Weird, my gaming life

The moment Lin Yuan's figure landed in the square, it was like an icicle piercing boiling oil; the deathly silence instantly exploded, eliciting a collective gasp of shock.

"Who are you!"

The Far East King's voice suddenly tightened. He stared intently at Lin Yuan, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

He couldn't understand it; this was impossible! The core area was an independent space they had carved out using their bizarre rules and authority, completely isolated from the megacity. How did this kid manage to sneak in?

"How...how did you get in here?!"

Another king roared hoarsely, half of his body already engulfed in black flames, his charred flesh sizzling and a pungent, acrid smell spreading out, making people nauseous.

Lin Yuan didn't respond. His gaze casually swept across the gloomy square, landing on the eight figures on the throne being devoured by black flames. A hint of amusement lingered in his eyes—he was looking at a group of prey who had walked right into his trap.

"A game with the world as its chessboard...?"

Lin Yuan's whisper was soft, yet it pierced the ears of every king like a needle.

"Using the bizarre as bait to lure people from another world, and then using the so-called 'game open beta' to invade the real world. That's an interesting idea."

This information was transmitted back through the Dao Seeds that were formed when the great kings cultivated their techniques.

Even if they arbitrarily altered the Wheel of Fate, the core foundation of the cultivation technique remained completely untouched.

To cultivate martial arts, one must first condense the seed of the Dao—this is an imprint etched into the bones of every martial arts practitioner, an ironclad rule ingrained in their subconscious.

Therefore, when they looked back at Lu Feng's life, this crucial information could not be altered at all, and they could only subconsciously regard the condensation of the Dao Seed as an essential path to cultivation.

When Lin Yuan sensed the presence of these people earlier, he was prepared for a fierce battle. Little did he expect that these fools would treat the trap as a treasure and eagerly deliver themselves to his doorstep.

This is great; he doesn't even need to lift a finger. Apart from the Far East King, the rest of them have become resources he can harvest at any time.

This is the demonic path—those who resemble me live, those who are similar to me die.

This so-called core area is nothing more than the server hub of the entire "game".

Those nine high-ranking kings were just a group of beta testers with some GM privileges.

"Who...who are you?!"

The Far East King was completely panicked, his voice trembling. Not only had their entire plan been seen through, but judging from the situation, even the tricks within their cultivation techniques were planted by him!

This isn't some kind of variable; it's a terrifying force capable of overturning the entire chessboard!

Lin Yuan's gaze finally settled slowly on the King of the Far East.

"Who I am is unimportant." He lifted his foot and walked step by step toward the throne, each step feeling like it was treading on the hearts of everyone present. "What matters is that your game ends here."

"Stop him! Stop him now!"

The Far East King let out a sharp shriek and retreated rapidly, while simultaneously roaring orders at several kings who were still barely able to move.

But those kings were in dire straits, the black flames were devouring their lives and power, and they didn't even have the strength to lift a hand, let alone stop them.

They could only watch helplessly as Lin Yuan strolled leisurely towards the king who was the first to be consumed by flames.

"Ah...save me...please save me..."

The king stretched out a hand that was already charred, his withered fingers trembling as he reached for Lin Yuan, his voice filled with desperate pleading.

Lin Yuan looked down at him, his face expressionless.

He extended a finger and gently touched the other person's forehead.

The next instant, the black flames on the king's body seemed to receive some kind of command, and they frantically surged back, rushing into Lin Yuan's body along his fingertips.

The king, the instant the flames vanished, was completely reduced to ashes, along with the strange rules and authority he possessed, which were all devoured by Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes within his body.

[Source point +50000]

[Analyzing the "Laws of Decay" permission fragment...Analysis successful...]

A surge of pure energy, carrying a massive amount of information, instantly flooded into his consciousness.

This feeling is much purer than devouring those aristocratic patriarchs.

These so-called kings are essentially aggregates of superior laws, the most fertile fruits in this "game world".

"You devil...you're a devil!"

The remaining kings, having witnessed this scene, were completely devastated, terrified out of their wits, their voices trembling.

Their pride and strength were not only useless in front of this person, but instead became nourishment for him!

"Now, it's your turn."

Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and his figure suddenly transformed into a ghostly afterimage, flashing rapidly across the square.

Each flash was accompanied by an extremely shrill scream, and a figure was completely annihilated into ashes.

[Source point +48000]

[Analyzing the fragments of the "Twisted Laws" authority...]

[Source point +52000]

[Analyzing the fragments of the "Law of Silence" authority...]

……

The cold, impersonal system notifications echoed wildly in Lin Yuan's mind.

With each absorption, the aura emanating from him grew deeper and more terrifying.

In just a short while, only the Far East King remained in the square.

Faced with Lin Yuan's surging power, he had no chance to resist whatsoever. Moreover, after devouring the other kings, Lin Yuan had a clear understanding of the background of these beta testers.

These nine kings may seem mysterious and powerful, but in the end, they are just a group of administrators with some authority.

Once they were freed from the protection of his authority, they were nothing more than a bunch of weaklings in front of Lin Yuan.

However, Lin Yuan was never within their control from beginning to end—his power originated from pure martial arts, not from the supernatural.

The Far East King was held by the neck by Lin Yuan with one hand, lifted into the air like a chick, his strength was suppressed, and he could not move even a finger.

"You...you can't kill me!"

The Far East King completely lost his composure, his usual majesty vanishing. Despite their domineering presence and revered status in this world, in reality, they were nothing more than a group of poor losers filled with resentment towards life.

At this moment, Lin Yuan tore through his disguise with absolute power, and the fear deep in his bones completely erupted.

The face hidden beneath the black cloak was already contorted with terror, and the voice trembled uncontrollably: "I'm a beta tester of 'Horror Game'! If you kill me, the GM will never let you get away with it!"

"GM?" A playful smile curved Lin Yuan's lips. "Perfect, I'd like to meet him too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yuan tightened his fingers slightly.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

The Far East King's neck was easily snapped, and his body slumped limply to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful suction force erupted from Lin Yuan's palm, completely devouring the remains of the Far East King, along with his "spatial rules" authority.

Having absorbed the full power of the nine kings, Lin Yuan suddenly felt a strange sense of control over the world.

It's as if, with a mere gesture, one can control the fate of others and determine the trajectory of all living beings.

This feeling gave him an unprecedented sense of wonder, as if he had truly become a god who controlled destiny.

Lin Yuan suppressed the almost obsessive excitement in his heart and finally understood why this group of people dared to rule as kings in this strange world.

He turned his gaze to the Wheel of Fate in the center of the square.

With a thought, the Wheel of Destiny suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and countless images rapidly swirled across its surface.

That was a scene from another world—skyscrapers, bustling traffic, flashing neon lights, a prosperity that drew attention.

Countless young people, wearing all sorts of virtual reality devices, with expressions of excitement or nervousness, are eagerly awaiting the public beta launch of a game called "Thriller Game".

Deep within those images, Lin Yuan saw a blurry figure hidden behind countless lines of code.

That's what's called GM.

A more powerful entity is attempting to use its mysterious powers to use the game world as a springboard to invade reality.

Lin Yuan looked at the figure, slowly stretched out his hand, as if to penetrate the barrier between the two worlds and pull that cowardly fellow out of the ocean of code.

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch the other person...

The entire core area suddenly trembled!

The blood-red moon, hanging high in the sky, began to flicker wildly, its light flashing and dimming, exuding an ominous aura.

A cold, emotionless mechanical voice echoed throughout the space:

[An unknown virus has been detected...]

[Core privileges have been tampered with... Initiating the final cleanup process...]

[The world is restarting... 10, 9, 8...]

The countdown sound, like a death knell, echoed through the space, making people's hearts tighten.

The black rocks beneath their feet crackled and splintered, jagged fissures spreading outwards. Countless lines of code and gibberish surged forth from these cracks like a tidal wave, intertwining into twisted and collapsing chains of laws. The entire space was plummeting toward the brink of destruction.

Lin Yuan's brows furrowed slightly.

The other party was decisive; upon realizing they had been hacked, they immediately chose to format and restart.

Once the reboot is complete, the world he has just taken control of, along with everyone in it, will be completely erased and reduced to nothing.

"Want to restart?"

A cold glint flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes.

He took a step forward, and his figure instantly appeared in front of the blood-red moon.

I disagree.

He stretched out his hand and placed his palm directly on the blood moon.

"boom--!"

A vast and boundless power surged into the blood moon like a tsunami.

The cold countdown came to an abrupt end.

The entire space, on the verge of collapse, seemed to be paused at this moment.

Lin Yuan is single-handedly confronting the world's erasure program!

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Yin-Yang millstone spun wildly, completely merging the rule permissions of the nine kings he had just devoured with his own martial arts power, and began to reverse-analyze and tamper with this world whose underlying code was based on laws.

The world reboot has failed...

[Attempting to regain core privileges...]

The cold, mechanical voice took on a hint of urgency for the first time.

Two worlds, two completely different existences, separated by the barrier of illusion and reality, unfold a silent battle.

Lin Yuan could clearly sense that a vast and cold will was frantically assaulting him, following the underlying rules of the world, trying to completely expel him, the "virus," from the server.

He, on the other hand, was like a nail, firmly fixed at the core of this world, unmoved by the storms, and even continuing to expand his territory.

He closed his eyes, and his divine senses extended infinitely like a tide.

South City, North City, East City, West City... Every inch of land and every person in these nine megacities is clearly presented in his perception.

He saw that in the distant Dragon Kingdom, countless ordinary people were working busily and nervously.

He also found the source of that strange live stream room—a man was sitting in front of a computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard, his eyes full of fanaticism.

A slow smile curved the corners of Lin Yuan's lips.

"From this moment on, this world belongs to me."

He suddenly opened his eyes, and two beams of light, one black and one gold, burst forth from them, dazzling and eye-catching.

"Decree: The rules of the world shall be reshaped!"

As his voice faded, the space of the entire core area stopped collapsing and falling, and instead began to slowly reorganize in a completely new way.

The blood moon, which had originally been terrifying, gradually lost its crimson color and was coated with a faint silver-gray, no longer exuding an eerie aura;

On the dark square, tiny green shoots sprouted from the soil, carrying a touch of vibrant life and quietly spreading.

A completely new set of world rules, entirely under his control, is slowly replacing the old ones.

Meanwhile, in the distant real world, nine players undergoing closed beta testing simultaneously saw a blood-red warning message pop up on their virtual reality screens:

[Server connection interrupted... Game will be disconnected shortly...]

[WARNING! An unknown entity has taken over the game world!]

However, the message came quickly and disappeared even faster, lasting only one second before vanishing completely, and the screen returned to normal.