Weird, my gaming life

The rain poured down, and black rainwater slid down the contours of Wang Hao's resolute face, gathering into a murky stream at his chin.

His step was not merely a simple act of venting.

The innate true energy, carrying terrifying physical kinetic energy, was wildly transmitted along the asphalt road surface soaked by rainwater.

With a crisp "crack," the smooth street seemed to have been riddled with holes by an earth dragon, the asphalt layer crumbled inch by inch, and gravel mixed with mud shot out in all directions like shrapnel.

The two riot control armored vehicles at the forefront were the first to be hit.

The driver felt the car suddenly lurch down, followed by an irresistible force from the chassis. The multi-ton steel behemoth was overturned by this force, its wheels spinning futilely in the air, emitting a screeching sound, before finally crashing into a roadside shop, smashing the roller shutter door to pieces.

"Fire! Don't let him get any closer!"

Hysterical shouts came from inside the command vehicle.

This time, they weren't ordinary SWAT officers, but special operations team members with bizarre tumors growing on their bodies. They lay prone behind cover, the single eye on their shoulder swirling wildly, locking onto the golden figure emanating from the rain, their weapons spitting out even denser tongues of fire.

Bullets tore through the rain, hurtling in with a mournful whistle.

Wang Hao did not retreat, nor did he even dodge.

He simply used the assault rifle he'd found as a fire poker, gripping the barrel with his hand behind his back, his body slightly lowered, and then—

Swing.

There are no fancy sword techniques, no exquisite moves, only pure speed and power.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

The dense clanging of metal created a continuous sound that drowned out the thunder.

To onlookers, it appeared as if a golden fan-shaped barrier had appeared in front of Wang Hao. The specially made bullets mixed with corpse oil were heated red-hot and softened by the high-temperature true energy attached to the barrier the moment they touched it, and were finally knocked away by the rifle.

Just two breaths.

The stock of the rifle in Wang Hao's hand had exploded, and the barrel was twisted into a pretzel.

He casually tossed the scrap metal aside, his gaze piercing through the rain to lock onto the commander who was shouting the loudest.

"Is this what you call a cleansing?"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Wang Hao's lips as he lightly touched the ground with his toes.

Bang!

The water splashed, leaving only a footprint half a foot deep in the spot.

The next instant, he appeared on the roof of the riot control vehicle where the commander was.

"What...?"

The commander looked up in alarm, and through the bulletproof glass, he met a pair of emotionless eyes.

Wang Hao raised his right foot, channeled his inner energy, and stomped down hard.

Boom!

The specially reinforced, explosion-proof roof, designed to withstand rocket-propelled blasts, proved as fragile as a soda can under this single stomp. Amidst the screams of steel twisting and tearing, the roof collapsed with a deafening roar.

The commander and two communications officers inside the vehicle were crushed into a mangled mass of flesh and blood before they could even scream.

"A monster...he's a monster!"

The surrounding operatives finally broke down.

They are used to using strange powers to bully ordinary people, and even when facing low-level martial artists, they can gain the upper hand by relying on their strange characteristics.

But when faced with a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex like Wang Hao, their supposedly bizarre and monstrous nature was like snow meeting the scorching sun.

One of the team members tried to resist, tearing open his shirt to reveal a ghostly mouth on his abdomen, still chewing raw meat. The ghostly mouth suddenly spewed out a plume of black poisonous smoke, attempting to corrode Wang Hao's protective aura.

Wang Hao didn't even look, and slapped him across the face.

Snapped!

The palm strike, formed from innate true energy, dispersed the poisonous smoke and then slapped the team member in the face with undiminished force.

The man's head spun around his neck three and a half times, like a watermelon being smashed by a sledgehammer, before collapsing limply. The demonic mouth on his abdomen let out a piercing scream, then turned to black ash amidst a burnt smell.

"Who else?"

Wang Hao stood on the ruins, letting the rain wash away the bloodstains on his body. He looked around, and wherever his gaze fell, the once arrogant special operations team members all retreated, none daring to meet his eyes.

Just then, the roar of an engine came from the exit of the building's underground parking garage.

boom--!

A modified black SUV, like a mad bull, smashed through the roadside railing and roared out.

In the driver's seat, Old Liu's face was trembling with a muscular expression, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was pressing the accelerator pedal hard.

"Get out of my way, all of you! Get lost if you don't want to die!"

Following the SUV were four or five sedans, which were the convoy of other members of the Zhenwu Alliance.

"President! Get in the car!"

Chen Feng leaned halfway out of the passenger seat, still holding the blood-dripping longsword in his hand, and roared at Wang Hao.

Without hesitation, Wang Hao used the roof of the car for leverage and leaped up, landing steadily on the roof of the SUV like a large bird.

"Let's go! To the East District!"

He crouched down on the roof of the car, holding onto the roof rack with one hand and pointing east with the other.

"Stop them! We absolutely cannot let them get away!"

On a distant high-rise building, a sniper who had been observing the situation finally received a death order.

He lay prone on the edge of the rooftop, the sniper rifle in his hand long and black, with bandages stained with blood wrapped around the barrel.

Instead of a scope, his right eyeball was gouged out and replaced with a pale, dead man's eye that was slowly rotating.

"locking."

The sniper's voice was hoarse, as if there was sand stuck in his throat.

The dead man's eye suddenly contracted, his gaze piercing through the heavy rain, ignoring the high-speed movement of the vehicle, and locking onto Wang Hao on the roof.

"Go to hell."

He pulled the trigger.

boom!

There was no fire, no smoke.

Instead of bullets, the gun spewed out a thin, black bone needle formed from resentment.

The bone needle was silent and incredibly fast, reaching Wang Hao's forehead almost the instant it left his chest.

Wang Hao, who was on guard, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

The chilling feeling of being locked in by death made the hairs on his entire body stand on end.

There's no escaping it.

This thing doesn't lock onto the body, but onto the vital energy, the life force.

At the critical moment, Wang Hao made a crazy move.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, thrusting out two fingers to meet the bone needle.

The innate true energy was compressed wildly, and the fingertips shone with golden light, like two red-hot branding irons.

"Stop!"

Wang Hao let out a low growl.

Ding!

A faint yet sharp and piercing impact sound rang out in the rainy night.

He actually managed to clamp that deadly black bone needle less than an inch from his brow!

The bone needles trembled violently at his fingertips, emitting a series of dizzying howls, trying to break free and burrow into Wang Hao's brain.

"snort."

Wang Hao snorted coldly, and his fingertips erupted with true energy.

laugh--

The bone needle was instantly melted by the high-temperature true energy, turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating.

He turned his head sharply, his gaze like lightning, and looked at the tall building a kilometer away.

Although the faces were obscured by the rain, the terrifying killing intent of being locked on caused the sniper on the rooftop to scream as the dead man's eyeball in his right eye socket exploded with a "pop," leaving it oozing blood.

"Drive! Don't stop!"

Wang Hao patted the roof of the car.

Old Liu floored the accelerator, the SUV roared like a beast, crashed through several police cars trying to stop it, and sped away.

The gunfire behind us gradually subsided, and the flashes of red and blue light were left behind in the depths of the rain.

The convoy sped along the city's overpasses.

Wang Hao remained crouched on the roof of the car, letting the fierce wind and torrential rain lash his face. He didn't go back inside because he knew that the "eye" hanging above his head hadn't closed yet.

Half an hour later.

The convoy drove into an abandoned old industrial area.

This place was once the heavy industrial base of Jiangcheng, but now only vast stretches of rusted factory buildings and overgrown weeds remain. The dim streetlights flicker, casting ghostly shadows onto the massive mechanical wreckage.

"Sizzle—"

Old Liu slammed on the brakes, and the SUV came to a stop in front of a huge red brick warehouse.

The car doors opened, and everyone filed out.

No one speaks.

Everyone silently carried supplies, helped the wounded, and entered the warehouse.

The warehouse was empty except for a few rats that had been startled and squeaked as they scurried into the corner.

Sun Miao pushed up his glasses, took out a few simple lamps from his bag and hung them up; the pale light barely dispelled the darkness.

"Are we safe now?"

Old Liu with the buzz cut plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, still clutching his phone, which was already switched off.

"temporary."

Wang Hao walked into the warehouse and slammed the heavy iron door shut behind him.

The strong smell of rust and engine oil in his mouth eased his tense nerves a little.

He walked to a dusty workbench, leaned against it, and glanced at the crowd.

Originally there were more than a dozen presidents, but now there are only seven or eight left.

Although Wang Hao held off most of the main force along the way, the number of Ghost Masters ultimately outnumbered the number of martial artists by several times.

Unlike martial artists who need to improve their strength step by step, real-world Ghost Masters can mass-produce low-level Ghost Masters if a high-level Ghost Master is willing.

This is the current predicament of martial artists: their numbers are too small, and compared to the entire world of demon tamers, they are like a grain of sand in the ocean.

"Count the number of people." Wang Hao's voice was somewhat low.

"Including the few of us, there are twenty-three people in total." Sun Miao's voice remained calm, but his fingers trembled slightly. "The Zhenwu Alliance... lost half of its members on its very first day of operation."

The warehouse fell into dead silence.

The only sound was the pattering of raindrops hitting the tin roof outside.

Do you regret it?

Wang Hao suddenly spoke up.

Chen Feng was wiping the blood off his sword when he heard this. He paused, looked up, grinned, and revealed a mouthful of bloody teeth.

"Regret my ass. I've never felt this good in my entire life."

He sheathed his sword. "Before, I killed monsters in games to level up and survive. Today, I'm killing those bastards for the sake of this pride."

"That's right."

Old Liu got up from the ground, spat fiercely, and said, "If we back down today and get arrested, that would be worse than death. Even if we die, I'll die on the road of charging forward."

Although the others didn't speak, the expressions in their eyes said it all.

In the real world today, many martial artists are being driven to the brink of despair. Because they are different from ordinary people, they can see and sense the strange phenomena no matter how well they are hidden.

This led them to discover that their once good friends had become strange, their girlfriends of several years had become strange, and even their loving parents had given them a cold look when they came home one day.

The experience of being surrounded by monsters who all target them has driven many martial artists to the brink of collapse, which is why the alliance has set aside all prejudices and gathered offline.

"What do we do next?" Sun Miao looked at Wang Hao. "Although this place is remote, they'll find us sooner or later. That Special Operations Bureau won't let this go."

"Kill them as soon as they come looking for you."

Wang Hao straightened up. Although his internal energy was greatly depleted, the sharpness he had honed between life and death was becoming even more acute.

"However, we need to do two things before they come looking for us."

He held up two fingers.

"First, gather all the independent martial artists in Jiangcheng. Since the authorities have labeled us as thugs, let's show them what we're made of."

Tell all martial arts schools and boxing gyms that if they don't want to be sacrificed to the supernatural, they should come here. The Zhenwu Alliance welcomes all.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

The martial arts scene in Jiangcheng is quite vibrant. Besides the major guilds, there are countless smaller groups and lone wolves. If these people could be united into one force, they would become an extremely terrifying power.

"And the second thing?" Chen Feng asked.

Wang Hao walked to the dilapidated window of the warehouse and looked through the crack at the city center shrouded in dark clouds in the distance.

The single purple eye seemed to have disappeared, but he knew it was a harbinger of a deeper darkness to come.

"The second thing..."

Wang Hao turned around and took out the token representing his status as a Yellow-level captain of the Demon Suppression Division from his pocket.

This token shouldn't have appeared in this world, but on the day he became a Yellow-level Captain of the Demon Suppression Division, the Director personally handed it to him.

Furthermore, it was stated that the Demon Suppression Division would always be their support.

Wang Hao carefully stroked the token in his hand, feeling that this token, which was bound to him, was resonating with some distant being.

"We need to find out exactly who the mastermind behind that 'Special Operations Bureau' is."

"And... there's also the matter of establishing a magic network channel to this world."

……

At the same time.

In the center of Jiangcheng City, on the top floor of a completely enclosed black building.

This is the headquarters of the Jiangcheng branch of the Special Operations Bureau.

The spacious office was dark, with only a large screen on the wall emitting a faint blue light.

On the screen, surveillance footage from the lobby of the Tianhai Building is playing on a loop.

The image freezes on the moment Wang Hao shatters Zhao Li's chest with a single punch.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

A man wearing a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses is holding a glass of red wine and watching the screen with great interest.

He looked very refined, like a university professor.

But if you look closely, you'll find that his shadow, projected onto the wall, actually resembles a menacing octopus.

"What a perfect body."

The man gently swirled his wine glass, his eyes glazed over. "This pure vitality, this domineering masculinity... it would be so beautiful if it could be made into a specimen."

"Chief."

In the darkness, a dark figure silently emerged. "Zhao Li is dead. The entire Third Detachment is wiped out. Those rats have run to the East District."

"So what if he's dead?"

The man called the bureau chief took a sip of red wine without a care in the world. He turned around and looked at the dark figure.

"What interests me more than that is how that guy named Wang Hao managed to ignore a Class B mental attack?"

"According to data analysis, his mental threshold is far beyond that of ordinary people, and... there seems to be a special energy within him protecting his soul," the shadowy figure answered mechanically.

"A special kind of energy... the true essence of martial arts?"

The bureau chief pushed up his glasses, a cold glint flashing across the lenses.

"Interesting. The so-called 'World Dao Fruit' competition hasn't even started yet, and these natives have already evolved something like this on their own."

He put down his wine glass, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the city below that was being swallowed by fear.

"Since they want to play, let's play big with them."

"Pass down the order."

The bureau chief's voice softened, yet it carried a chilling madness.

"Initiate the 'Feeding the Hungry Ghosts' plan."

"Seal off the East District..."

"Since they like to hide in mouse holes, let's put some real 'cats' in there and let them understand who's at the top of the food chain in this new world."

The shadowy figure trembled, seemingly terrified by the command, but still bowed his head and replied, "Yes."

As the shadow disappeared, the bureau chief looked back at Wang Hao's face on the screen.

He stretched out his finger and gently traced it across Wang Hao's neck on the screen.

"Wang Hao... Zhenwu Alliance..."

"I hope you can hold on a little longer and not let this game end too quickly."

Outside the window, the rain was pouring down harder.

Black rainwater washed over every corner of the city, sewage began to back up from the sewers, and a nauseating stench was quietly spreading beneath the city's surface.

In that distant game world, Lin Yuan, who had just broken through to the Void Breaking Realm and embarked on the second half of his journey westward, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He raised his head and looked at the empty sky.

Although they were separated by two worlds, he seemed to sense a familiar, kindred spirit awakening in the player's world.

"It seems we've found a new breakthrough."

Lin Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Let's see who eats whom. It's a good opportunity to test the full power of the Dao Fruit. With his current strength, if he returns to the strange world and becomes a true Supreme Being, his strength should be raised to another level. He should be infinitely close to the Dominator, right?"

Then it seems that those extraterrestrial demons who have glimpsed him can be swallowed up one by one!