It was supposed to be a casual game, but the Long March dungeon brought tears to everyone's eye

The one-armed man silently squatted down and picked up the black dumpling with his only remaining hand.

Then brush off the snow and put it back in your pocket, close to your skin.

"Fine, don't eat then." The one-armed man sighed, his calm tone unsettling.

"This stuff can save your life when there's nothing left to eat."

Crazy Bro snorted coldly, "Playing tricks? I have to put up with this when I'm playing a game? Believe me or not, I'll complain..."

Before the words were even finished, the once clear sky was instantly swallowed up by dark clouds, and a fierce wind suddenly lashed down from the mountaintop.

[WARNING! Extreme weather "blizzard" has been triggered!]

[Ambient temperature has suddenly increased! Please keep warm! Please keep warm!]

"call--!!!"

Crazy Brother felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into a liquid nitrogen tank, the cold causing him excruciating pain as if his flesh was being cut open.

Even though his VR immersive suit was set to a constant temperature, the neural signals from the game forcibly broke through his psychological defenses.

Crazy Brother's teeth began to chatter uncontrollably, and his limbs instantly became stiff.

"What...what the hell are these parameters?" Madman trembled, hugging his arms tightly. His previous arrogance vanished instantly. "Where's the pain shielding system? Wasn't I setting it to 10%?"

The blood bar in the lower right corner of the retina begins to drop at a visible rate, accompanied by negative status icons indicating hypothermia and frostbite.

"Hurry up! Don't stop!"

The one-armed man roared, his voice shattered by the wind and snow.

He grabbed Kuang Ge's arm and dragged him forward like an iron clamp.

"Get moving! Stop and you die!"

Kuang Ge tried to struggle, but found that he didn't even have the strength to lift his leg.

The "beggars" he had once mocked now seemed like silent monuments, braving the gale-force winds that could blow away cattle and sheep, slowly climbing upwards.

The viewers in the live stream were stunned.

"I came here to see the scenery, but it looks like the streamer is about to die?"

"Is this really a healing game? This is more like a survival game, isn't it?"

"Crazy Bro's face turned pale. Is this game's gameplay really that realistic?"

At that moment, all Kuang Ge could think of was "mmp".

fraud!

That designer named Luo An is a big liar!

This is fucking a cure! This is practically an execution!

"I'm not playing anymore... I want to quit..." Crazy Bro tried to bring up the system menu.

[Warning: Player detected to be in a "dying will" state. Forced exit will deduct credit points and result in being classified as a deserter. Confirm?]

The words "deserter" were written in bright red and were glaringly obvious.

Kuang Ge was a tough guy, and those two words stirred up his rebellious spirit.

"I've never been a deserter in my life!"

"It's just climbing a mountain! I refuse to believe we can't get over it!"

Kuang Ge gritted his teeth, dragging his leaden legs as he staggered forward in the wind and snow.

But the wind and snow are like knives, each one cutting your throat.

The "Iron Will" that Madman had just started was cruelly tortured.

He didn't remember how long he had been walking.

Ten minutes?

Still ten hours?

At the temporal flow rate of neural connections, pain is stretched infinitely.

Kuang Ge's vision began to blur, his lungs felt like they were on fire, and every breath he took was filled with the smell of blood.

His legs had long since lost all feeling, and he was being dragged along by the one-armed man known as "Old Squad Leader".

"Recruit... hang in there..."

The old squad leader's voice grew weaker and weaker, but his hand remained clenched tightly.

The number of people in the team is decreasing.

A young soldier carrying a cooking pot on his back collapsed while walking and never got up again.

No one cried, no one stopped; people simply saluted silently as they passed by, and then continued walking.

Because stopping means dying together.

The live stream chat went from initial teasing and shock to complete silence.

Everyone was stunned by this extremely oppressive silence.

It was a suffocating feeling from the depths of their souls that they had never experienced before.

Finally, we reached the vicinity of the mountaintop, where the wind and snow were at their worst.

Kuang Ge slipped and fell into a deep snow pit.

The intense feeling of weightlessness made him close his eyes in despair.

It’s over.

This game is about to end.

Just then, a thin hand suddenly grabbed his collar.

He is one of the younger NPCs in the party, and everyone calls him "Little Tiger".

He looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with two patches of rosy cheeks on his face.

"Hold on!"

Although Xiao Hu is thin, he is incredibly strong.

He braced his shoulder against the snow slope and forcefully pulled Kuang Ge out of the pit.

But the snow beneath his feet suddenly collapsed due to excessive force.

"Little Tiger!"

The old squad leader let out a heart-wrenching roar, and Kuang Ge watched helplessly as half of Xiao Hu's body sank into the ice crevice.

"No...don't come any closer!" Xiao Hu shouted, stopping the old squad leader and Crazy Brother who were about to rush over.

"This is an ice nest; the top layer is so crispy, it'll fall right off if you try to cross it!"

"Give me the gun!" Crazy Brother shouted urgently, reaching for the old-fashioned rifle on his back.

"It's too late..." Xiao Hu laughed bitterly as his body slid down rapidly.

The ice crevice was bottomless, with a sheer drop below.

Crazy Brother was stunned.

It's just a game, is it really that serious?

"If I let go of him, he can come up, right?" This thought flashed through Crazy Brother's mind.

But that pull had exhausted Xiaohu's strength.

Xiao Hu looked at Kuang Ge, and his eyes, which were originally full of childishness, now held a calmness beyond his years.

"You're new here and haven't fought in a battle yet. In the future... kill a few more enemies for me."

Xiao Hu suddenly released his grip on the icicle, pulled something out of his pocket, and threw it forcefully at Kuang Ge.

It was a dark dumpling warmed by body heat.

It turned out to be the half-piece of barley flour that Kuang Ge had thrown away at the foot of the mountain, which the old squad leader had picked up.

"Here you go! Don't starve!"

The boy's voice abruptly stopped in the wind and snow.

The small, thin figure was instantly swallowed up by the white abyss, without even an echo.

pat.

The black dumpling landed on the snow in front of Kuang Ge, rolled twice, and stopped beside his frostbitten hand.

Crazy Brother stood frozen in place.

He's a hardcore gamer who's played every AAA game imaginable, and the number of NPCs he's killed is enough to circle the entire planet three times over.

He thought he was heartless.

But at this moment, as Crazy Brother looked at that black dumpling, his heart suddenly ached so much that he felt like vomiting.

Is he an idiot?

To save a "useless recruit" like me, risking your life?

"Walk!!!"

With red eyes, the old squad leader grabbed the dazed Kuang Ge and roared.

"Don't let Little Tiger die in vain!"

"Get over this mountain! Get over it!"

Kuang Ge was dragged over the mountaintop like a puppet on a string.

As the wind and snow subsided and the sunlight shone on his face again, he looked back.

The vast snow-capped mountains swallowed everything, leaving nothing behind.

[Instance settlement: Failed]

[Rating: F (You survived, but your soul remained in the snow-capped mountains)]

The screen went black, and Crazy Bro was kicked out of the game.

In the live stream, Kuang Ge took off his VR headset.

His face was covered in tears, and snot bubbles were coming out of his nose; he looked completely disheveled.

The live stream room, which should have been filled with people having fun, was instead filled with crying face emojis.

"Damn it, this is the designer who designed this old man! Is this what you call healing?"

"Waaaaah, Little Tiger! My Little Tiger!"

"Eat that piece of dry ration! You bastard, why aren't you eating it?!"

Crazy Brother wiped his face, his eyes red, and put his helmet back on like a madman.

"I refuse to accept this."

"Again!"

"This time, I absolutely will not let Little Tiger die!"

"Even if it costs me my life, I will bring him out of the snow-capped mountains!"