The Miracle Game Invades: Who Will Rule?

The apocalypse arrives. While everyone else runs around in a panic, Wang Chuan pulls his phone from his pocket. No signal, no internet, just an image on the screen of the Demon Lord Phineas lying dead.

Twenty years of gaming experience, all poured into this one boss.

Was it worth it?

After killing the first spider, he awakens two talents.

The moment he gains a mythical-grade spatial ability, he knows: it was worth it.

Supplies? He clears out every military surplus store on the block.

Equipment? He forges it himself: a full set of +5 refined-steel scale armor.

Teammates? A tough guy with one arm, a chatterbox sharpshooter, a physics teacher, a data-analysis fanatic... ten core members and four hundred squads.

Enemies? Zhao Dezhu brings a thousand men to his gates. Wang Chuan opens the city doors, and three hundred fighters meet them head-on.

“What if they beg for mercy?” “Kill them.”

“What if they run?” “Kill them.”

It’s not that he’s cold-blooded. The apocalypse has taught him one thing: showing mercy to wolves is cruelty to your teammates.

Build a city, develop it, loot gear, kill bosses above your level.

While other people’s bases are still scavenging in leather armor, Ironwall City is already self-sufficient, with warehouses full of food and its people armed to the teeth.

Zhao Dezhu flees. Within a hundred kilometers, Ironwall City is the largest of more than forty bases.

Standing atop the city wall and looking down at the city he built, Wang Chuan remembers the boss lying dead on his phone screen.

“Games invading reality? Then I’m the oldest player in this world.”

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