Friday, January 1, 2023. 7:15 a.m.

Drip.. Didi. The piercing bell pierced into the ears of Zhencheng, who was still asleep. Listening to this noisy voice, Makomi's slightly emaciated face showed extreme reluctance and sleepiness. He lazily got out of bed, turned off the nasty alarm, put on his pajamas, and began to wash up with sleepy eyes. He squeezed the toothpaste evenly onto the toothbrush and slid it into his dry mouth. On the way to brush his teeth, he looked in the mirror. In the mirror, his eyes were dull, and his face was pale without a trace of blood. Jet-black hair was also messy around his head. His whole face now resembled that of a drunkard who had been hungover for several nights in a row, haggard and weak. Zhen Cheng picked up a handful of water and splashed it on his face, and the biting cold made him feel excited.

Zhencheng, 20 years old, unemployed, unmarried. Three months ago, I took a leave of absence from university and stayed at home until now. He has not been out of the rental house for at least 100 days. In the past 100 days, he has nothing to do with the future except playing games and reading novels. Although technology and transportation can fully support a person's life at home, his wallet can no longer support it.

After washing up, Masei turned off the faucet and walked reflexively to the living room. He leaned back lazily in his chair and looked up at the diamond-shaped chandelier on the ceiling in a daze. Gradually, his gaze shifted to the only photograph hanging on the wall. In the photo, a black-haired teenager stands proudly on the podium under the gaze of all eyes, holding a dazzling trophy in his hand. The young man's facial features are three-dimensional, his face is delicate, his figure is straight, and his posture is heroic. He faced the countless cameras in the audience, without a trace of resistance, and responded to them with a handsome smile.

Squeak, squeak, really screwed up the old chair to face the photo, staring intently at the image in the photo, falling into endless memories. The black-haired boy in the photo is the young Shinseong, who was 17 years old that year, and has an extremely talented talent in equestrian and shooting fields, and has won many honorary awards. The sunny and charming smile hanging from the young man's young face now contrasted sharply with the sad face of Makoto.

I don't know if it was stimulated by the glory of the past, the corners of Zhencheng's eyes twitched, as if he had had enough of this muddy life. I want to run as much as I want! I want to breathe fresh air! Masei got up abruptly and walked towards the door, trying to get out. However, the moment the door opened, looking at the long and narrow corridor leading straight to the elevator shaft, a strong sense of dizziness inexplicably hit Makoto's brain, and then the sky swirled. Zhen Cheng stubbornly held the door frame and insisted on moving out step by step, but the further outward, the feeling of dizziness increased exponentially. In the midst of this intense sense of vertigo, the structure of the corridor was also distorted in the illusory vision.

Damn, it's like that again! Zhencheng scolded himself in his heart, staggered back to the house, and sat back on the original chair with a weak body and began to close his eyes to recuperate, and after a while, the dizziness began to slowly subside. True, he did not become decadent for no reason, but had a strange disease, and as soon as he went out, he felt lightheaded, weak in his limbs and accompanied by intense dizziness. He couldn't do anything about it. Zhencheng slapped his head weakly, which had not yet recovered from his dizziness. He had already visited all the hospitals in the city, but all the hospitals had the same answer, please transfer to a psychiatric department. The psychiatrist prescribed him a lot of tranquilizers, which had no effect on him, and then referred him to a psychiatrist. However, the psychiatrist did not find any psychological obstacles in him, on the contrary, his psychology was not fragile but very strong. Zhencheng shook a big circle, and the money was not spent, and in the end, he didn't get any effective relief. Eventually, he gave up and dropped out of school and returned home.

Zhencheng grew up in a foster family, and after adopting him, the adoptive parents who had never had children suddenly became pregnant with a child, and they must have their own children who are not willing to pay too much attention to this adopted son, and poor little Zhencheng has become a burden. But for the sake of face and reason, his adoptive parents promised to raise him until he was 18 years old. So in the year that Maseung went to college, he broke with his previous foster family, and has been living alone ever since. Now he has spent all his savings because of this strange illness, and he doesn't know where to go.

Maseung went back to the bedroom and turned on the computer. Now he only gets a little peace when he is playing games. Masato has always been reluctant to play some mainstream competitive games, he only likes to play some large-scale strategy games such as war and summoning conscription, and when he leads thousands of troops to arrange troops and make decisions for thousands of miles, Masei only has a moment of pleasure and feels that he is still alive.

In his spare time at the start of the game, Masei looked up at the poster he had put up earlier, which depicted a swordsman in black armor holding a large sword and leading his troops to fight demons every night. The swordsman has amazing perseverance and superb swordsmanship, he has broken the shackles of fate again and again, and watched for the dawn to come. Masei loves this style of warrior, and sometimes fantasizes that he can also have an army against the demon gods.

Drip! The game entry prompt sounded in the room, and Makoto's mind plunged into the game's world. That's right! Escapism, escapism, and paralyzing yourself with games are the only things Shinjo can do.

Zhencheng started the game as always.,Zhencheng is playing Terran in the game.,Although there are many other races stronger than Terran.,But for some reason,Zhencheng just wants to play Terran.,As if there's something in his heart that is guiding him to play.。 Upon entering the game, a prompt box flashed on his computer screen, stating that a new message had been received from the game's email address. Zhencheng clicked on the email, and the content inside was a treaty war information.

Yo, someone actually wants to challenge himself in the top ten of the whole server, it seems that the other party is very confident. Makomi was a little surprised, he hadn't received an appointment message for a long time. Although in real life he is submissive and sloppy, but in the game world, he is the commander of the army and uses the soldiers like a god. Masei moved his stiff cervical spine, his fingers nimbly tapped the keyboard and mouse, and he accepted the other party's request to fight.

When the operation is completed, the computer screen plays the animation and countdown before entering the battle. With nothing to do, Masei opened the battle data interface. This screen allows you to see the race selected by both sides and their win rate. Zhencheng chose the Terran as always, and the 91% win rate was dazzlingly displayed on the screen, which is what he is most proud of at the moment. And his opponent also chose the race, the other party chose the alien zerg, the ability to reproduce is very fast, and it is a race that wins by numerical suppression. Seeing this, a smile rose on the corner of Zhencheng's mouth. Makoto is best at fighting this brainless race. Shinsei looked at the other party's win rate again, and in an instant, his smile turned into consternation. What!!! The win rate is 100%!!! How is this possible?! Zhencheng jumped up directly from the chair, and the obvious winning rate of the other party was deeply stimulating Zhencheng's competitiveness. He played war strategy games with an indescribable level of confidence, as if the game was made for him, and even then, he couldn't win 100% of the game. And what he always thought was impossible, was done by this opponent in front of him. Prompted by curiosity, Zhen Cheng checked the number of games played by the other party, and he was even more shocked after reading it, the other party registered an account in this month, and played 300 games, none of which failed!

Zhencheng sat back in his chair sluggishly, unable to believe that he had encountered some immortals. Why did this suit suddenly pop up with such a powerful master, but he was completely ignorant. As a master of playing this game, the heart-to-heart attraction between masters and masters makes Zhencheng have a strong fighting spirit for his current opponents, and he can't help but wonder who will be stronger? At the same time, many doubtful thoughts also appeared in his head. Maybe he's been hanging all along? If not, is there really such a genius in the world? With all kinds of doubts, Shinsei entered the game.

The battle is started, and the field is randomly generated......

Suddenly......

What's going on?! …… What happened??!!

Masei's bloodshot eyes stared at the blue sky and white clouds suspiciously, he pursed his dry lips and slowly sat up. In a blink of an eye, he found himself on the endless prairie. Didn't I just play a computer game? Makomi rubbed his head, and his vertigo seemed to have flare up again, as if he had a strange dream in the pain. In his dreams, he seemed to have fallen into a bottomless black hole, and the infinite fall and sinking brought him great fear and pain. However, under this seemingly endless fear, there is a trace of inexplicable warmth, like a ray of sunlight shining through the cracks of darkness. It is this trace of warmth that gives Maseung hope and prompts Maseung to calm down until he wakes up.

As for the rest of the matter, under the influence of vertigo, he couldn't remember very well. Forget it, don't want to. I had to figure out where I was first. Zhencheng got up from the grass, he was an adult after all, and he had a certain amount of thinking logic and reason. It's a bit strange, but I should be able to figure out how to solve it. Shinsei got up and looked at the vast prairie, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath of air. The smell of the breeze and grass in the air made Majo feel extremely comfortable, after all, he hadn't been out for a long time because of vertigo. I don't know if it's because of this, he feels as if his body has become much lighter, as if he has become younger.

Hey, wait! I'm outside?! Masei opened his eyes suddenly and thought in surprise. That's right, he's out there now. Makomi looked at the blue sky in disbelief. A breeze swept across his cheeks and ruffled his messy hair. The cool breeze made him feel a little cool in his thin pajamas. Masei tried to move his body and took a few steps forward. These steps are brisk and light. There was not the slightest hint of weakness or dizziness.

 My vertigo is cured! Zhen Cheng was stunned in disbelief for a while, and then his face showed a long-lost joy, for nearly a year, he could be tossed by this inexplicable disease. He couldn't control his legs and ran on the vast prairie, shouting loudly and cheering to release his long-suppressed emotions.

When he was hysterical until he was exhausted, he planted himself on the soft grass, breathed in the fresh air, and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds. After resting for a while, his regained sanity began to remind him that although his vertigo had healed, new problems had arisen and that he was still in an unknown area.

"Hey! Juvenile! Run! A magnetic female voice shouted from behind him, and Masei turned her head in the direction of the voice, and was greeted by a blonde girl. I saw the girl striding towards him, and the two plump white rabbits on her chest were beating back and forth, and her eyes were straight when she saw it.

"I told you to run, can't you hear me?!" The blonde girl spoke fluent Chinese and ran in front of Makoto in the blink of an eye.

"Huh? What's wrong? Why do you want to run? Zhencheng was still immersed in the picture just now, and his expression was a little trance-like.

"Look behind me, stupid!" Goldilocks waved her hand back, and in the direction she was pointing, there was a small village, now billowing smoke.

"What's going on? Is it on fire? Zhencheng's face was full of doubt, he didn't know anything about this place, he just froze in place, looking at the smoke, trying to analyze the cause of the fire.

"Oh my God, I didn't expect you to be not only dressed strangely, but also stupid, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, come with me!!" The blonde girl looked at her pale yellow pajamas and let out a disdainful sigh. She grabbed Makoto's hand violently and pulled him hard to run.

Zhencheng was pulled and ran with him in confusion, although he was very confused, but at the same time, he also enjoyed the touch from his fingertips now. Goldilock's hands were soft and a little hot because of the run. This soft and warm hand held Makoto tightly, making Majo feel very comfortable.

Bang!! Before they could take a few seconds, behind them, where the smoke was originally billowing out, there was now a violent explosion, and the sound of the explosion seemed to be mixed with the roar of human pain.

Huh!!! Behind the human roar was an even louder roar, which was extremely penetrating, making Zhencheng who was thousands of miles away feel a chill down his spine. The blonde seemed to be frightened by the roar and slowed down her run. What is this sound? Zhencheng was horrified, he had lived on Earth for 20 years, and the animals were roughly recognized, but he had never heard such a call.