Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Author: Tong Chuxue

Summary:

Cheng Cheng, a gaming guru, one day loaded an immersive open-world adventure game where he could draw cards to acquire beautiful girls. By increasing his intimacy with the girls, he could share their talent experience.

And so he became completely absorbed, constantly controlling his characters to save their progress, complete side quests, level up, and cooperate with each other on missions...

When he came to his senses, looking at the three god-level characters in front of him, Cheng Cheng finally showed a satisfied smile.

Wait, what do you mean by "this world is real"?

What does it mean that the character is also real?

What do you mean they're right outside the door?

Caw! They've come knocking on my door; they're definitely going to beat me to my knees!

……

Sylvia suddenly realized that she had been blessed by the gods and given the power she had always dreamed of.

He leveled up by fighting monsters, ventured into dungeons, wiped out cult strongholds, and vanquished demons... step by step, he eventually became a hero in the eyes of the world.

But why are you controlling me directly? That's not how it's done in mythology!

……

Alternative titles: "Rebel! Game Characters are Devouring Their Master!", "My Life Isn't Your Game", "Are My Game Wives Real?", "Fate/Grand Order: Immortal Crown"

Embark on a journey

Chapter 1, Gaming Masters

The Kingdom of Konoma.

A rainy night in a deserted village.

Cold rain mixed with mud splashed onto the prison van's bars. Sylvia huddled in a corner, the smell of rust and the stench of earth filling her nostrils. In the center of the deserted village, a newly erected gallows stood in the rain, like a silent giant.

The rope hung down and was looped around the man's neck; the rough hemp rope had dug deep into his flesh.

"Don't kill me! I'm just an ordinary grammar teacher, not a heretic!"

The man begged for mercy. Dozens of cultists, clad in black robes and holding torches, surrounded the gallows. Blood and mercury runes covered the altar. The leader looked at the little boy beside him, also clad in black robes, and asked, "What did he teach you?"

The little boy hesitated for a moment: "He said something about the past being the future, and the general returning, and things like that."

"That's grammar! I taught you grammar!" the man wailed.

"You finally admit it!" the cultist exclaimed with elation. "Rain magic? A water mage at that! Let's see if your rain can extinguish my fire!"

"To offer your filthy life to the supreme primordial demon is the greatest honor of your life!"

"No—! Aaaaaaaah, damn it, aaaaaaah!"

Two believers, carrying torches, walked toward the gallows. The flames licked the grease-soaked wooden platform, and flames shot into the sky.

The sunlight reddened Sylvia's pale face.

The man's screams abruptly ceased as flames rose, and the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh.

Beside the altar, the other children in the prison cart were already huddled together in fear, their low sobs and chattering teeth mingling together. A younger girl finally couldn't bear it any longer, screamed, and fainted. The others buried their heads even deeper, unable to bear the sight of the bloody and cruel scene—

Sylvia was the only exception.

She crouched quietly in the corner, the rain wetting her long, silvery-white hair, strands of which clung to her pale face.

Don't be afraid.

Sylvia de Claire, as the most devout believer of the Church of the Builders, you must not show fear before these blasphemers!

Fear is a sign of weakness and the beginning of abandoning one's faith.

Only by maintaining nobility and courage can one enter the Amber God's Kingdom after death and walk on a road paved with precious gold.

She would remember it all, the faces of these cultists, and the sins they had committed. When she faced the angels who would carry out divine punishment, she would accuse them word for word until the hammer of divine retribution fell, avenging these victims!

Sylvia repeated the vow in her heart over and over again. Raindrops slid down her eyelashes like tears, but she still forced herself to keep her eyes wide open and refused to close them.

This is her, Sylvia de Claire, as a noblewoman and a believer, her last dignity.

The flames gradually died down, leaving only a charred human figure hanging on the gallows, swaying slightly in the wind and rain.

The leader of the cult seemed quite pleased with the sacrifice. He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the children in the prison cart, and selected the next lamb to offer to the demon god.

The gaze finally settled on Sylvia.

“This girl,” he began, a hint of amusement in his voice, “didn’t even cry. She seems to be a staunch heretic. She must be severely punished!”

Another believer came over and peered at Sylvia through the fence: "Bishop, this girl is the daughter of the Claire family. She has been blessed by the heretical pope. It took us a lot of effort to bring her here."

"The Claire family?" The leader's smile deepened. "Very good. My lord will be even more pleased to use noble blood for the next ceremony."

Is it coming?

Sylvia's heart skipped a beat, but she kept her back straight, watching the man approach, his nails digging deep into his palms.

come on.

I will be in heaven, watching you fall into the lake of fire and sulfur.

She took a deep breath, preparing to face her fate. She would hold her head high, staring directly at these sinners until her last breath.

Then, she felt her neck go limp and her head droop uncontrollably.

Sylvia: ? ? ?

what happened?

Why is my body... not obeying my commands?

Body! Do not bow down to evil! Lift yourself up, and die with pride!

However, her body remained motionless, as if this body had never belonged to her.

Sylvia completely broke down.

"Could it be... that I am still a weak person at heart?"

However, immediately afterward, she felt her lips move:

"Where...am I...time traveled?"

Time travel? What is that?

As Sylvia looked on in confusion, her lips continued to move:

"Oh no. I've really turned into a beautiful girl... My group members are going to be so happy."

Sylvia: ? ? ?

What nonsense am I spouting?!

……

Half an hour ago.

Earth, Dongshui City.

Cheng Cheng lit a cigarette, typed on the keyboard with one hand, and engaged in a fierce online debate with someone on the forum:

"What kind of Yu-Gi-Oh! is this? Such an arrogant name! Even 'Yu-Gi-Oh!' wouldn't dare call itself Yu-Gi-Oh!"

"Then why was the TGA Players' Voice Award given to Mingchao this year?"

"Yes, Genshin Impact didn't win the Players' Choice Award at this year's TGA, but it did before! Back then, Astrobot hadn't won Game of the Year yet, so the TGA still holds considerable prestige!"

"so what?"

"So, when 'Yuanshen' won the Nanfu Championship, one championship was better than six!"

"Seriously, buddy, are you a swindler? I could never have come up with that sentence in my entire life. You're practically the ultimate grandmaster of swindling."

Of course it's not about skewers; my passion comes from the bottom of my heart.

Looking at the hundreds of posts on the Baidu Tieba forum on his computer screen, Cheng Cheng couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness at the top.

Then a new reply popped up; it was from an unfamiliar ID, with a mechanical head as the profile picture and an unfamiliar word as the name:

“Demiurge”

The reply was only one sentence: "I feel that 'Ghost God' is not as fun as this."

A web link was attached at the end.

Cheng Cheng was immediately enraged and typed in reply: "Hilarious! What kind of low-quality game dares to try and piggyback on this? How about we compare revenue? How about we calculate the IP value?"

"Even the God of Wealth, Zhongli, said that raw stones, like Bitcoin, will appreciate in value. It's a more reliable way to make money than investing in CS2 cosmetic items. Who do you think you are?"

The other party quickly replied: "Just say you're afraid to play, OP."

Ha, what a low-level provocation. You think I'd fall for it?

"Alright, Dad loves Red Stone the most. I'll come and see if I can sit on this chair in the game."

Reply complete. Click the link.

A new page popped up in the browser, with a pure black background and a white download button in the center. Above the button was a line of small text: "Destiny: Immortal Crown".

There were no game screenshots, no developer information, only a brief description:

"Fate/stay night: Immortal Crown"

"Two worlds intertwined by their tragic fates, a bygone ballad scattered across the universe."

"That song has no beginning and no end, no sound and no trace, it comes from the mouth of no one and goes to the ears of no one; in this story that is written from the end, the starting point is decided by you and me together."

"This game uses virtual reality technology; please use a virtual reality headset to play."

Cheng Cheng frowned. What kind of introduction was this, and what was this "Riddler" title, or the naming convention of "12:3456"? At first glance, it looked like a third-rate developer's anime-style mobile game.

Fortunately, I'm a gaming guru.

However, the fact that the game was loaded using a virtual reality headset suggests that the technology involved must be quite advanced.

Immersive virtual reality headsets are a new thing, supposedly a cutting-edge product jointly developed by Professor Li Wenya of the Human Union Academy of Sciences and the Yinglian Group. They incorporate the latest brain-computer interface and artificial dream technology, and come with a high price tag. Fortunately, Cheng Cheng's family is quite wealthy, so he bought one to play with.