We’re Not Playing the Same Game

In the year 2000, at the dawn of the new century, the entire planet Mistar was transformed into a game world.

Skyscrapers vanished in an instant, replaced by withered grass, wasteland, countless dark creatures, and corpses.

No matter who they had been before, all players now found themselves on the same starting line. Each received a hemp outfit, 100 copper coins, a thatched hut, and three plots of land.

The players had no time to complain. The three-day beginner protection period was already in effect. Want to survive?

Then work hard to beat the game.

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There were also lush greenery, countless birds and beasts, and magnificent mansions with ornate beams and painted rafters, but those belonged to the NPCs.

Outside the Prince Rui’s residence, Yan Lan knocked on the vermilion gate. An NPC who looked like a steward immediately ushered her inside. She went straight to the main hall, curtsied to the NPC Prince Rui, then hurried to his side and got straight to the point. “Father, I need some bluestone. Do we have any in stock?”

Prince Rui stroked his beard and smiled. “You’ve been busy with this all these days, haven’t you? Why bother asking me about such a small thing? If you want it, take it all.”

Yan Lan, both NPC and player, smiled with delight. “Then thank you, Father!”

The players watching were dumbfounded.

Were they really playing the same game?

Yan Lan: No!