Once upon a time there was a man who seemed to be the embodiment of emptiness.

In the first ten years of his life, he had almost no interest in everything around him, and even when he wrote an essay in school, writing a title like "My Ideal", he didn't know how to write:

The students all have "big" dreams - to become scientists, to become astronauts, to buy Disneyland, to become the richest people in the world......

Only he has no wishes, just like a machine, spending every day plainly.

Even though he grew up with his peers at school, this guy seems to live on an isolated island, has no common topics with his classmates, and is also silent on weekdays, like a lonely wandering spirit.

- He couldn't find something of interest. The situation is even worse than the manipulated puppet.

After all, even a puppet has a clear goal, but he is like a walking corpse, unable to even find the meaning of his existence.

Then one day, he saw the "treehouse" of the primitive tribe of Africa on TV, so he finally had the first dream in his life - to build a treehouse and spend the rest of his life in it alone.

Of course, even this ideal was mercilessly ridiculed by relatives. After all, in this era when most people are crowding into the city, it sounds a little too stupid to go to the wilderness to build a tree house or something. Moreover, even his parents would not allow him to actually live in the woods.

As a result, he lost his ideals again and returned to his previous state of confusion. It wasn't until five years ago that the miraculous "recreational intrabrain imaging technology" appeared.

The guy who has always had no interest in the real world has found his meaning in the virtual world. It is completely different from the heavily polluted industrialized cities, as long as you use the brain imaging equipment, you can enter the real "other world"!

No annoying noises, no haze and acid rain, no weird eyes from other people. In his opinion, the virtual world is much more "pure" than the real world, and if it is not for the need to be bound by the human body, the virtual world is more suitable for habitation.

Then, the man began to try to find "friends" in the virtual world, or even ......

Standing in the middle of the blood-drenched field, the man who was seriously injured reached out and grabbed the young man's wrist with amazing strength:

"That's why the man just found his 'family' and was going to die under the knife of his family. What do you think...... How about the story? ”

"Ahhh......hh

Jane's body twitched wildly, and the scythe in her hand suddenly collapsed, turning into shining shards and dissipating into the air:

"I ...... Also...... Don't want to ......"

A teenager who has served in the Soviet superpower unit since childhood, for the first time experienced the feeling of having "family", but now, he is destroying it all with his own hands.

"I'll never ...... again"

The boy roared and fell to his knees, the "Boss Module" on the back of his neck lit up with a dazzling red light, and Lin Chi grabbed the back of Zhen's neck with his remaining left hand, trying to tear it off with all his might.

When encountering the "Boss Module", the burning pain spreads through the bone armor to the palm of the hand. But even so, Lin Chi didn't let go, he just used all his strength and slammed it-

Click!

A large piece of flesh flew out of the back of the young man's neck, and in the blood in the sky, a square piece of metal flew out, and was thrown to the ground by Lin Chi, and was trampled into pieces!

With the disappearance of the boss module, Zhen's pitch-black eyes turned back to their original green, and the whole person collapsed to the ground weakly, and the wound on his neck was still bleeding.

"Okay......" Lin Chi whispered, spitting out another mouthful of old blood from his mouth.

Then, he fell to the ground with the boy next to him, and he didn't even have the strength to move.

He knew that even though the boss module on Jane had been lifted, they were still in the enclosed area of Pulse Entertainment, and if they didn't leave quickly, it would be terrible when the executioner's "manager" arrived.

However, now Lin Chi doesn't even have the strength to move.

The sharp pain of dozens of wounds on the whole body erupted together, and even if you knew that it was a virtual space, it was completely unbearable. This level of suffering is no longer something that can be solved with "psychological suggestion" alone.

- So, are you going to die here......

Realizing this, Lin Chi didn't say much, just raised his head and looked at the blood field that was collapsing around him, as well as the boundless dark void outside the bloody wall.

……

At the same moment, in Lin Chi's home in the real world, the dancing robot on the sofa had already stood up, turned his head and looked at the game warehouse in the corner of the living room with the camera:

Frankenstein can feel that although his data is still functioning normally, there is a rare trace of emotional "panic" in his consciousness, which usually thinks with absolute rationality.

"You ......"

In the robot's speakers, an electronic sound that could not convey emotions sounded, and Frankenstein raised his little head and stared at the game compartment, waiting for the moment when the hatch opened.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, one minute, two minutes......

As the minutes ticked by, the hatch showed no sign of opening, the living room was deadly silent, and the city streets outside the window lit up with a dim red light.

Another night has come.

The high-speed express trains on the streets speed through closed pipes, most of them self-driving, carrying men and women who have just left work or are about to go to work, speeding through the steel-cast city.

The world is still functioning, not stopping for a moment because of anyone, but ......

"You...... Won't you be coming back......"

The dancing robot hung its head and leaned on the couch as if it had lost its soul.

For some reason, Frankenstein always feels that the man who gave him a "second chance" will never come back.

……

Bang!

Just as the executioner was still looking for a port to leave, a loud explosion suddenly sounded in the space behind him.

The pale-skinned man in the old jacket turned his head in surprise, but saw that the bloody space that had just been created by the little child had begun to collapse!

"Huh?" The executioner made a stunned sound, raised his thin right hand and rubbed his eyes.

Although I still suspect that I was wrong, the space is indeed collapsing. Other words...... The boy who seemed invincible to him had been completely defeated!

"What are you kidding......"

The executioner muttered, pulled out his decapitator axe, Andrea, lowered his body through the dark void, and rushed back towards the crumbling field of blood.