Seven days before the end, he returned from purgatory.
In his previous life, Fengji died in the ruins at the core of the Ark. Leng Feng fell in front of him, his helmet was punctured and blood flowed into his eyes. Su Mu was kneeling on the ground to pack a medical kit when she was stabbed from behind by a knife, with the tip of the knife emerging from her chest. Old K was leaning against the wall, with a big hole in his chest, and the blood had long since drained away. The fat man was pressed under the rubble, with only one hand exposed, and he was holding a blue vase in his hand - it was the first piece of furniture they touched together. He said that when the apocalypse was over, he would put it in his home.
This is a fully immersive brain-computer game - vision, hearing, touch, pain, 100% simulation of reality. When you are killed in the game, you will truly feel the moment when the bullet penetrates your body, you will feel the warmth of the blood flowing out, and you will feel the suffocation before your heart stops.
Seven days later, the moment the server is shut down, all players' neural link devices will be permanently locked. The maps, humans, machines, and materials in the game will all be projected into reality.
Those ridiculed "IQ tax" charms and gun skins will become a second life.
The furniture found in trash cans, toilet tanks, and under beds will give countless people a place to sleep.
Each of those legendary red collections can change your destiny.
There is only one rule: the account must be developed by yourself. Buying an account = genetic conflict = dimensional obliteration.
March 24, midnight.
The rift opens and the era restarts.
This time, it's me who will protect you.
