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

[Wang Banxian]: Wild fairy tale writer! You come out here! I offered you two thousand and you wouldn't sell, but you're going to sell to him?

The group chat was quiet.

No one replied.

After a long while, Mo Fang finally sent a message in the group.

[Mo Fang]: Stop shouting. If you want to transfer money, you can't be in a soul state first. So the Wild Fairy Tale Writer has already been resurrected. They are both in the game now.

Wang Banxian switched to Wild Fairy Tale's live stream.

really.

That bastard is also broadcasting.

Moreover, his popularity surpasses that of Old P, approaching two million.

He sat on a pile of ruins in the safe zone, fiddling with a rusty coin in his hand, chatting animatedly with the live chat.

"Thanks for the rocket from 'Old P is a Big Idiot'... Wait, isn't this Wang Banxian's alt account? Why did you change your name?"

Once recognized, Wang Banxian slunk away from Wild Fairy Tale's live stream.

He was afraid he would have a stroke if he kept watching.

This is the advantage of being first to market.

One step at a time, one step at a time.

Now, Old P and Wild Fairy Tale Writers are dominating the internet's traffic, leaving those of us still waiting for the resurrection CD to just watch helplessly.

Old P is a cunning fellow.

He kept saying, "I'll save up five million and then go out of the city to slay zombies," but his body betrayed him, refusing to step out of the safe zone.

I just wandered around the square.

They just stood there bragging and then asked some detailed questions about Wasteland Era.

Even with such boring content, the audience still watched with great interest.

Because it's so real.

Just watching Old P rummaging through the ruins gives you a strong sense of being there in this apocalyptic world.

Time passed second by second.

Wang Banxian sat in front of the computer, staring at the countdown on the screen.

All night long.

He didn't close his eyes.

When hungry, I'll nibble on a couple of bites of bread; when thirsty, I'll drink cold water.

That feeling of anxiety was like countless ants crawling in the cracks of my bones.

Watching Old P's fan count grow from one million to two million, and then to three million.

Watching Wild Fairy Tale Family receive so many gifts they can't carry them all.

He complained irritably: "Those two bastards made all the money!"

at last.

The sky outside the window was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.

The time on my phone jumped to 05:59.

Wang Banxian suddenly jumped up from his chair, grabbed the helmet next to him, and put it directly on his head.

connection.

Log in.

That familiar dark space descended once again.

The blood-red countdown timer has reached zero.

[Resurrection countdown has ended.]

[The body is being reconstructed...]

Welcome back to the Wasteland Era.

A violent feeling of weightlessness washed over me.

Next comes the tactile sensation of being grounded.

The air was filled with the smell of rust and dust, the unique scent of the wasteland.

Wang Banxian opened his eyes.

It's still in front of that same grocery store.

It's still that familiar, dilapidated street.

But before he could even express his feelings, he was stunned by the scene before him.

light.

Countless beams of white light.

It was as if some kind of divine miracle had occurred.

Around him, in front of him, behind him, and to his left and right, countless white lights lit up one after another.

With each ray of white light that dissipates, a player appears out of thin air.

One, two, ten...

One hundred...

even more.

The once empty safe zone instantly became incredibly crowded.

It was full of people.

As soon as they landed, they quickly formed teams and dispersed, wasting not a single moment.

Their teamwork and discipline were unlike that of a group of disorganized soldiers.

Wang Banxian stood there, stunned.

"Where the hell did all these people come from?"

There weren't this many people when the closed beta started yesterday.

Judging from this formation, there are at least a thousand people.

Did the official team secretly issue these codes?

Just then, a burly man walked past him.

Wang Banxian instinctively reached out to stop him.

"Hey bro, selling Source Crystals? I'll buy them at a high price."

This is a professional habit.

This is the strategy we just discussed in the group chat.

As soon as I log in, I'll collect a bunch of Source Crystals and accumulate more resurrection attempts.

The burly man stopped in his tracks.

He was a head taller than Wang Banxian, with bulging muscles all over his body, and a sense of oppression was overwhelming.

The burly man glanced down at Wang Banxian.

That's not the look you give to your own kind.

It's more like looking at an idiot.

"Not for sale."

Only two words.

Cold and hard, crisp.

After saying that, the burly man walked right past him and headed to the other end of the street.

Dozens of people had already gathered there.

Without any unnecessary words, they simply made a hand gesture and quickly formed several small teams, heading towards the outskirts of the safe zone.

His movements were so skillful it was outrageous.

Wang Banxian was dumbfounded.

This script is wrong.

Logically, shouldn't a bunch of newbies be surrounding this big streamer and asking him to help them?

Or at least they should be tempted by the acquisition price of several thousand yuan, right?

After all, at this stage, Source Crystals are the only item for resurrection, and they are truly valuable.

As a result, they didn't even give him a second glance.

"A fortune teller!"

A familiar voice came from behind me.

Master Wang turned around.

Mo Fang, Zi Ran, Su Xiaotu, Hela...

Several people from the livestreaming group were present.

Everyone looked rather pale.

Clearly, he wasn't the only one who ran into trouble.

"Who are these people?" Zi Ran frowned, watching the departing figures. "I offered two thousand source crystals just now, but that person ignored me completely, treating me like I was invisible."

"NPC?"

Mo Fang pushed up glasses that weren't actually on his nose.

"Organized and disciplined."

"And the goal is clear."

"They don't care about money at all, or rather, they already knew that the value of the source crystal was far more than that."

Mo Fang pointed in the direction those people had left.

"Look over there."

Follow the direction of Mo Fang's finger.

Instead of wandering around aimlessly like headless flies, the group advanced in tactical formation along the bunkers on both sides of the street.

Some were even responsible for covering the rear and conducting reconnaissance.

This is not a game.

These are clearly well-trained soldiers.

"The number of beta test qualifications... is probably even greater than we imagined," Mo Fang said in a deep voice. "Yesterday I asked some people through connections, but I didn't get any information. Even the Douyin official told me to just do what I'm supposed to do and not to ask questions I shouldn't ask."

"They also said my job is to promote 'Wasteland Era,' and that as long as the promotion is done well, the traffic will be plentiful."

After thinking for a moment, Mo Fang said seriously, "However, I did get a little inside information from the side."

"The Wasteland Era is not from Douyin, but was officially released by the Chinese government. Douyin is just helping with the promotion."

Su Xiaotu's eyes widened: "No way, why would the official team release a game? That doesn't make sense."

Ye Yu shrugged indifferently: "Whatever, just don't ban my account."

Wang Banxian spat.

"Yeah, whatever, my big sword is itching for a fight."

He's now preoccupied with how to get revenge for what happened yesterday.

And there's that old P who eats alone.

"Where's Old P? Where's that grandson?"

Su Xiaotu pointed to the center of the square.

"There it is, still showing off."

Beside the ruins of the fountain in the center of the square.

Old P was standing on a rock, waving a broken steel bar in his hand, chatting in the live stream with spittle flying everywhere.

The wild fairy tale writer squatted beside him, looking at him with a helpless expression.

"Walk!"

Wang Banxian waved his hand.

"Get him!"