When "Creation World" became the last spiritual prison of mankind, I hid my former championship ring and returned to the game as a substitute.
My teammates called me "old ghost" and laughed at me for being unable to even perform basic operations - they didn't know that the person who personally disbanded the "WIN" team three years ago was the timid Long Hua now.
Until that day, Claude, the NPC of Luo Xing Village, suddenly grabbed my wrist, and the mechanical electronic sound oozed the warmth of flesh and blood: "You are also looking for the deleted memory, right?"
In the holographic projection, the smile of Mr. Qin, the president of Tianqin Group, has never changed, but on the monitoring screen behind him, countless "Is" are repeating the same death in different servers.
Leng Xuan of Team Streamer pointed his gun at my temple: "Do you think you can hide it? The demise of Team WIN back then was more than just an accident."
The equipment enhancement value in the game began to affect the healing speed of real wounds. The collapse of virtual currency caused the price of bread in the waste city to triple. I finally understood that this game was never about redemption——
It's the gallows.
And I want to drag all the players together to break open this damn cage before the code collapses.
