Chen Mo, thirty-eight years old, is an ordinary middle-aged man from a second-tier city. I have a stable job, a virtuous wife, and a daughter who is in junior high school. We were living a decent life, not rich, but we were not hungry either. The only pastime is to put on a helmet after ten o'clock every night and enter the game that is said to be "more real than reality" - "New World Online". He is an assassin, not a money-maker, not a liver emperor. He carefully accepts a few assassination missions every day, earns some game currency, and exchanges them for two cigarettes.
Extremely ordinary.
Until that rainy night.
He put his helmet on and could no longer get off the line.
There is no exit button, no customer service response, just a line of cold red text:
"Number of resurrections remaining: 10"
In this trapped game world, if you die once, you lose a life. After ten times of use, it disappears completely.
What's even more desperate is that he saw the picture of the real world.
His wife was wearing the blue dress he gave her and stood on the balcony in a daze. The daughter was lying beside the hospital bed and whispered: "Dad, can you open your eyes and look at me?"
They didn't know that he was still alive. Trapped in a game, desperately trying to get home with only ten chances left.
The awakening system told him: complete the mission, get rewards, become stronger, break through the game barriers, and then you can go back.
But the mission is getting more and more difficult, the enemies are getting stronger and stronger, and teammates are broken into data fragments one by one.
Will ten resurrections be enough for him to reach the end?
When the last teammate gave him the chance of survival, when the system asked him "Are you sure to consume the last resurrection?", When the data crack leading to reality was right in front of you——
What would he choose?
