Lin Fan transmigrated. No peerless martial arts, no max-level stats from the start. The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself transformed into a blocky figure made of pixels, holding a pixel rifle that was worse than a fire poker.
A rousing eight-bit electronic tune, etched into the DNA of gamers around the world, rang in his ears: “Dun-dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun!”
He looked up to see a metallic corridor with a fake 3D sense of depth. An electric barrier sealed the door at the far end. At the other end of the corridor, two muscular hunks with bare chests and red and blue headbands were wielding an “S-bullet” shotgun that fired a storm of red fireballs. They performed midair Thomas flares that defied Newton's laws while blasting away like mad!
Lin Fan looked down at his red uniform, the universal symbol of “cannon fodder,” and wet himself on the spot.
“Holy crap! The Red Falcon Empire's First Base? The guys on the other side are Bill and Lance?!”
“Where's the System? Somebody save me! I'll break if you so much as touch me!”
This is a hilarious Infinite Flow story about someone who stumbles into a classic game world and, through slick moves and absolutely shameless turncoat behavior, manages to eke out a living amid the protagonist's hail of gunfire. Our motto: Villains' lives matter too. If all else fails, I'll defect!
