The World Goes Game-Like, and I Have an Internal-Testers' Chat Group

“Qin Feng, put down the knife! We’re all coworkers. You’re committing murder!”

Faced with the finance manager’s bluster, Qin Feng swung his knife backhanded and silenced the mutated “fat pig” for good.

A global cataclysm has arrived, and humanity has become prey. Qin Feng unexpectedly joins the “Blue Star Closed Beta chat group,” whose members are all future experts who’ve cleared the game.

He knows exactly where to find purple gear and divine medicine, and which traps mean certain death.

A goddess asks him to carry her? Sorry, my ride has room only for supplies.

The richest man begs for help? Your gold bars aren’t worth as much as a single sausage in the apocalypse.

Qin Feng starts a regional livestream, explaining as he fights monsters: “Watch closely, everyone. To get the best drop rate from this mutated monster, stab it under the armpit.”

Viewers: “Streamer, could you act like a person for once? That’s the boss from the neighboring province, and you’re treating it like an XP farm?”