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The first full-dive, unlimited-flow game, Eighteenth Floor, was completed amid great anticipation.
Shen Man, who was on the verge of being expelled, was lucky enough to become one of the first beta testers.
Following the instructions, she put on the brain-computer interface.
But the first thing she heard when the game started was:
"Players, remember this: if you die in the game, that death will be reflected in reality."
"Three, two, one. The game begins."
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Once the game became reality, bizarre incidents and bloody, violent dangers threatened the players' most basic need: survival.
Some used their wits to outmaneuver the rest, some relied on force to stay alive, and others clung to powerful teammates, pleading, "I'm useless, please carry me!"
Only one person became the top-ranked player by virtue of her mental illness: the big shot named Shen Man.
Ghost: Screaming and wailing, its sharp claws scraped across the wooden door.
That must scare her, right?
Shen Man: My head hurts. I want to crack open my own skull, but I don't have any tools. Maybe I should gouge my eyes out first, shove my fingers in like a machine, and stir everything around. Then I can bend down and let my brains spill out of my eye sockets. That should stop my head from hurting.
Ghost: ...
After the instance ended.
Interviewer: How do you manage to face the threat of ghosts and monsters without so much as batting an eye?
Shen Man: Because I'm mentally ill. Excuse me, I need to go see a doctor.
Shen Man: a bug-level mentally ill player, perfectly equipped to resist a horror game.
While everyone else just wants to survive, she wants to finish the game as quickly as possible so she can use the money to get treatment.
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Note:
1. The entire story is set in a fictional world. The entire story is set in a fictional world. The entire story is set in a fictional world. [Important enough to say three times.]
2. Chapter comments are open.
3. More details to come...
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My next novel will be The First Energy Specialist in the Galaxy.
Blurb:
Wan Feng, a gifted student majoring in energy, slipped off a cliff on a dark and stormy night. When she opened her eyes again, she was a freshman in the Fleet Combat Command program, clutching her military academy acceptance letter and waiting to pay tuition.
When her turn came, she swiped her card.
Declined. No money.
As the saying goes:
You mustn't let the children suffer, and even if you're poor, you mustn't skimp on education.
Wan Feng set out to find a way to raise the money.
The good news:
She discovered a pile of usable energy sources.
The bad news:
They were all the lowest-grade energy cores in the galaxy.
But even a mosquito's worth of meat is still meat.
Wan Feng sold the whole lot, then headed back to the school's admissions office with the money.
And there she saw that the energy department, her favorite, was also accepting students.
Wan Feng clutched her money.
What was she supposed to do now?
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A little scene:
Energy students had always been known for being well-behaved, meticulous, and scholarly. They were the sort who never gave their teachers much to worry about.
Until Wan Feng, an energy student in her spare time, came along.
Wan Feng held a low-grade chip in one hand and high-grade energy in the other.
Ignoring all the theories about energy refining, registration, and allocation, she dumped the whole lot into a pot she had brought to a boil.
The next second...
"Boom!"
The emergence of a new, high-grade energy source was accompanied by the collapse of the school's laboratory building.
The students were eager to give it a try.
The principal counted the school's meager finances and wept in the wind.
The teachers' eyes shone.
And so...
One school building after another exploded, as brilliant as fireworks.
In an interview, the principal smiled through tears: "I'm very grateful for the students' hands-on creativity. They've given me a whole new campus environment."
Theme: Love is more forgiving than hate
I Found a Silly Fox
Endless Summer
Let's Start with Romance
A Lone Boat on the Sea
I’ve Been Waiting for You to Break Up for Ages
After the Top Artist Reincarnated as the Real Heiress Who Was Destined to Be a Sacrifice
A Villainess's Guide to Survival, Not Really
The Empress
I Was Trapped on Sunday
Double Kill (Crime Investigation)
The Interstellar Realm's Number One Energy Master
It feels very strange. I used to feel very irritated when I saw the theme of eating women, but when I switch to work, instead of the traditional narrative, I just want to kill the oppressor. The female believer here wishes that the majority of female groups will be indifferent and selfish, and they will be punished.
I feel like I've also been mentally polluted 💔 Thinking about whether I should cross out the big math questions in the college entrance examination [Heartbroken]
Combined with what the little girl said at the end of the previous chapter, it should be the heroine's ability that affects the little girl, and her potential madness guides the little girl to do cruel things. Of course, I think it's a good idea to do this. If you love him, let him stay in your belly. If there hadn't been the sentence at the end of the previous chapter, I would have thought that the little girl's temperament changed drastically after she became a ghost, which makes sense.
The next book is the ancient Chinese novel "The Empress". If you are interested, you can click and collect it [touch your head] Copywriting: On the day when King Jing launched his army to rebel, it was a good day for singing and dancing in the capital. The news came to Beijing via flying pigeons. The reason is: King Jing raised his troops in the morning, and was beheaded in the afternoon. It was indeed a joke, and there was constant laughter during the banquet. The emperor sent General Chen to Dingzhou to capture the remaining criminals and bring them to Beijing for trial. Three days later, General Chen's head was returned. Inside the box is a letter written by Li Shangjun, the daughter of Prince Jing. : Wash your neck and wait for me.
The author is great, the writing is really good, but I still want to stock up and read again, and urge more updates []
Only a few people died? I thought about it. I must be one of those unlucky ones who died after a brainstorming session [Joker]
"I did tell Shen Man once." This is a big bug for the author~ Same
"Yu Mo squatted at the door and wiped the fool on his shoes. Then he stood up and walked towards Shen Man, who had been standing by the window since he entered the room, and asked, "What are you looking at? ""Catch a big bug for the author~ Fool? It must be sand [covers face and peeks]
The writing style of Dada is very profound, and even the simplest copy can be written to perfection. It is full of irony. Come on, Dada, it's good to watch and please read more [Cat Claw]
I can't think of the reason why the hostess is happy 😩