Three years ago, he was a three-time WCG champion in War of the Ten Thousand Clans, standing at the pinnacle of the world.
A car accident left him quadriplegic, with no sensation below the neck.
Three years later, a full-dive neural simulation game, Lords of the Three Kingdoms, gave him a second life.
In the game, he could stand, walk, hold a blade, and feel the wind against his face.
But every two hours, a splitting headache pierced through both worlds, arriving right on schedule.
Every death permanently reduced the efficiency of his brain-computer link.
Yet with every level gained and every bond formed, his body in the real world quietly recovered.
On the frontier of Liangzhou, he took the name Li Shi, courtesy name Zhongzheng.
Starting from a dilapidated fortified manor, he recruited refugees and incorporated surrendered troops.
By chance, he met a down-on-his-luck middle-aged man who claimed his surname was Zhen.
Only later did he discover this was Jia Xu, Jia Wenhe, the Three Kingdoms' foremost strategist of poison.
"There's a strange smell about you. You don't seem like a man of this age."
"I'm not here to be your lord. I'm here to be your way out."
"Since you're willing to enter this dream, then let's be its clear-eyed hosts."
While other players were still vying for supremacy in the Central Plains,
he had already led a hundred or so people in building Guiyi Fort in Liangzhou.
While guilds were busy clearing out rivals and fighting over territory,
a former pro player, paralyzed from the waist down, was using a three-time champion's mind and neural processing speed three times that of an ordinary person
in this game where death came at a cost, step by step advancing toward a position no one had ever anticipated.
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