My name is Xia Chuan. I'm a man, and I was unemployed as soon as I graduated from college. I got called a toad on a blind date, and the hundreds of resumes I sent out vanished without a trace. My life was bleak.
I dragged myself home and came across a local job listing: an immersive high-martial-arts game was hiring gold farmers. Duties: follow the instructions to farm gear and earn gold in a designated game. No education or experience required. Monthly salary of six thousand during training, rising to twelve thousand after being hired full-time. Five types of social insurance and housing fund included, with meals and accommodation provided.
Figuring I had nothing to lose, I applied. They hired me after just a physical examination. I signed a thick stack of contracts and received my own virtual reality game pod.
I thought I could just lie down, play games, and make money. But the moment I climbed inside, I realized I'd fallen into hell.
There was no game interface, no beginner's gift pack, and no chance to revive.
Only a cold sentence crashing into my mind: [You have signed a lifelong indenture contract with The Ten Thousand Martial Epochs. Anyone who breaks the contract will have their soul and spirit annihilated.]
Then I became the lowliest servant in a vast manor, where anyone could beat or kill me and my life was worth less than paper. But whatever, it was only a game.
That is, until I discovered my body changing in the real world, and demons began running rampant as the two worlds gradually merged.
I understood then: in this world, only strength is the eternal truth!
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