It’s Just a Cultivation Game, So Did I Really Whalefall My Way into Immortality?

Wen Ru, a broke young man who can barely afford his internet café fees, gets kicked out and ends up holed up in a tiny rented room playing mobile games. By chance, he clicks on a cultivation game, and the game company promptly mails him a VR headset and motion-tracking suit. “Wow, the graphics! This immersive feeling is way more thrilling than a battle royale, isn’t it?” “I’m the useless young master of the Luotuo family? And I get my engagement broken off from the start? Couldn’t you come up with something more original?” Wen Ru glares at Lin Qing’er, who looks so haughty and has even taken the initiative to set a three-year duel date with him. He’s furious. He’s only at early Qi Refining, while she’s at late Qi Refining, half a step from Foundation Establishment. How’s he supposed to fight her? Why does playing a game have to make him feel as pathetic as he does in real life? A line of text pops up on the game interface: “Avenge yourself! Show everyone your glory! You don’t have to wait three years. Do it today. Make a first top-up of 10 yuan and raise your cultivation to Foundation Establishment!” “...I’m broke.” “Just borrow some.” “I’ve used up my credit limit.” “Try Huabei.” “Used that up too.” “You can borrow another 21 yuan from Douyin. Go ahead, it’s safe!” “...Fine, fine. You won’t let me off the hook, will you...”