The torrential rain soaks through his threadbare jacket. Cheng Zimo clutches 300 yuan, the money he earned by running himself ragged to deliver ten takeout orders, enough to save his life. But Zhao Lei stomps his hand into the muddy ditch outside the hospital. “You bottom-feeding trash! It’d be better if your mom died of kidney failure. Want to boost accounts? Lick the mud off my shoes first!” The money is torn into scraps that scatter through the air. His phone smashes against the ground, its screen cracked like a spiderweb.
The next second, his consciousness is struck into the game like a bolt of lightning! Enemy skill trajectories shine a blinding red. Han Xin’s hidden combos feel carved into his brain. He steals the red buff at level one so fast there’s no afterimage. When he dives under the tower at level three, every spear thrust hits the weak point of Zhao Lei’s Daji. A triple-kill notification explodes across the screen, shaking the phone. Blood from his nose drips onto the shattered glass, burning hot.
[Consciousness link activated. Execution precision: 100%!]
Not far away, Su Wan, a top-ranked Sun Bin player, grips her phone so tightly her nails dig into her palms. She rushes over with water, her voice trembling. “Team up with me! I’ll protect you. If anyone accuses you of cheating, I’ll rip their mouth off!”
Cheng Zimo wipes away the blood from his nose and crushes the scraps of money in the mud beneath his foot. His eyes are so fierce they could devour someone. “I need 500,000 yuan for the surgery. I won’t just wring you dry, I’ll make you rich kid my personal ATM!”
