Weird, my gaming life

The real world.

Wang Hao continued to stroke the cold, black token.

"President, this is..." Sun Miao walked over, pushed up his broken glasses, and looked at him with a questioning gaze behind the lenses.

"Our last trump card."

Wang Hao's voice was very soft.

He didn't explain much, because even he himself wasn't sure how to use it. He only remembered that Director Amu had said that in their most desperate moments, they could hold this token tightly and shout out their teacher's real name.

The air inside the warehouse gradually became stagnant.

Sun Miao didn't dwell too much on the mysterious token in Wang Hao's hand, but instead frowned and began to think about the task Wang Hao had assigned him.

Establish the magic network.

As a renowned strategist within the guild, he naturally knew what the Magic Network was.

In the game, it is the neural network connecting all martial artists. It is their private terminal for learning martial arts manuals and exchanging personal points, and it is also the foundation for obtaining intelligence.

This thing is naturally very useful to them right now, because once it is established, their martial arts actions will be kept extremely secret. After all, the authorities have already cooperated with the Ghost Masters, and if they use the real network, they will be exposed no matter what.

Just like this time, even though their gathering was so secretive, it was still discovered by the Special Operations Bureau immediately.

But this is reality. Can they really build their own magic network? You know, the reason why such a magical network can be built in the game is because of that teacher. But in reality, they don't have such a powerful teacher. Otherwise, they wouldn't be forced into this situation now.

Thinking of this, Sun Miao adjusted his glasses.

"President, the physical rules in reality and the game are completely different. How can we build our own magic network?"

Wang Hao turned around and looked at Sun Miao, who looked puzzled, and couldn't help but smile.

"Actually, it's not difficult. The reason we couldn't establish the magic network was because we didn't have a base station with huge radiation, like the teacher. But now it's different. I've entered the Innate Realm, and I actually have the strength to establish the initial base station."

However, my strength is insufficient to cover the entire Jiangcheng, which is why I need you to gather all the martial artists in Jiangcheng so that I can cover them.

"Once we can establish the most basic magic network, we can use top-tier experts as small base stations to radiate outwards and expand. This magic network we build will also become a huge radiation signal tower, providing world coordinates to the Demon Suppression Division of another world, thereby summoning external aid."

"You understand, right, Sun Miao? This is so important to us, to our world. Rather than letting a bunch of man-eating monsters rule us, I would much rather have the Demon Suppression Division, that teacher, rule our world."

At least under that kind of rule, we could still live like human beings.

Upon hearing this, Sun Miao's pupils suddenly contracted. He suddenly seemed to understand a lot, and a cross-world conspiracy began to gradually form in his mind.

He finally understood why the Demon Suppression Division treated them, the players, so well in the game world; compared to the normal members of the Demon Suppression Division, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were favored.

After all, ordinary members of the Demon Suppression Division only have one growth path, while they have two. In addition to the player's own growth path, they also have welfare benefits similar to those of the natives.

And he suddenly understood why martial artists, unlike the Ghost Masters, were not scattered all over the world, but only appeared in Jiangcheng. It was because they were all preparing for this day!

If they are too far apart, how will they complete the final construction of the magic network?

At that moment, Sun Miao felt a chill run down his spine. He realized that all good fortune comes at a price, and that price was their world.

But... can they refuse?

It seems impossible!

"President! I will do everything I can to gather all the martial artists in Jiangcheng here, but the premise is that we must hold out until then. I have just used the dark web to send a virus that gathers martial artists to all the computers in Jiangcheng that have martial artist information. But at the same time, our location has been exposed. I expect this place will soon become a huge meat grinder battlefield."

Sun Miao took a deep breath and replied.

"Yes! I know, so let's fight!"

"Hold on until our other companions arrive. Just a thousand of them, a thousand third-rate experts, and I can use their Dao seeds to build a demonic net. Once the demonic net is complete, it will be time for our counterattack. At that time, we will no longer have to be so humiliated. We will become the true side of justice, sweeping away all demons and monsters. Long live the Demon Suppression Division!"

"Long live the Demon Suppression Division!"

Looking at Wang Hao, who exuded the aura of a leader, Sun Miao couldn't help but feel excited and roared along.

As his voice fell, all the martial artists present stood up.

"Long live the Demon Suppression Division! Humanity will prevail! Warriors will prevail!"

The rousing shouts lingered in the warehouse for a long time. Most of the martial artists who came here were clear-headed warriors who were aware of what would happen to the world next.

Due to the long-term inaction of the authorities, they, as the strongest group of martial artists, have been driven to the point of killing their wives and children by the Ghost Masters. They are not afraid to fight the Ghost Masters one-on-one because they are essentially the ones who can restrain the Ghost Masters.

Unfortunately, the problem is that they have family and friends, and once the Ghost Master discovers them, they never confront them directly.

Instead, they target their families, either by inciting their relatives to poison them or by directly dragging their relatives and friends into the cannibalistic camp.

They've had enough of this repression.

The nights in the old industrial area are colder than in the city; that coldness seems to emanate from the rotting rust and damp soil.

Looking at the gradually calming crowd, Wang Hao's eyes flashed with an unprecedented sharpness. He had grown from a loser who liked playing games to where he is today entirely because he was forced into it.

At first, he also thought about hiding, after all, he wasn't the only capable person in the world, and there were always tall people to hold up the sky if it fell.

But one time, when his parents called him and asked him to return to his hometown for no apparent reason, he had just arrived at the door and saw that his parents' house had changed drastically. He then realized that the thing he had been running away from had finally come to pass.

What surprised him even more was that the towering figure would become him.

This put him under immense pressure, but he had to persevere no matter how much it was, because if he didn't, he would not only lose his parents, but also everything he had now.

"Sun Miao, take a few men and modify the signal tower on the warehouse roof. It doesn't need to be connected to mains power; it can be charged with lightning talismans. Chen Feng, you go and guard that only drainage ditch; it's the only blind spot."

Wang Hao issued his orders extremely quickly. Nourished by his innate true energy, his mind was now as sharp as a high-precision radar.

"Guild Master, will those independent players really come?"

Chen Feng wiped the rain from his face, sheathed his longsword with a crisp clang. A hint of worry lingered in his eyes. In Jiangcheng, a place ruled by fear, who would dare to show their face at this juncture?

"They had no choice."

Wang Hao walked deeper into the warehouse, where three wounded men lay side by side, their pale faces illuminated by the dim light.

"As long as they are in this city, they are prey. Prey gathered together may still be prey, but at least they have fangs."

Wang Hao reached out and placed his fingertips on the Tanzhong acupoint of a wounded soldier, slowly channeling warm, pure Yang energy into it. The wounded soldier's furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and a hoarse sigh escaped his throat.

"Old Liu, take out all the Qi-restoring pills you have on you and distribute them. Before the magic network is established, we'll have to rely on our lives."

Old Liu with the buzz cut didn't say anything, but silently took out a few porcelain bottles from his pocket and placed them on the iron stand with a 'bang'.

Meanwhile, in the darkness of Jiangcheng.

In countless dark basements, rental rooms, and even some dilapidated boxing gyms, martial artists who usually kept to themselves were all staring at the flickering screen in front of them.

A black webpage pop-up window appeared, with only a dark gold broken sword icon in the center.

That was a summons from the 'Zhenwu Alliance'.

[Martial artists of Jiangcheng, if you don't want to be sacrificed to the monsters, immediately head to Warehouse No. 3 of Dahua in the East District. The Zhenwu Alliance awaits your arrival.]

At the bottom of the webpage is a real-time scrolling coordinate system.

In the center of Jiangcheng City, inside that black building.

The bureau chief, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, his slender fingers gently tracing patterns on the glass. With his movement, the rain outside seemed to thicken, the black raindrops twisting into tiny, ghostly faces in mid-air.

"Has the base station been detected?"

The director turned around, his glasses reflecting the flashing red dots on the screen.

"Chief, the other party is using an unknown frequency to spread its signal over a large area. Currently, over 1,200 terminals across the city have responded. Should we intercept it?"

The shadowy figure's voice was slightly hoarse.

"Intercept? Why intercept?"

The director elegantly picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said, "It'll be easier to clean up if these rats are all together. How's the 'Hungry Ghost Feeding' preparation going?"

"Three Class A 'shriveled zombies' have been deployed and are expected to enter the target area in thirty minutes."

Furthermore… the 'Apostles' from the United States have also sent word; they want more martial artists' bodies, since martial artists only appear in Jiangcheng.”

The bureau chief put down his wine glass, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"They've got quite an appetite. Tell them that if they want it, they can come and get it themselves; we have no obligation to work for them."

……

The eastern district is located on the edge of the old industrial area.

Three slender figures were running wildly through the torrential rain. They wore black raincoats, moved nimbly, and their toes barely touched the puddles, creating only tiny ripples.

"Second brother, is the news accurate? The Tianhai Building has been completely wiped out."

A young man was panting heavily, his hands gripping the short stick at his waist.

"Besides there, where else do you have to go? Didn't you notice the strange look in your mother's eyes when you got home last night?"

The middle-aged man, referred to as the second brother, stopped and looked back into the distance.

At the edge of that darkness, a chilling mist was silently spreading. Within the mist, several twisted figures could be vaguely seen, dragging their heavy steps, but the sounds they made were not footsteps, but the cracking of wood.

"What...is that?"

The pupils of all three martial artists contracted simultaneously.

The figure in the mist was shriveled up, reduced to skin and bones, with a sunken chest that held a dark purple heart that was still beating wildly.

"Run! Don't look back!"

The middle-aged man roared and thrust his spear out, sending out a dazzling silver flower.

"when!"

The spear pierced the chest of one of the zombies, producing a deafening clang of metal against metal. A chilling, despairing force rebounded from the spear shaft, causing the man's hand to split open.

"This...this is Rank A?!"

Just when the three were in despair.

A golden sword light, like an angry dragon roaming in the night, instantly tore through the rain curtain.

*Pfft!*

The head of that iron-hard zombie was sliced ​​off in half by this sword.

"What are you standing there for? Waiting to die?"

Chen Feng's figure emerged from the darkness. He gripped his sword in a reverse grip, his white shirt already soaked through, yet it still exuded a subtle sharpness.

"The Zhenwu Alliance is here to guide you. Take your people and let's go!"

"Thank you... thank you so much, senior!"

The middle-aged man, having narrowly escaped death, didn't bother wiping the blood from his face and desperately tried to catch up with Chen Feng, leading his two brothers.

Inside Dahua Warehouse No. 3.

With the arrival of the first batch of independent martial artists, the atmosphere inside the warehouse was finally no longer deathly silent.

Wang Hao stood on the control panel, his gaze already piercing through the warehouse walls.

In his perception, within a radius of three kilometers, dozens, or even hundreds, of streams of qi and blood, some strong and some weak, were converging on this spot.

However, at the same time, that extremely cold and decaying aura completely enveloped the ruins.

"Sun Miao, there's no need to build any more signal towers. It seems those guys from the Special Operations Bureau want to wipe us out in one fell swoop."

"Hahaha, is this heaven helping me?"

Wang Hao couldn't help but laugh as he sensed the growing number of martial artists gathering around him. Although these martial artists were being targeted in various ways, as long as they reached his perception range, it would be considered a success.

Wang Hao suddenly closed his eyes. He looked at the sea of ​​consciousness, where there were countless stars scattered around him, centered on his Dao Seed. The next moment, his spiritual power began to erupt.

He began to connect countless tiny stars, just as he used his slightly larger Dao seed to build a starry sky where giant stars attracted each other.

The next moment he opened his eyes and looked at the black token in his hand.

A glint of madness flashed in his eyes. "So that's how the token is used! It's actually a powerful signal transmitter!"

After speaking, ignoring the puzzled looks from the others around him, he raised the black token in his hand.

"Please welcome the great Supreme Heaven, the Martial Ancestor of the World, the teacher of the Demon Suppression Division... Lin Yuan, to descend upon this world."

hum!

In the very center of the warehouse, the array of steel cables originally used for hoisting heavy objects suddenly stopped swaying.

A vast, ancient aura, imbued with absolute majesty, erupted from the token in Wang Hao's hand.

The originally black rainwater was instantly purified into a transparent color upon contact with this aura.

And in that distant mystical realm.

Lin Yuan looked at the four masters and disciples walking ahead, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Finally... the time has come."

Lin Yuan stretched out his hand and gently pointed at the void.

Meanwhile, the two realms of ghosts that had been dormant in his mind for a long time suddenly trembled violently and emitted a mechanical sound.

"Coordinates established, world location successfully generated, travel begins."

boom--!

In the real world, in the eastern district of Jiangcheng.

A thick, dark golden beam of light shot straight into the sky from the top of Dahua Warehouse No. 3.

The dark clouds that had been hanging over the city were instantly pierced by the beam of light, leaving a huge hole. The long-lost starlight, though faint, truly shone upon this cursed land.

The warriors inside the warehouse simultaneously felt a soft sound in their minds.

[The magic network is loading... Current progress 1%...]

[Residual elements of local laws detected... Forced adaptation to martial arts circuit...]

[Zhenwu Division member, identity verification successful.]

"This...this is a system in the game?!"

Chen Feng cried out in surprise. He looked at the virtual interface that appeared in front of him, and the familiarity made him almost cry.

"No, this is not the system."

Wang Hao opened his eyes, which had now turned into a pure dark gold.

"This is our hope."

Before he could finish speaking, the heavy iron door of the warehouse suddenly creaked open with a piercing, mournful sound.

Three shriveled, A-grade zombies, dragging twisted shadows, had appeared in the shadows of the door crack.

Their dark purple hearts were pounding wildly, emitting a frequency that could stop a person's heart from beating.

"Chen Feng, Lao Liu."

Wang Hao leaped down from the platform, his right hand clenched loosely.

Under the convergence of the golden light of the magic net, a semi-transparent scimitar radiating terrifying blood energy slowly took shape in his hand. His most handy weapon could finally be summoned from the game world.

With this Xuan-level treasure, these A-level zombies in front of him are practically delivered to him.

"Hold the gate. Kill them one by one if they come."

"kill!"

Old Liu roared, and his iron fists were instantly enveloped in golden energy, while a familiar weapon appeared on his fists.

The carnage at Warehouse No. 3 officially began at this moment.

Meanwhile, inside the black building in the center of Jiangcheng City, the Special Operations Bureau's wine glass shattered with a "crack".

He stared in horror at the golden light that pierced the heavens and the earth outside the window.

"This is impossible... How could the power of that dimension bypass the 'Lord's' blockade and descend directly?!"

The dark figure knelt on one knee, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Chief... the 'shriveled zombies' on the perimeter... have instantly lost contact. They... have been wiped out."

The bureau chief stared intently at the golden light, his elegance completely crumbling, replaced by a hysterical frenzy.

"Activate 'Night Parade of Ten Thousand Ghosts'! Notify the United States, the Great Eagle, and the Feathered Country to have their Ghost Master Associations bring their strongest forces, or we're all finished after today!"