Fight Your Way Out of the Virtual World

Which version of myself is the real me? Xin Kong kept asking himself.

At last, he finally understood: a dream is just a dream, nothing more. The boy chasing his dream was the real him.

He condensed every truth into science-fiction weapons, proving it all through bloodshed.

Let life bloom like a flower of blood in the wasteland, proving the meaning of everything real and fulfilling every beautiful wish.

Evolve, my humble life. In the end, I will become a giant of the soul!