it, absolutely don't sell it. Now, if you sell it, they all shut up.

Everyone in the group started making a fuss.

If you can't broadcast something yourself, then don't broadcast anything at all.

Wang Banxian frowned deeply as he read Mo Fang's words.

just began.

Yes.

This game has only been open for an hour, and it has already pushed these top streamers to this point.

What about after that?

What if the guild system is opened?

What if PVP is enabled?

This is no game.

This is clearly a new world that has yet to be developed, full of opportunities and gold.

Wang Banxian turned off his phone screen and looked back at the computer.

His slightly haggard face was reflected in the dark monitor.

The fear subsided considerably, replaced by an indescribable heat.

That was the gambler's excitement when he saw the gambling table.

He grabbed the half-empty bottle of mineral water on the table and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

Iced water down my throat.

"Source Crystal..."

Wang Banxian crunched the empty bottle, making a cracking sound, and casually tossed it into the trash can.

He picked up his phone again and sent a message in the group chat.

[Wang Banxian]: Stop arguing. Shall we team up at 6 AM tomorrow?

[Old P]: Group! Anyone who doesn't come is a coward!

[Ziran]: Count me in. I want to take on ten.

[Su Xiaotu]: Take me with you! Take me with you!

【Gugu Cat】: Add one.

Looking at the screen full of "+1", Wang Banxian's lips curled into a ferocious smile.

afraid?

I am indeed afraid.

The pain of being torn apart is still etched in my memory.

But if you don't play, the pain of missing out on a fortune is a million times worse than being bitten to death by a zombie.

Just then.

Suddenly, someone who hadn't spoken in the group chat popped up.

That was "Night Whispers".

She posted a picture.

The picture is blurry, as if it was hastily taken out of the screen.

The background is a dimly lit alleyway, littered with debris.

At the end of the alley, where Wang Banxian had just died, stood a dark figure.

The dark figure was dragging a huge fire axe in its hand.

The axe blade gleamed coldly.

[Night Talk]: This is a screenshot I took in the last second before you died.

It's right at the alleyway where the fortune teller died.

Wang Banxian clicked on the image and zoomed in.

My heart clenched suddenly.

That dark figure...

Although the face was not clearly visible, the figure was definitely not that of a zombie.

Is that a player?

Or is it an NPC?

If you were a player... who would dare to stand in a horde of zombies on the very first day of the server launch?

[Night Talk]: I guess it should be the boss. The difficulty of this newbie village is even higher than we imagined.

Wang Banxian stared at the dark figure, a chill running down his spine.

Is someone watching?

When I was being eaten alive, there was someone watching from the alleyway entrance.

The light from the phone screen reflected on his face, making him appear deathly pale.

Just then, the cat suddenly spoke up: "Why aren't Old P and the wild fairy tale writer saying anything?"

Old P, who was shouting the loudest just now, and the wild fairy tale writer, suddenly fell silent.

It's as if it evaporated into thin air.

Wang Banxian's heart skipped a beat.

Those two bastards...

Could it be that they're up to something behind everyone's back?

[Ziran] Probably not...

[Wang Banxian]: I don't think they are that kind of people...

[Ziran]: It seems hard to say...

[Mo Fang]: @Everyone, stop guessing, go to Lao P's live stream.

Wang Banxian's hands moved with lightning speed; he switched screens and searched for "Old P".

That bastard's live stream was indeed lit up.

The title is even more infuriating—"Wasteland Era: Premiere Online, Take You on a Journey Through the Post-Apocalyptic Landscape (Resurrection Version)".

A resurrected version?

Wang Banxian almost crushed the mouse.

Wasn't this guy dead?

The corpse was already cold; how could it be revived with source crystals?

In the scene, Old P is standing in the safe zone, holding a steel rod he picked up from somewhere, gesturing at the zombies in the distance.

"Hey guys, didn't expect that, did you? Old P is back!"

Old P's big face loomed close to the camera, grinning mischievously.

"That last mistake wasn't a big deal. Who are we? We're technically skilled streamers! Where we fall, we lie down... no, we get up right away!"

The barrage of comments was so dense it completely obscured the screen.

[Holy crap? It's come back to life?!]

[This streamer is awesome! Probably the first one to be revived across the entire internet?]

[Where did the Source Crystals come from? Didn't they say there was no recharge option?]

The graphics in this game are seriously amazing; that zombie scared me so much I dropped my phone.

The show just started airing and its popularity has already surpassed one million, and it's still soaring!

Wang Banxian felt an itch in his teeth.

It is certainly a pity to fail, but it is even more heartbreaking to see others succeed.

This traffic and this buzz should have been his share.

He typed away on the keyboard.

[Wang Banxian]: Damn it! You son of a bitch, Old P! Where did you get the Source Crystal?

Old P clearly saw this comment with the ultimate special effect.

He laughed even harder, looking absolutely irritating.

"Hey, isn't this the Half-Immortal? Still waiting in line? Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I just bought a hundred Source Crystals from Wild Fairy Tale's place."

"This game seems to have a transfer function; the Source Crystals were transferred directly to my account."

Transfer money?

Wang Banxian's head was buzzing.

This game actually has this feature?

And the Wild Fairy Tale Writer actually sold the Source Crystal to Old P?

The key point is that Old P also accepted it; this resurrection is worth over 100,000!

He's really willing to give it up!