Weird, my gaming life

Wang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared intently at the line of blood-red writing.

With each sentence I read, my heart grew colder.

Death as punishment, soul corruption, and personality alteration.

This shouldn't be a game setting at all; this is... a real death notice!

"What...what do we do?"

Green Hair grabbed Wang Hao's arm, trembling, unable to hide the fear in his voice.

The emotions that had been barely suppressed in the courtyard were completely ignited by these few lines of text.

"Exit! I want to exit!" someone shouted hoarsely, their fingers frantically flailing in the air, trying to find the non-existent "exit" button.

"There's no safe zone at all... What does this mean? Does it mean I could die at any moment?" Another player's voice was filled with despair.

Wang Hao took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. His gaze fell on the line of words: "Methods of Acquiring Power".

"Join the Demon Suppression Division or its affiliated martial arts schools... to learn martial arts." He murmured, a slight tremor in his voice.

This is the only way out.

He looked at the young man in the center of the courtyard, who remained expressionless, seemingly oblivious to the chaos caused by the players.

Suddenly, the young man punched the wooden dummy, and the dull thud silenced everyone for a moment.

"If you keep making noise, get out!"

Wang Hao suddenly turned his head to look at the players who were still crying and screaming, "Did you hear that! Your only way out is right here!"

He pointed to the pile of dried corpses that had just been cleaned up, and then to the entrance of the martial arts school.

"You've all seen what's going on outside! Do you still want to go and get yourself killed?"

His words struck like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart.

Several players exchanged glances, and the struggling light in their eyes gradually hardened.

"That's right...crying won't help, we have to find a way to stay!" A bespectacled man was the first to speak up, staggering to his feet.

"I'll do anything, as long as I can survive!" someone else chimed in.

Inside the martial arts school courtyard, the atmosphere gradually calmed down again.

Although fear still filled everyone's eyes, they dared not cry or make a scene any longer.

Wang Hao looked at them, a thought suddenly occurring to him. He pulled Green Hair aside and walked towards the pile of firewood.

"Burn these first," he said in a low voice.

Green Hair nodded hastily, his face turning pale. Despite his delinquent-like appearance, he was actually quite timid.

Seeing this, the young man from the martial arts school finally withdrew his gaze. He no longer paid attention to these players, whom he considered incredibly fragile. To be honest, if the leader hadn't assigned him to be a newbie NPC guide here, he really wouldn't want to deal with this group of crying and making a fuss.

It's just a simple weirdo! Why are they so scared? What weirdos haven't the residents of the lower city seen?

However, things still needed to be done, he pointed to the depths of the courtyard.

"The lighter for starting a fire is on the table next to me."

After saying that, the young man raised his fist again.

Wang Hao nodded and immediately began to move firewood along with the other players who had stepped forward.

Soon, a fire blazed up in the corner of the yard, engulfing the thirteen mummified corpses.

The corpse turned to ashes, and the stench of decay in the air was diluted by the firelight. But the shadow that weighed on my heart lingered for a long time.

"Alright, everyone come over here now."

The registered disciple suddenly walked out of the side room and scanned the players present.

"From today onwards, you are officially disciples of the martial arts school. Survival depends not on tears, but on your own fists."

He pointed to the water tank: "You fill twenty buckets with water every day, chop fifty bundles of firewood, and clean the entire martial arts school. That's your daily work."

"As for the rules of the martial arts school, I will teach you them slowly."

The players exchanged glances, their faces filled with reluctance. After all, those of them who were addicted to games weren't exactly known for their diligence.

But when they saw the cold eyes of the registered disciple, all their words of rebuttal stuck in their throats.

"Now, let's begin."

The registered disciple ignored the players' silent resistance and went back into the room on his own.

Without hesitation, Wang Hao walked straight to the water tank. He understood that complaining was pointless. Only action could bring a glimmer of hope.

Green Hair followed him and picked up an empty bucket.

"You...you guys are really going to do this?"

A female player looked at them with a pitiful expression.

"Otherwise what?" Wang Hao turned around, his tone calm. "Wait to be drained dry by the monster?"

The female player's lips moved, but she ultimately said nothing more. Instead, she silently followed behind the group. In this situation, she was especially vulnerable as a woman. If she were disliked by the other players, she truly didn't know how she would survive.

……

The core area, beneath the silver moon.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged, his divine sense encompassing the entire southern city. He took in everything that happened inside the martial arts hall.

He witnessed Wang Hao's transformation, and saw the entire process of the players going from fear to numbness, and then to struggling to survive.

[Source point +15000]

The cold, robotic system notification sounded in my mind once again.

After the newly enthroned Demon Suppression Division disciple announced that the group of players had become nominal disciples, he gained more Source Points.

This confirmed his guess: the source point was indeed the primordial destiny of another world.

By reshaping the rules, he is guiding this "luck" to converge on himself.

The feeling was like a giant, swallowing black hole, slowly and continuously absorbing the essence of another world.

Lin Yuan frowned slightly.

Undeniably, he possessed some authority over controlling the players in this world.

But GM's methods are even more effective and terrifying.

He looked towards the real world, where players, constantly waking up in reality, were tirelessly spreading fake "positive reviews" on various forums and social media platforms.

Incendiary statements spread like a virus, infecting ordinary people who had not yet entered the "game".

"A 100% authentic experience, an unprecedented level of immersion!"

"In 'The Thriller Game,' you are a god!"

"Join us and gain extraordinary power!"

These comments, coupled with carefully edited game footage, stirred the hearts of countless thrill-seeking young people.

This viral approach will inevitably give the GM a head start in the next public beta test.

Lin Yuan snorted coldly. "That's quite a scheme."

He turned his gaze to other areas again. Almost everywhere was a hundred times more chaotic and bloody than the South City.

With no means of resistance, the players became the real "easy prey".

The chill in Lin Yuan's eyes intensified.

We can't let that so-called GM run rampant any longer. Although he doesn't have the ability to expand his influence to other areas for the time being, he can't afford to waste his time cleaning up each area one by one.

That method isn't impossible, but it's ultimately a temporary fix. Before he fully expands his martial arts power, even if he destroys all the powerful families in the megacities, he can't stop the players from being killed, waking up in reality, and then being corrupted by the strange forces.

Besides, those aristocratic families were his reserve resources, so killing them now would be a waste.

After all, his cultivation had already reached its limit. Absorbing them would only result in him dying from overeating, and Lin Yuan didn't want to waste his time.

But those idiots left him the Wheel of Fate, such a useful thing, it's time to curb the behavior of these crazy natives in this strange world.

Lin Yuan slowly stretched out his hand, palm facing the Wheel of Fate.

An invisible wave emanated from his fingertips, instantly traversing the spatial barrier and reaching North City, or rather, all the megacities.

North City, Colosseum.

An S-rank Awakened One is grinning maliciously as he brandishes his monstrous weapon, reaping the lives of players.

Suddenly, his body stiffened abruptly, and a deep, distant chime reached his ears.

"Buzz—!"

The strange power within him seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, instantly freezing in place.

"Wha...what's going on?" He stared wide-eyed in horror, finding himself unable to move.

The other awakened individuals and ordinary people around him were also frozen in place, as if a pause button had been pressed.

A cold, emotionless voice suddenly exploded in his mind:

[A large-scale, indiscriminate massacre of the "Chosen Ones" by the "Chaotic Faction" has been detected, severely violating the laws of world balance.]

[Punishment mechanism activated...]

All those who participated in the massacre will be stripped of their power and condemned to eternal damnation.

As soon as he finished speaking, the strange power within the S-rank Awakener receded like a tide, and his body began to wither away at a visible speed, with blood vessels bulging under his skin, emitting painful roars.

The Originium that fell after they were killed also hummed and instantly turned into specks of light, merging into the bodies of the players who had not yet been killed.

"No! My strength!" he cried out in despair, his voice growing weaker and weaker.

In just a few seconds, he turned into a pile of bones and collapsed to the ground.

All others who participated in the massacre were also reduced to ashes.

The entire arena fell silent instantly.

The surviving players stared blankly at the bizarre scene before them.

At the same time, a line of large, blood-red characters flashed into their minds:

[WARNING: This world has activated its Order of Laws; large-scale indiscriminate killing will be considered a violation.]

[Punishment: Deprivation of everything.]

[Congratulations, player! Because the opponent violated the rules of the gods, you have gained 10% of their power. Congratulations, you have become an E-rank Awakener!]

The players, who had been in a daze, snapped back to their senses, and the next moment they felt a chilling energy enter their bodies.

At the same time, information about how to use their awakened, strange powers kept surfacing in their minds.

In the core area, Lin Yuan slowly withdrew his hand.

His gaze deepened, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

Since it's a game world, how can we not let players kill monsters and level up? That's fair now.

As for GM, he believed the other side had no other tricks up their sleeve. However, he decided to hold off for now and wait until he was stronger before actively seeking trouble.

Lin Yuan looked in the direction of the martial arts school.

Wang Hao was struggling to carry bucket after bucket of water, his clothes soaked with sweat, but his eyes grew increasingly determined.

Lin Yuan slowly withdrew his gaze, closed the Wheel of Destiny, and looked up at the silver moon in the sky.

The seed is already growing, but he doesn't know when he will actually arrive in that world, or how the so-called GM behind the scenes will control him. He is becoming more and more expectant.

After all, this cross-world power gave him a glimmer of hope to return home. However, before that, it was time to advance his cultivation to the Yuan Dan realm, since he still had a good master waiting for him in the game world.