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

"If I dare to take risks, I might actually make a fortune."

Wang Dameng muttered to himself, then suddenly looked up, his gaze sweeping over his brothers in the room.

Wu Yongnian was mending a sock with a hole in it, Su Weicai was picking his toes, Mi Weimao was staring blankly at a video of a beautiful woman on his phone, and Cao Yan and Shi Boda were arguing about who was stronger.

With Ji Hongshuo and Fu Gen included, there are exactly nine people.

Including him, there are ten.

"Hey guys, stop what you're doing."

Wang Dameng raised his voice, and his deep baritone voice made the corrugated iron wall vibrate.

"I have a job here."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him.

Wu Yongnian put down his smelly socks: "What kind of work is this? There are still construction sites operating in this awful weather?"

"It's not a construction site."

Wang Dameng stood up, nearly hitting his head on the upper bunk bed.

"It's a game."

"Tch~"

Su Weijie rolled over, turning his back to everyone: "Brother Meng, I'm forty years old. I've long lost interest in that stuff. Besides, can playing with that stuff put food on the table?"

"able!"

Wang Dameng answered decisively.

He held up his phone and showed the private message to everyone.

"That actually works!"

"Because this game is Wasteland Era!"

The room fell silent again.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

They don't understand high technology, but they believe in Wang Dameng.

Over the past few years, Wang Dameng has traveled all over the country, always taking the lead in everything from demanding back wages to finding jobs.

Although this man has a fiery temper, he has never betrayed his brothers.

"Brother Meng, are you confident?"

Lin Xingde jumped down from the upper bunk and stepped barefoot onto the cement floor.

"I'm not sure."

Wang Dameng spoke the truth.

"But the rain is still going to fall, and we're broke. Instead of lying here like corpses, we might as well go in and take a look. It's free anyway, and if it's fake, we can just walk out. We won't lose anything."

Fu Gen, an honest and unassuming man, asked in a low voice, "What if it's true?"

Wang Dameng dragged a case of unopened beer from under the bed; it was their last remaining stock.

"Bang!"

He opened a bottle with one hand, and foam overflowed, flowing down the back of his calloused hand.

"If it's true, all of us brothers will be set for life."

He tilted his head back and took a big gulp, then wiped his mouth.

"Will you do it or not?"

Wu Yongnian was the first to stand up, grab a beer bottle, and take a big gulp.

"Damn it! I'm just killing time anyway."

Count me in!

"I'm going too!"

A few minutes later.

A group of special police officers personally delivered ten gaming helmets, and everyone was stunned by the sight.

I have even more confidence in Wang Dameng's suggestion now.

"Is everything ready?"

Wang Dameng took a deep breath.

"Enter!"

Ten people put on the game helmets at the same time.

......

......

dizziness.

A strong feeling of weightlessness.

Wang Dameng felt like he had been stuffed into a washing machine, his internal organs were being churned up.

Then came the fall.

"Bang!"

The feeling of solid ground beneath your feet is palpable.

Wang Dameng staggered a couple of steps before regaining his balance.

What met the eye was a dim, yellowish light.

The strong wind whipped up sand and gravel, stinging my face.

They were unlucky; they arrived just in time for a sandstorm.

"This really is just a game, damn it! Why does it feel so real?" Su Weijie said, spitting out a mouthful of sand.

The stinging sensation was so real; you could even feel the sand getting into your collar and rubbing against your rough skin.

He instinctively raised his hand to shield himself from the wind and sand.

"Cough cough cough..."

A violent coughing sound came from the side.

It was Wu Yongnian.

The old man was lying on the ground, dry heaving, clearly still recovering from the aftereffects of the teleportation.

"Where...where am I?"

Su Weicai looked around in horror.

The dilapidated walls and rusty metal frames were surrounded by a huge, dark shadow that could be faintly seen in the distance.

It looks like a general store.

"Run! Run towards that dark figure!"

Wang Da roared and instantly swallowed half a pound of sand.

The wind was too strong.

It feels like sandpaper scraping your face.

Ten grown men, supporting each other, stumbled and rushed toward the general store.

Wang Dameng kicked open the glass door and tumbled inside.

"Clang!"

The door closed behind him, and the sound of wind and sand disappeared instantly.

The ten people finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought I was going to die," Spodda said sullenly after spitting out a mouthful of sand.

"Brother Meng, what's going on? Is this really a game?"

Wang Dameng didn't speak, but looked around.

The room was dimly lit, and the air was filled with a musty smell.

There was a young man at the grocery store.

Black hair, black clothes, holding a rag in his hand, carefully wiping a can.

Hearing the noise, the young man stopped what he was doing and looked up.

Oh?

Newcomer.

Lin Mo smiled and said, "Welcome to Wasteland Era."

Lin Mo put down the canned food jar, waved his hand, and a light blue panel appeared in front of each of the ten people, including Wang Dameng.

"I'm the store manager here. Once you sign this contract, you'll be official employees here."

No nonsense.

There is no tutorial.

They went straight to signing the contract.

Wang Dameng wiped the dust off his face, then raised his hand and pressed it onto the panel in front of him.

Others followed suit.

As long as they can make money, they'd sign anything, from indentures to the Book of Life and Death of the King of Hell.

The next second, the panels in front of the ten people changed.

[Mission Released: The Oath of Allegiance]

Objective: Kill one zombie and take its body back to the general store for recycling.

[Requirement: The more complete the corpse, the higher the reward.]

[Note: This task is quite difficult for novice players; it is recommended to go in a team.]

A mechanical voice echoed in my mind.

Wang Dameng paused for a moment, then grinned.

Really.

This game is real.

There is absolutely no exaggeration or hype online.

This game is just like the real world.

Lin Mo put away the contract and nodded in satisfaction.

He glanced at the dim yellow sky outside the window: "The wind and sand are strong outside, and the visibility is less than five meters. Going out now is no different from courting death."

"My suggestion is for everyone to rest in the shop for a while and wait for the sandstorm to subside before going out."

This is a well-intentioned act.

It is also the safest option.

Wang Dameng shook his head.

He turned around and looked at his nine brothers behind him, who were dressed in rags and looked pale and sickly.

"Thanks, manager."

Wang Dameng shook his head: "But forget it. I've been lying in bed for several days already. If I stay in bed any longer, I'll get livid spots all over my body."

Lin Xingde chimed in, spitting as he spoke: "Exactly! We construction workers, what hardships haven't we endured? This little bit of sandstorm is nothing!"

Wang Dameng pushed open the glass door, and the strong wind rushed in again, making his clothes flutter loudly.

Now that we've confirmed this is just a game, there's nothing to be afraid of.

He turned around, grinned at Lin Mo, revealing a set of teeth stained yellow by smoke.

"The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish!"

"Let's go! Time to get to work!"

The group chuckled and charged headlong into the swirling yellow sand.