Weird, my gaming life

Wang Hao's face turned pale and then red, his stomach churning. He thought of the dried-out, wrinkled corpses on the street, and a strong feeling of nausea shot through his throat.

But he understood even more clearly that the man's words were not a threat, but a statement of fact.

In this godforsaken place, these so-called "players" simply don't have the ability to survive those eerie encounters, and there's no mechanism for resurrecting the dead. At least, he hasn't seen any resurrected players yet.

If you want to survive, you have to do what these NPCs say, otherwise you really don't know if dying in this game will lead to your real-life death. This kind of thing has happened before.

Early on, when virtual games were all the rage, a game called Sword Art Online showed all players that virtual games could also kill people, but this death was not physical, but brain death.

This game caused a temporary standstill in the development of virtual reality games until the appearance of the Dream Thieves, which finally resolved the issue of being trapped in virtual reality games.

Because dream thieves can directly enter players' minds on a large scale, awakening players in the game at the level of consciousness.

It's only been a little over an hour since the horror game started, and the virtual network monitor may not even have realized that hundreds of thousands of players are trapped in the game. He must save himself before the virtual network monitor finds them.

"I...I'll go."

Wang Hao gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words.

He turned and walked towards the door without hesitation. Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge.

Green Hair looked at Wang Hao's back, then at the players in the room who were crying and completely terrified, and a struggle flashed across his face.

Finally, he stamped his foot and followed.

The two of them, one in front of the other, pushed open the heavy vermilion door.

The street outside, bathed in the silvery moonlight, appeared even more eerie. The shriveled corpses, like carelessly discarded humanoid trash, lay scattered about, their postures contorted.

A strong, pungent stench of blood and decay hit me.

As soon as Green Hair stepped out the door, he vomited while leaning against the doorframe.

Wang Hao forced himself to endure the nausea and walked to the nearest corpse. It was a young man, his eyes wide open, his face frozen in extreme terror. His body was completely shriveled, like a piece of dried-out, rotten wood.

Wang Hao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then suddenly opened them.

He bent down and grabbed one of the mummified corpse's ankles.

The cold, dry, and rough sensation coming from his fingertips sent a shiver down his spine.

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to begin dragging the light, frail corpse.

After Green Hair finished vomiting, he saw that Wang Hao had already started to take action. His face was pale, and he walked over tremblingly. He grabbed the arm of another corpse, closed his eyes, and dragged it into the martial arts gym.

In the courtyard, the young man who had been practicing his boxing had stopped at some point and was leaning against a wooden dummy, looking at them expressionlessly.

The survivors who were slumped on the ground screamed shrilly when they saw Wang Hao and his companion dragging the dried corpse in.

"Don't bring it over!"

"Get out of my way! What do you think you're doing?!"

The older registered disciple walked out of the side room and gave the group of screaming players a cold look.

"What's all the noise about?"

He pointed to an empty space in the corner of the yard, "Throw it there."

Wang Hao and Green Hair dragged the body to the designated location without saying a word, then walked out the door again to drag the next one.

One trip, two trips...

By the time the thirteenth mummified corpse was dragged into the yard and piled up into a small mountain, Wang Hao was so exhausted he could barely stand up straight. His hands were covered in a nauseating grayish-black powder that had rubbed off the corpses.

But the fear in his heart was gradually suppressed by numbness and exhaustion through repeated labor.

……

Meanwhile, in the core area.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged under the blood moon, his eyes slightly closed.

The entire South City, and even the entire game world of the megacity, was under the influence of his divine sense.

Everything that happened in the martial arts school was as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

He estimated that there were 100,000 players who entered the strange world this time. However, they were not distributed in the same megacity, but were evenly distributed among nine megacity, with each megacity having almost 10,000 players.

In Dongji City, where he lived, the entire southern district had only a little over two thousand people.

Compared to the South City, which was under Lin Yuan's control, the number of player deaths was the lowest, since almost all of their spawn points were in the safe zone.

The reason for encountering the strange phenomenon is that it doesn't need to be cleared away by either the Demon Suppression Division or the residents of the southern city's lower district.

Because the rules of the Smiling Ghost are not difficult to break, as the simplest ghost in the lower city, his rule is to genuinely smile at him when you see him. Otherwise, he will not actively attack passing residents.

You can even quickly escape his vicinity when he's grinning from ear to ear.

It's just that the players, facing this strange situation for the first time, were unaware of this familiar rule, which led to a certain number of deaths, including those who were trampled to death in the panic.

Lin Yuan did not stop them. Although he had some control over the access, he could not directly refuse these players entry.

The game's entry point is still under the control of the GM.

Clearly, the so-called GM has not given up on the idea of ​​invading reality in a bizarre way.

The world Lin Yuan is in is definitely a real world. Even the GM, the mastermind behind it all, can only grant beta testers access to some strange, superior rules to build this game world.

From this, we can deduce that the GM did not have anything like a system that could directly control this world.

The only way to indirectly influence this world is through a powerful artifact like the Disc of Destiny, which is capable of affecting the entire world, by creating a combination of fate and destiny.

So, what is his purpose, or what benefits can he gain from this?

Lin Yuan continued to use his acquired privileges to spy on the activities of players throughout the world.

He saw that in the North City, not far from the South City, thousands of players were being massacred. And those massacring them were not all monsters, but also aristocratic families and ordinary people living in the Lower City.

Thousands of players, like lambs thrown into the arena, not only have to face the omnipresent eeriness, but also the human heart, which is even more terrifying than the eeriness.

The Blackwater Chamber of Commerce in Beicheng is more like a front man for powerful families. It's an organization that brings together people from all walks of life. Compared to the completely segregated social classes in Nancheng District, their Chamber of Commerce operates more discreetly and maintains a more solid control over Beicheng District.

Their members are almost everywhere in the upper, middle and lower parts of the North District. As long as you are a merchant, you can join them. So at this moment, almost everyone in the North District is carrying out an efficient and cruel hunt against the players.

In their eyes, these suddenly appearing players with strange behavior are a godsend, a resource that can make them stronger.

"Hahaha! Look, another idiot!"

A burly man with a menacing face grinned as he plunged a rusty machete into a player's back.

The player looked down in disbelief at the blade piercing his chest, a friendly smile on his face as he tried to communicate with the NPC.

His body quickly became ethereal, turning into specks of light, and finally leaving behind only a white crystal the size of a pigeon egg, emitting a faint glow.

"Originium! Another Originium!"

The burly man greedily picked up the crystal, feeling the pure energy contained within it, a look of intoxication on his face.

He didn't know what the thing was called, but his intuition told him that it could make him stronger.

"Boss, who exactly are these guys? Why do they drop loot after we kill them?" A henchman chimed in, his eyes gleaming.

"Who cares who they are!" The burly man kicked aside the clothes left behind after the corpse disappeared. "The guild leader said these are all fat sheep delivered to our doorstep. The more we kill, the bigger the reward!"

Similar scenes are playing out in every corner of the northern city.

The players were completely taken aback. They thought it was just part of a hardcore game and were still trying to interact with these "NPCs" using various "game tricks," only to be met with cold blades and merciless slaughter.

Their deaths did not leave behind corpses like in the South City; instead, they turned into specks of light and dissipated, leaving behind only Originium stones containing pure energy.

This phenomenon drove everyone in the North District into a frenzy.

A hint of surprise flashed across Lin Yuan's brows.

"Originium..."

Lin Yuan opened his palm, and a white crystal, also emitting a faint light, lay quietly in his hand.

This was something he intercepted from a dead player using spatial magic.

He could clearly sense that the crystal contained extremely pure primordial soul power.

That GM actually digitized the players' souls and used them as "tickets" to enter this world. Once a player dies, their soul essence condenses into these crystals, becoming nourishment for this world.

"I see."

Lin Yuan's eyes turned cold.

GM's goal is clear—to use players' lives to accelerate the "evolution" of this world, or rather, to accelerate the full revival of the strange power.

These Originium stones are highly beneficial to both the supernatural beings and the native inhabitants of this world.

He is using the soul power of countless players to slowly erode the origin of another world.

Lin Yuan quickly looked at the real world through the Wheel of Fate.

All the players who had died in the game woke up without exception. However, they were all briefly confused after waking up. Then, their eyes, which were originally clear black and white, turned completely black for a moment before returning to normal.

However, these players who had returned to normal all had a twisted excitement on their faces. Then Lin Yuan saw them turn on the quantum computers connected to their virtual gaming headsets and start frantically typing something on the keyboard.

Lin Yuan looked closely and saw that one positive review after another was being sent out on the player's computer screen.

"This game is so much fun! It's absolutely realistic and incredibly exciting!"

"Yes! Yes! No other game can evoke such a mix of fear and urgency as a horror game. Highly recommended."

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