Thirty seconds before the server opened to everyone, Shen Du dropped dead.
He opened his eyes at Wangxiang Terrace. A System notification appeared: “Welcome to Server Zero: The Underworld. You are currently the only player online.”
While everyone else was still in the newbie village chopping chickens, he stole an oar from the ferry at the River of Forgetfulness.
When the Judge tried to delete his account, he produced a list of loopholes in the Book of Life and Death.
Before the Eastern Emperor Bell even spawned, he had already swiped its hammer from Heaven’s inventory.
Later, eight billion players logged on, and the mythological servers of various countries collided with the Chinese server.
A Norse god of war came looking for a fight, hammer in hand, only to see Zhong Kui, Meng Po, and half of Xing Tian standing behind Shen Du.
“Who are you?”
Shen Du smiled. “A beta tester who died too soon.”
Thirty days later, the countdown to launch would hit zero. Before then, he planned to pocket all seven divine artifacts, one by one.
Brain storage