A suspenseful battle of wits, infinite flow, not invincible, not a cool novel.
The world began to fall apart on a peaceful afternoon.
At first no one noticed. Until the shadows in the corners of the city began to creep, a crack opened in the suburban sky, and a high-tech train that far exceeded the civilization of the earth fell from the sky and suspended in the air several meters above the ground.
Some people in strange clothes strolled out of the train while chatting and laughing.
They label our planet as a "new area that has not yet opened the server", call our civilization the "background setting", and classify the living people around us as "low-level NPCs".
Killing, to them, is just a "clear picture."
Destruction, to them, is just "mission flow."
Even the horrific tragedies that followed were just "slightly interesting copies" as they said again and again.
From that day on, the world is no longer our world, but is regarded by these players as the "World Game".
