“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m currently at the edge of the Taklamakan Desert. In the hot-air balloon slowly rising behind me, an 85-year-old man from Huaxia’s Xin Province is about to attempt to break the 39,000-meter skydiving record set by Austrian extreme athlete Felix Baumgartner...”
10,000 meters... 20,000 meters... 40,000 meters...
As the reading on the altimeter strapped to his wrist climbed higher and higher, Ye Shuang began to tremble uncontrollably.
“System, be honest with me. Do I really have to jump out of this plane?”
“Dear Host, yes, you absolutely do!”
“But... I’m scared!”
“Don’t worry. Just close your eyes, then open them, and it’ll all be over!”
“You son of a!”
“Dear Host, swearing is a bad habit. Also, please note that the ejection device is ready. Launching!”
Huh? What device?
Just as Ye Shuang was still reeling, a small hole in the back of his spacesuit went “Bang!” and burst open. The powerful blast sent him flying out of the hot-air balloon and plummeting straight toward Earth!
“Aaaaaah! Fuck! System, you’re dead meat!”
As he hurtled downward, Ye Shuang was filled with regret. Ever since his soul transmigrated into the body of this 85-year-old man and unlocked the “Moderate Gaming System,” everything had gone from ridiculous to utterly absurd!
Other gaming systems helped their Hosts become kings and conquerors. This piece of junk not only restricted how long I could play, but also made me enter triathlons, marathons, and all kinds of nonsense... Is this really something an 85-year-old man should be doing?
