Weird, my gaming life

Lin Yuan's brows furrowed even more, and he quickly shifted the focus away from the scene.

He saw one dead player after another wake up in the real world, and after a brief period of confusion, their eyes all flashed with the same inhuman fanaticism.

They were like machines implanted with some kind of program, frantically showering this "game" with positive reviews on various online platforms, using the most inflammatory language to encourage more people to join in.

"So that's how it is."

Lin Yuan's eyes turned completely cold.

That GM was actually using the players' souls as a medium to spread a "mental virus" in the real world.

With each death, the player's soul is gradually eroded by a strange force. When this erosion accumulates to a certain extent, the player in reality will completely become a "believer" and "coordinate" planted by the GM in the real world.

Or rather, it has become utterly bizarre.

That's a brilliant move to cut off the enemy's supply lines.

Using real-world players to erode the real-world itself.

Lin Yuan withdrew his divine sense and turned his gaze back to the courtyard of the South City Martial Arts Hall.

Wang Hao and Green Hair had finished cleaning up all the corpses and were slumped in a corner, panting heavily.

They were among the few players in this group who dared to face death head-on and take action.

The others remained huddled in the corner, their eyes vacant, as if all their energy had been drained away.

Lin Yuan's mind stirred.

……

Inside the martial arts school courtyard.

The young man who had been practicing his boxing slowly walked up to Wang Hao and tossed him a porcelain bottle.

"Eat it."

Wang Hao opened the bottle, and a faint medicinal fragrance wafted out. Without hesitation, he poured the pills from the bottle into his mouth and swallowed them directly.

A warm current instantly spread from his abdomen, surging through his limbs and bones.

The exhaustion that was about to fall apart on him subsided at a visible speed, and even his mental lethargy was swept away.

"This..." Wang Hao stared in shock at his hands, feeling the power returning to his body.

"This is a Blood Clotting Pill," the young man said calmly. "It replenishes your qi and blood, and restores your strength. This is what you deserve."

He pointed to the pile of bodies that had been gathered together, "Burn them."

After saying that, he ignored Wang Hao and walked over to the group of players who were still slumped on the ground.

"you."

His voice wasn't loud, but it sent a shiver down the spines of all the players.

"Do you want to live, or do you want to die?"

A female player cried out, her voice trembling with tears, "We want to go home! I want to quit the game! This isn't a game at all!"

"Quit?" The young man gave a mocking smile. "Once you're here, there's no option to leave. From the moment you stepped in, your lives no longer belong to yourselves."

"Either, like them, earn the right to live with your own hands."

He pointed at Wang Hao and Green Hair.

"Either get out of here, go back to the street, and wait to be torn to pieces by the monster."

Of course, the young man was just trying to scare the players. In reality, if they observed carefully, apart from the first strange thing they encountered, they didn't encounter any more strange things while they were shouting. Of course, those who ran out of the safe zone were an exception.

The cold words, like sharp knives, pierced the hearts of every surviving player.

Fear continued to spread. But the instinct for survival began to overcome fear.

A bespectacled man who looked refined struggled to his feet and staggered over to Wang Hao's side.

"I...I'll help you."

Once there's a first one, there's bound to be a second.

One by one, three or four more people stood up.

Wang Hao looked at them and nodded.

"Go over there and find some firewood, and burn all of this..."

……

Seeing this, Lin Yuan couldn't help but smile.

He casually waved his hand, and the Wheel of Destiny in front of him shone brightly.

The screen that was originally displaying the login screen for "Thriller Games" suddenly changed.

New rules, written by him personally, appeared on the board and, with an irresistible force, were simultaneously transmitted to the official website in the real world and directly into the minds of the game players.

[Game Rules Updated]

[1. Death Penalty: Upon death in this world, the player's soul will suffer irreversible damage. Your personality in the real world will undergo certain changes.]

2. Survival Rule: There are no absolutely safe zones in this world. The only way to survive is to gain power.

【3. Methods of acquiring power:】

[Option 1: Join the Demon Suppression Division or its subordinate martial arts schools, and learn martial arts by completing tasks and exchanging contribution points.]

[Option Two: Successfully establish a symbiotic relationship with the supernatural, but this carries significant risks; please use with caution.]

[4. Faction System Now Available:]

[Lawful Alignment: Demon Suppression Division.]

[A chaotic evil faction: aristocratic families and the supernatural.]

5. Friendly reminder: This is a real world. Please put away your cheap curiosity and arrogance, or you will suffer a terrible fate.

……

Looking at the prompt on the official website, a glint of light flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes. In fact, the so-called GM could use the souls of real players to erode the world, and so could he, just in a different way.

As long as players in the real world learn his Dao Heart Technique, they can use it in the real world as well. And if there are many such people, then once a certain number are accumulated, Lin Yuan can truly descend into the real world.

And just now, a few source points suddenly appeared on his game panel. Although there weren't many, they made him feel a slight unease. These source points were not from the strange things suppressed by the disciples of the Demon Suppression Division, but from the players who accepted the missions issued by the martial arts school youth.

Obviously, the more players choose his faction, the more Origin Points he will obtain. At this moment, Lin Yuan finally understood what Origin Points were: the fundamental fortune of a world.

South City, inside the martial arts school courtyard.

Wang Hao, Green Hair, and several other players who were still quite frightened were dragging corpses along listlessly. The nausea had numbed them, replaced by extreme exhaustion.

Just then, a faint yet clear notification sound rang in the minds of every player.

The rules of the world have been updated again...

Everyone stopped abruptly, instinctively checking the information in their minds.

The black characters, with their twisted and eerie patterns, seemed to appear directly on their eyes.

Instantly, everyone's expression changed in different ways, some showing surprise, some fear, and some despair.

Neither of them are much better.