Hearing Kayaba Akihiko's words, Sirin was somewhat puzzled. She wanted to ask something else, but before she could speak, she saw a figure suddenly appear.
It was none other than the man who had trapped her in this world.
However, at this moment, this man had not come looking for her, but instead walked directly toward the commander of the Knights of the Blood.
"Kayaba Akihiko, do you regret it?"
Kayaba Akihiko?!
Hearing this name, Sirin locked her gaze onto the man.
Although she had never met Kayaba Akihiko, she had heard his name and knew he was the original creator of this game.
It just seemed that right when the game was launched, it had been hijacked by the God of Games.
Sirin just hadn't expected that Kayaba Akihiko, the guy who got hijacked, had actually been silently participating in the game's completion under another identity all along.
Thinking of this, Sirin looked at Chen Changsheng, feeling that this man was truly full of wicked tastes.
But at this moment, Chen Changsheng was looking at Kayaba Akihiko with a smile on his face, waiting for his answer.
"Regret... I suppose I had some at the very beginning."
"But that thought quickly faded away. After all, my original plan was exactly this. Now, under various unforeseen circumstances, although my plan slipped out of my control, it has been completed in an even more perfect form."
He paused as he spoke, his eyes staring intently at Chen Changsheng.
"My unknown friend, thank you."
"Oh? Thanking me?"
"Yes, you must be the mastermind behind all of this, right?"
Kayaba Akihiko nodded with absolute certainty, then began to recount his past, and his original intention in developing this game and plotting a death game.
It was nothing more than some bullshit about dreams.
Chen Changsheng was noncommittal about this, and only continued after Kayaba Akihiko had finished speaking his mind.
"Kayaba Akihiko, do you know?"
"Your body in reality has long been carved up by those capitalists. I don't know what they actually did to your body, nor am I interested in knowing, but I can tell you clearly that even if you log out of the game now and appear in the real world, you'll be nothing more than a wandering ghost."
"Of course, the things promised will naturally still be honored."
"Your synchronization rate is 74%. If you return to the real world, even if you are only a soul now, under the synchronization of the game's power, you won't die immediately."
"After all, without a physical body, all the power from the game will synchronize directly onto your being."
"Of course, the synchronization rate will definitely be greatly discounted."
"Do you want to give it a try?"
Hearing this, Kayaba Akihiko shook his head without hesitation.
"There's no need. I have no lingering attachment to the real world. Let me live in this world of my dreams until the end of my life."
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng sighed. "You guy, you really are unwavering when it comes to your dreams."
After he finished speaking, he ignored Kayaba Akihiko and instead turned his head to look at Sirin, whose emotions were incredibly complicated after hearing his words.
"What about you? Do you want to log out of the game?"
Hearing this, Sirin looked up at Chen Changsheng. Looking at his emotionless, handsome face, she didn't know whether she should hate him or thank him in her heart.
After a long while, she spoke softly.
"If I log out of the game, will Eriri and the others be able to see me?"
"I don't know. How about you give it a try?"
"You!"
Sirin's chest heaved with anger at Chen Changsheng's words, but she quickly deflated.
To her, Chen Changsheng was Kiana's friend, which undoubtedly made him an enemy to her.
For an enemy to treat her like this didn't seem unacceptable; in fact, it was almost too kind. He had given her a chance to exist in this game world and the opportunity to make so many friends.
"So? Do you want to quit the game?"
Seeing Sirin's changing expressions, Chen Changsheng found it amusing in his heart, but his face remained completely expressionless.
And just as Sirin was incredibly conflicted, he dropped another bombshell.
"You have to think it through carefully. Although this game is indeed pretty good, it has already been cleared after all. Now, a new virtual reality game assimilated by Ai has appeared in the real world, and more will appear in the future. Players will be able to gain even greater power in the future, and they will definitely forget this game completely."
Sirin's golden pupils trembled, and the scales in her heart began to tip.
Just as she made up her mind and looked up at Chen Changsheng, she saw a sudden wicked smile appear on his face.
"Of course, if you really can't make a choice, maybe you can beg me."
Sirin: "..."
...
With the game cleared, the players returned one after another, and the hype surrounding this event instantly spread to countries all over the world.
As for everything that happened within the game, most people naturally scoffed at it.
But what people didn't know was that the returning players, empowered by what they had gained in the game, were about to go on a rampage.
In the countryside of Tokyo, inside a somewhat dilapidated detached house.
Yamagami Tetsuya slowly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.
He then noticed that his surroundings were still his familiar room, only now it was covered in dust, and the ceiling was laced with numerous spider webs and thick black soot.
"Heh... Has no one noticed I've been missing for nearly half a year..."
"That's right... My younger brother was already sold to a cult by my mother, and my mother disappeared long ago. Hasn't this family been left with just me for a long time now?"
Yamagami Tetsuya muttered, a self-deprecating smile appearing on his face.
But soon he felt that his body had none of the weakness of being bedridden for a long time; in fact, it was full of power.
He opened the palms of his hands, and two hand cannons encased in ice crystals appeared in his grasp.
Yamagami Tetsuya gripped the hand cannons tightly, and that feeling of galloping freely through the game returned once again.
"It's actually... real..."
Yamagami Tetsuya murmured in disbelief. He then got out of bed, and with a mere thought, his somewhat moldy clothes disappeared, transforming into a slim-fitting, gorgeous combat suit. On his back, a laser cannon nearly two meters long and thirty centimeters wide quietly appeared.
At the same time, he could feel that as long as he wanted to, he could take out all his weapons and ammunition from the game from a separate spatial dimension, and even his workbench was inside it.
And besides the separate dimension, he could also feel an inventory backpack, which contained various items and materials he had owned in the game.
"The God of Games... so... he really is a god."
As one of the few players in the game whose synchronization rate had reached 100%, Yamagami Tetsuya's emotions were incredibly surging right now.
At this moment, he felt as if he were simply omnipotent.
After casually adapting to the power within his body, he felt that he could already fully control it, as if this power had originally belonged to him.
After experiencing it, a smile curled on Yamagami Tetsuya's lips. He turned his head to look at the wall of the room, at the poster that had already been stabbed full of holes by his knife.
On the poster, an old man in a suit and leather shoes was looking forward with a kindly smile on his face, as if he were looking right at him.
Seeing this, Yamagami Tetsuya raised the hand cannon in his grasp and softly whispered, "Bang~"
Boom—
A deafening roar erupted, and the entire wall collapsed instantly as if it had been struck by a missile.
Yamagami Tetsuya, however, kept a smile on his face as he put away his hand cannon and walked out of the room, stepping over the rubble.
...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
