Weird, my gaming life

Suddenly, a torrential downpour began from the gloomy sky.

However, the raindrops were not clear raindrops, but thick, black rain with a rusty, metallic smell.

In the Tianhai Building, Wang Hao stood by the window, his eyes, reflecting the city's neon lights, gradually growing cold.

The street downstairs has been blocked off.

The usual traffic jams were nowhere to be seen; instead, dozens of armored riot control vehicles flashing red and blue lights in the rain and fog.

Blinding beams of searchlight crisscrossed the exterior walls of the building, illuminating the isolated structure in a stark, bone-white light.

"The jammer is on, all signals are cut off."

Sun Miao threw his phone on the table; the expensive screen was now completely black.

He took off his glasses, wiped them vigorously with the hem of his shirt, and when he put them back on, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

"We can't even get through to our backup satellite phone in the south of the city. This time, they're clearly trying to trap us."

"Heh, with the intelligence the Ghost Masters have these days, our whereabouts are impossible to keep secret!"

Chen Feng placed the long sword across his lap, his fingers lightly flicking along the spine of the blade, producing a crisp hum.

"I've been here for a while now, and I already knew this battle was inevitable. The only question was who would fight whom?"

Don't underestimate your enemy.

Old Liu with the buzz cut—the president of the Iron Fist Society—was no longer cracking his walnuts.

His eyes were fixed on the last message he received on his phone.

There were only two words on it:

run.

But the SMS name he saved for his wife was...

Old Liu's cheeks twitched a few times, a sign that his teeth were clenched to their limit.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "President Wang, my wife... I haven't heard from her."

The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly froze.

Those present are all top-tier martial artists in "The Weird Game".

Even the worst of them are top-notch experts; there are at least eight hundred to a thousand strange people who have died at their hands.

If it's a real fight, even if the other side is an official government agency, they dare to cause a huge uproar.

But the harm may not extend to family members.

However, the so-called "Special Operations Bureau" doesn't care about any bottom line at all.

"They are forcing us."

Wang Hao turned around, and outside the floor-to-ceiling window behind him, a bolt of purple lightning silently struck down, instantly illuminating his expressionless face.

"They're forcing us to rebel, or forcing us to die."

"Then let's rebel!"

Old Liu slammed his fist on the solid wood conference table, and the heavy tabletop cracked open with a snap.

"If this damn world continues like this, people will become neither human nor ghost!"

Why do I risk my life in the game? Isn't it so I can come back and protect my wife and kids?

Now look what's happened! All that protecting them has led them into the mouths of those beasts!

"Slap, slap, slap."

A sudden broadcast sounded inside the building without warning.

The sound, distorted by the electric current, sounded exceptionally sharp and piercing, like someone scratching a blackboard with their fingernails.

"Announcement...buzz...Announcement..."

"Inside Tianhai Building... *sizzle*... Attention all personnel..."

"It has now been determined that members of the 'Zhenwu Alliance,' led by Wang Hao, colluded with foreign terrorist forces, spread doomsday rumors, stockpiled controlled knives, and... intended to subvert the government..."

"With the approval of the Special Operations Bureau... effective immediately... a complete closed-loop cleaning will be carried out on the Tianhai Building."

"Repeat... fully enclosed cleaning."

"Kill them without mercy."

The broadcast abruptly stopped, replaced by a loud bang from downstairs.

boom--!

The glass doors on the ground floor of the building were shattered by the explosion.

Immediately afterwards, a barrage of gunfire erupted like popping beans, the distinctive roar of large-caliber automatic rifles, mixed with the dying screams of innocent civilians.

"Cleaning?"

Chen Feng suddenly stood up, a cold smile almost reaching his ears. "What a huge accusation, what ruthless methods. They're trying to wipe out everyone in the entire building."

He looked at Wang Hao.

Everyone looked at Wang Hao.

In this conference room shrouded in darkness and torrential rain, the man known as the "Number One Player" in the game was their last pillar of support.

Wang Hao slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket, took off the coat that had bound him for so long, and casually threw it on the ground.

He loosened his tie, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms.

Beneath that skin, pale golden true energy flowed like a living thing, radiating a heart-palpitating heat wave.

"Since they're being so shameless."

Wang Hao walked to the front door and kicked open the already dilapidated conference room door.

"Then let's fight our way out and show them who the real scourge of this city is."

……

Lobby on the first floor of the building.

This place has become a battlefield.

The once pristine marble floor was now covered with shards of glass and bullet casings.

Dozens of building staff lay silently in pools of blood.

Their bodies were incomplete, some looked as if they had been torn apart by wild animals, and some were shriveled up like dried corpses.

A group of operatives dressed in black special forces uniforms and wearing full-face gas masks were advancing towards the elevator entrance in tactical formation, guns at the ready.

They are not ordinary special police officers.

On each person's shoulder lay a fist-sized, jet-black "tumor".

The tumor had a single eye growing on it, which was turning greedily, providing the host with dynamic vision and reaction speed that ordinary people could not match.

At the very back of the line stood a middle-aged man wearing a dark gray trench coat.

He wasn't wearing a mask, he was leaning on a walking stick, and his face wore a compassionate expression.

But those eyes had no pupils, only two slowly rotating gray vortexes.

Zhao Li, Deputy Director of the Jiangcheng Branch of the Special Operations Bureau.

He is also a B-level Ghost Master who has mastered the "Soul-Stealing Ghost".

"Chief, the elevator is out of service." A member of the operation said through a mask, his voice muffled.

"If you stop, climb the stairs."

Zhao Li tapped the ground lightly with his walking stick. "Remember, what we need is the corpse."

Those who practice martial arts have abundant energy, which is perfect for giving your little ones extra nourishment.

"yes!"

The team members let out excited growls, and the tumors on their shoulders trembled violently.

Just then.

Ding--

A crisp notification sound stood out starkly in the deathly silent hall.

The indicator light on the freight elevator, which had previously shown that it was out of service, suddenly lit up.

The numbers started jumping wildly from the top floor and dropped to the first floor almost in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Li raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Get ready."

Click click click.

Dozens of dark gun barrels instantly locked onto the elevator door. The one-eyed tumors clinging to the shoulders of the team members also stared intently at the opening that was about to open.

boom!

The elevator doors did not open.

It was knocked open.

The two heavy metal doors were blown out of the house like pieces of paper by a terrifying force.

With a whooshing sound, it crashed into the action team's formation in an instant.

"ah--!"

Several team members who couldn't dodge in time were smashed into a bloody pulp by the door panel, and along with the bizarre tumors on their bodies, they became a patch of red and black graffiti on the wall.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a figure slowly emerged.

He was unarmed and wearing only a white shirt, yet he seemed like a ferocious beast that had emerged from the ancient wilderness.

"Fire!"

Zhao Li roared fiercely.

Da da da da da—!

Flames spewed out, and a dense barrage of bullets rained down like a metal storm.

These bullets are specially made, with the bullet heads mixed with corpse oil and bone powder, making them extremely corrosive to both the body and the soul.

However, the figure didn't even try to dodge.

hum!

A layer of pale golden light appeared three inches above Wang Hao's body.

The specially made bullets, powerful enough to pierce steel plates, struck the light shield, producing a series of teeth-grinding friction sounds. Then, as if melted by high temperatures, they turned into puddles of molten iron, which slid down the light shield.

Its innate protective energy makes it impervious to all magical attacks.

"What...what kind of monster is this?!"

One of the operatives screamed in terror as he watched helplessly as he emptied a magazine, while the other man's clothes remained untouched.

"monster?"

Wang Hao took a step forward, leaving a blur in his figure, and instantly appeared in front of the team member.

"Look carefully."

Wang Hao raised his hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and gripped the other person's face.

"This is called martial arts."

puff.

It's like squeezing a watermelon.

The team member's head exploded along with the bizarre tumor.

Without stopping, Wang Hao moved like lightning, rushing into the crowd.

A tiger among sheep.

This is no longer a battle; it's a one-sided massacre.

In the cramped hall, firearms became ineffective. The operatives attempted to attack with daggers, hand-to-hand combat techniques, and even the strange artifacts on their bodies.

But in the face of absolute power and speed, all resistance is futile.

Chen Feng, Lao Liu, and others rushed out after them.

"kill!"

Old Liu had been holding in his anger, and at that moment it finally exploded.

His fists had been honed to be harder than steel; with a single punch, he shattered the sternum of an action team member.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

Chen Feng's longsword transformed into a streak of light, specifically targeting those grotesque tumors. Each thrust was accompanied by a piercing, ghostly scream.

In less than a minute.

There are fewer than ten team members left standing in the hall.

The rest lay on the ground, either dead or groaning in agony.

Zhao Li, standing at the back, could no longer maintain the sorrow on his face.

He looked at Wang Hao, who was like a god of death, and a deep sense of fear flashed in his eyes.

Are these the strongest group of martial artists?

"Okay, very good."

Zhao Li took a deep breath and threw away the walking stick in his hand.

He suddenly ripped open his trench coat, revealing his gaunt chest.

Embedded in his chest was a pale human face. The face had its eyes closed and its expression was one of pain, as if it were having some kind of nightmare.

"I was originally planning to leave you with a complete corpse."

Zhao Li formed a hand seal, and the human face on his chest suddenly opened its eyes.

An extremely cold and eerie wave spread out from him instantly.

"Soul-Stealing Nightmare Descends!"

The lights in the hall dimmed instantly.

All sound disappeared.

Chen Feng's sword-wielding motion suddenly froze, and his eyes began to glaze over.

Old Liu maintained his punching stance, but his face showed an expression of extreme terror, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing.

Except for Wang Hao.

He stood there, his brows slightly furrowed.

He felt a chilling force drilling into his brain, trying to evoke the deepest fears in his heart.

That was the scene of his first death in the game, the helplessness he felt as he watched his teammates being devoured by the monster...

Hallucination?

A cold smile curled at the corner of Wang Hao's lips.

He had experienced countless bizarre hallucinations in the game, which had hardened his mind to the rock.

This level of psychological attack was like a gentle breeze to him.

"Is that all you've got?"

Wang Hao looked at Zhao Li, who was not far away.

Zhao Li was smugly waiting for these martial artists to collapse on their own in their nightmares.

But when he met Wang Hao's clear yet cold eyes, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"You...how are you alright?!"

Zhao Li screamed, "This is a B-level bizarre mental attack! Even a mental master of the same level couldn't easily break free... How could you barbarians be unharmed?!"

"Heh, you actually dare to compare us to you? You're not worthy!"

Wang Hao sneered and exerted force with his feet.

boom!

A large crater was blown open in the marble floor.

He transformed into a golden meteor, tearing through the darkness and the so-called Nightmare Realm.

"No--!"

Zhao Li retreated in fear, trying to recall the strange protective aura.

late.

Wang Hao has arrived.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple, unadorned punch.

To strike straight at the heart of the enemy's stronghold.

This punch condensed all of Wang Hao's innate true energy, and a faint dragon's roar could be heard from the tip of his fist.

Bang!

The human face on Zhao Li's chest let out a shrill scream and exploded on the spot.

Next was Zhao Li's body.

The punch pierced his chest, and the immense force sent his mangled body flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily into the marble wall behind him.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Zhao Li hung on the wall, large gushes of black blood gushing from his mouth. He looked down at the gaping hole in the blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How... is this possible..."

"How could a martial artist... possibly... kill... a god..."

"god?"

Wang Hao withdrew his fist and shook the blood off his hands.

He walked up to Zhao Li, looking at the deputy director who had just been so aloof, his eyes as cold as ice.

"A bunch of parasites who survive by eating human flesh and drinking human blood, do they even deserve to be called gods?"

Wang Hao reached out and grabbed Zhao Li's head.

"In my next life, I hope I can be reborn as a decent person."

Click.

Zhao Li's neck was snapped.

With Zhao Li's death, the chilling atmosphere that had enveloped the hall instantly dissipated. Chen Feng, Lao Liu, and the others snapped back to reality, drenched in sweat as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

"President..."

Chen Feng looked at the corpse on the wall, then at Wang Hao standing in front of it, and swallowed hard. "This is... too intense."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Wang Hao turned around, his gaze passing through the broken door to the rain outside.

There, more red and blue flashes are gathering.

In the distance, the giant purple eye seemed to blink, and more dark shadows were descending from the clouds, like fishhooks dangling at the human world.

"This is just the beginning."

Wang Hao picked up an assault rifle from the ground. Although he didn't need it, it would save him some internal energy.

"Old Liu, take the men to the underground parking garage and drive our car out."

Sun Miao, you're in charge of giving directions. We're going to the old industrial area in the east of the city. The terrain there is complicated, suitable for guerrilla warfare.

"yes!"

The crowd responded in unison, their voices no longer filled with the confusion and fear of before, but instead with a resolute determination to burn their bridges.

"And what about you, Chairman?" Chen Feng asked.

"I?"

Wang Hao walked to the front door, letting the cold black rain soak him.

His innate true energy was circulating to its limit, and his whole body radiated a dazzling golden light in the rain, like a lighthouse burning in the darkness.

"I'll clear the way for you."

"And by the way, tell all the monsters and demons in this city."

Wang Hao took a deep breath, and his voice, amplified by his true energy, boomed like thunder, echoing throughout the entire block.

"The Zhenwu Alliance is here!"

boom!

He took a sudden step, and the water beneath his feet splashed up more than three meters high.

At the end of the street, several armored vehicles that were about to rush over seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall of air and overturned with a loud bang.

Amidst the torrential rain and flames, a desperate counterattack by martial artists officially began.