The boy was lying in the hospital bed, and since he knew he had a terminal illness, it was not as earth-shattering as he had imagined.

That is, I cried for several nights and felt that life had no meaning.

He was only eighteen years old, if there was any wish before he died.

That's eighteen-year-old and hasn't flirted with a girl! But even if he catches a girl with leukemia, he can't get on!

It's frustrating, isn't it?

The boy was lying quietly in the hospital bed when he suddenly received a message.

An ad on TV: "The end is about to begin, and the game's playbed is on sale." Enter the home circle. ”

"Great, I'm going to get one too." The boy was very excited.

A few days later, at his strong request, the hospital finally decided to allow him to buy a playbed.

"This is the last time I live! I don't want to spend this last month in a hospital bed! ”

That's what the boy said to the nurses and doctors.

"Doomsday is a game for virtual reality. How I want to do something big, how I want to run, how I want to live like a normal person. ”

"But now I'm lying in a hospital bed, I can't do anything here, it's the last month, I hope there will be no regrets in my life!"

The boy enters the playbed and logs into the game while infusion.

Maybe it's because it grabbed the registration number.

On the first day of the game's launch, he entered the game.

"What kind of name should I choose?"

The boy pondered.

"Why don't you call it Gong Di!"

Respectful and respectful, symbolizing the death of death.

Once he decided on a name, he immediately entered the game.

This world is so good, this world has mountains and rivers, although there are infected people, but every survivor is very united.

Gong Di felt very happy, and it was good to have friends in this lonely world.

"I want to make my name known in this world, and within a month, can I do it?"

Gong Death prepares to create a camp, which costs a lot of money.

With the consent of his parents, he spent thousands of dollars to create a camp.

"This is my last wish." Gong Yan said to his father.

His father agreed, after all, the child was terminally ill, and no amount of money could cure him.

It's better to let him live happily and happily in another game world.

Gong Yan ran to the vice president of the Fifth Chamber of Commerce: "I want to create a camp, and the name is life." ”

After spending all the investment, Gong Di successfully established the camp, which was called Life.

He wanted to live in this world, even if he lived less and less.

- Actually, every one of us has a terminal illness! It's just that the number of days left for each person's terminal illness is different.

Gong Yan said.

"Some people have thousands of days of terminal illness, and some people have tens of thousands of days of terminal illness. And the number of days she has a terminal illness is the remaining month. Less than 30 days. ”

"Actually, it doesn't matter, just think you're old. But after all, there are still a lot of regrets, and before I have time to leave something in this world, I am already old and about to die. ”

Gong Yan suddenly had the mentality of an old man, and he finally felt the relief when the old man was about to leave.

"If there are any regrets, I hope I can make up for them at the Doomsday Bell."

"That's what I'm playing the game of Doomsday!"

Everyone has a different meaning when playing games, and this is his meaning and life.

On this day, Gong Di founded the camp.

He never went offline, he stayed in the camp twenty-four hours a day, he kept doing tasks, he kept cutting down, he was going to fight the infected.

He doesn't want to wake up!

Because he was no longer willing to go back to that real world.

It's good to spend the last 30 days in the last 30 days in a post-apocalyptic world.

If you go back to the real world, you have to face a lot, face surgery, chemotherapy.

So he worked 24 hours a day, non-stop liver.

He made a lot of friends, but the camp never got off the ground.

He wanted to call for people, but he didn't have any money, and he couldn't ask his parents for money.

A few days later, he was taken to the operating room to have an operation.

The operation ended safely.

However, from that time on, his physical strength was no longer as good as before.

He found himself running slower than the others in the middle of the apocalypse.

At the same time, he can't stay too long every day, and you're 18 years old, and he can't keep up with his marksmanship.

In the living camp, a girl named Natural Stay contacted him: "Mayor, our camp is always stolen, I want to quit, our camp doesn't seem to be able to develop." The other major camps are hiring, and we don't have anyone to blow the horn. ”

After leaving the camp, Gong Yan checked the information of his camp.

He was surprised to find that in the entire camp, except for himself, the contributions of everyone else were very low, not half as high as his.

What's more, there aren't many people left in this camp.

In desperation, Gong chose to quit the camp and resigned as mayor.

Then he posted a message on the World Channel.

[Happy Village-Gong Di: My Liver Emperor, Sanwei 14, will be upgraded to a level 4 manor soon. Looking for a potential camp, there are a bit of people who contact me, I haven't found a suitable camp yet. 】

In fact, when he left the camp, many camps had already contacted him.

He read a lot of news.

Sword Swing Kyushu - Kyushu Overlord: "Hello brothers, our camp is in high battle, welcome to join." ”

Tomatoes - the hope of the whole village: "Apply directly!" ”

There are also many small camps that you have never heard of.

"Come on, join us! We're hiring, and we're welcome to join us. ”

Gong Yan looked at this piece of news and suddenly lost interest.

This group of people is not to his liking because they have no ambitions.

From their words, it can be seen that they recruit people as if they were catching a fish with their hands, and whatever fish they catch is what they catch.

They don't have any ambitions for hegemony.

These people are destined to do nothing, and they will soon be eliminated from this game, and the camp they manage will not leave any glorious history in this Qingbei District.

Thinking of this, Gong Yan shook his head helplessly.

"Maxima often has, but Bole does not often have!" Gong Yan sighed silently.

Just when he was about to give up looking.

A message came and it was refreshing for him.

Mr. Yang: "Brother, good evening, I want to know, you are 14 in the third quarter, that is, the top three camps are rushing to accept you today, why didn't you choose them, and you are still looking for a camp with a loudspeaker?" ”

Gong Yan realized that this person's greeting was extraordinary, and he did not directly ask himself if he needed camp.

I didn't call him directly into the camp, I was asking a crucial question.