Absolute Death Game

Xiao Buli hadn't realized how long he'd been unconscious. His consciousness fluctuated, at times foggy, at times surprisingly clear. Enjoy exclusive adventures from My Virtual Library Empire

In this state of half-sleep and half-awake, he gradually began to recall what had happened before.

Cloud Thunder Leap! Xiao Buli pointed to the sky, suddenly leaping and transforming into a bolt of lightning shooting straight into the heavens. His body instantaneously became an agitated sphere of lightning. This transformation was novel, completely beyond his imagination, and unlike controlling a game from an observer's perspective, he was feeling this sensation in reality.

A feeling of complete loss of control washed over him; he felt as though he might disintegrate at any moment, yet also as if he could do anything he wished.

He was like a child steering an F1 race car—just a thought, and his body whooshed a few hundred meters away. He remembered he needed to escape this place and began to frantically dash ahead. In thirty seconds, he didn't know how far he had run.

Logically, he should have fallen after thirty seconds, but strangely, that didn't happen. He remained floating in the air, flashing here and there, not knowing what to do.

Damn, do I really have to keep floating down like this? Xiao Buli thought to "look" down. Though he didn't have eyes now, he could sense his surroundings clearly. The ground was so high up that he could only see the ant-like crowd below and buildings that resembled blocks.

If he couldn't fall, then he might as well keep flying. He flew some more distance forward, soon noticing greenery below—it was Green Dragon Mountain Park, on the edge of City B, where the population was relatively sparse. It seemed a good place to land, but the question was, how to make the descent?

He didn't know how long he'd been floating; it could have been minutes or hours. His sense of time was vague in this state of lightning. Eventually, after some time, he suddenly felt his body sink, exhaustion filling him entirely. A thought of impending doom crossed his mind, and then he plummeted down like a plummeting weight.

The sensation of falling from a high place made him feel as if in a dream, a situation he often encountered in dreams. However, he knew he wasn't dreaming. Fear gripped him as he fell helplessly towards the ground. Just as he was about to hit the ground, he suddenly sat up, shouting in alarm.

"I'm not dead?" he silently rejoiced. Looking around, he wondered, where was this place?

This appeared to be a room; he was lying on the bed in this bedroom. The room was oddly dark, and even though the daylight lamp was on above, it seemed blurred as if seen through frosted glass. A faint mist-like substance was spreading all around. He got out of bed, opened the door, and walked out. At a computer sat a blurry figure, its screen flickering with glaring light, indecipherable.

Only as he approached could he vaguely make out the person's ordinary face, teeth gritting while playing a game. He could only see the person's back from here. Wait a minute, this game looked somewhat familiar.

(Absolute Death Domain!? Who is this guy? How does he have this game?) Xiao Buli's mind was filled with countless questions. He reached out to pat the person's shoulder, but his hand passed right through.

(What's going on?) Xiao Buli was shocked and quickly stepped back. Could that guy be a ghost? No, that's not right—when he reached out, he suddenly noticed his hand was semi-transparent, the floor visible through his palm. Could I be the ghost? Am I dead?

He turned around abruptly; the bedroom door was shut tight, showing no signs of being open. He walked straight through it effortlessly and saw someone lying on the bed in the room. He approached and saw the person looked exactly like him, seemingly asleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Xiao Buli was stunned, then a bitter smile spread across his face. "Heh, this is quite interesting," he muttered to himself.

Xia Zuowei considered himself an old gamer, at least that's what he believed. Although he hadn't experienced the fervent era of "Legend," nor had he witnessed the classic moments of Demon Beasts rising, and was completely oblivious to the development of online games, he still considered himself an impressive gamer.

He liked playing domestic free-to-play games, and of course, don't get it wrong—Xia Zuowei never spent a penny on free games, he truly treated them as free.

"Paying for games is for fools," Xia Zuowei always liked to say this to himself.

However, playing a free game without spending money naturally involved endurance. Xia Zuowei savored the hardship, embracing the notion: If I don't go to hell, who will? As long as he wasn't spending money, what did it matter if he was killed a few times? It was just a game after all. Besides, if you can't beat them, you can still curse them, right?

Xia Zuowei enjoyed cursing people in games. Every time he encountered any pay-to-win gamers who could kill him with one hit, he would curse them in private chat until they logged off. They were killing just a virtual character, but he was scolding their real selves. Let's see who can't take it first—this was always Xia Zuowei's thought.