As a senior player of Jian Wang San, I used to think that having unexpected encounters is a good thing.
Until that night, I found the long-awaited "Rabbit Jianghu", but all my relatives and friends lost contact.
The "strange picture" unfolds, the "I" in the picture is dismembered, and the consciousness is brought into the weird game world.
I don't believe in strange forces and gods, but reality has shaken my worldview.
The world channel stopped at the same time, and the rainy night cycle continued. The familiar copy became dangerous and strange. The NPC that was supposed to be just data looked up at me in the dark and asked with a smile:
"Do you really want to go out?"
Fortunately, my friends and family are still here.
The timid but reliable Beggar Gang, the Sword Sect who calmly breaks up the situation, Tiance who rushes to the front with a smile, Ba Dao who is used to protecting everyone, Cangyun who holds the shield calmly, and Wanhua who tries to explain everything with metaphysics.
Along the way, we escaped, solved puzzles, and looped, trusting each other, breaking through crises, and turning fatal levels into miracles time and time again.
But the further I went, the more I felt something was wrong.
Whose voice is that above your head?
Why is the world getting more and more out of control?
Why do some of the "rules" seem to be made by me?
Why am I the only one who still remembers some people after they disappear?
Why does the world seem to want me to remember something?
Which side is reality?
Who is controlling all this?
What is this world... Exactly?
What are we?
It wasn't until the end that I understood——
This adventure was never a reward.
Purpose: They should never be expendable tools.
