The Primordial World Game I Played Was Actually Real?!

Lin Qingxuan receives a mysterious online game called Primordial Origins.

The graphics are pretty good, but the developers must not have been thinking straight. There isn’t even a tutorial.

Who taught them to make games like this? Mythical monsters are everywhere, and they won’t even let players exploit the terrain?

Lin Qingxuan: “No tutorial? Then I’ll just figure things out myself!”

And so the entire Primordial World went off the rails.

Spirit pets, spiritual roots, spirit treasures: hand them all over! I’m collecting everything! Hey, you won’t give them up?! Even better. I’m playing a game, and you NPCs think you can bully me?

Fine, fine. You’re strong, are you? Just wait until I reload my save!

Hey! You’ve got a health bar now, right?

Hongjun is utterly baffled. “Just who is this young man? Why can’t even the Heavenly Dao see through his origins? Could he really be immortal?”

Taiqing: “Why does Daoist Qingxuan always vanish as mysteriously as a dragon?”

Yuanshi: “This guy has no morals. Stay away from him...”

Tongtian: “How can one person have so much nerve!?”

After the two Western sages spend all night settling their accounts...

Zhunti: “Senior brother, I can’t shake the feeling that we’ve been living in someone’s shadow this whole time...”

Jieyin gazes at him reverently. “Don’t say that. I revere the Dao Venerable!”

Nuwa sounds exasperated. “Fellow Daoist, are you stealing things?”

“Wait, I was just playing a game. How did it become real?”