141 Massacre 6||End (Part 2)

A pure darkness that occupies the second half of the photo, with blurred edges, constantly distorted, and seems to be rotating on its own.

It is not like any substance, but more like a piece of reality that has been forcibly cut out, a hole in the curtain of the universe.

The dim light was strangely bent when it touched its edge, and it seemed that even light could not escape.

Just by looking at the photo, Yan Shuang felt dizzy as if her soul was being pulled out of her.

He jerked his head up and looked around.

Right where the dean had just stood, the air... no, the space itself, took on an unnatural ripple-like distortion, as if looking at the opposite wall through a layer of swaying water waves.

Moreover, the range of the distortion is expanding extremely slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yan Shuang's heart suddenly tightened. He stumbled back a few steps, his back hitting the cold, damp wall.

The black hole in the photo was released, and fear gave rise to the instinct to act.

He had to leave here, now, right now!

He clutched the camera tightly, treating it as his only amulet, turned around and tried to rush to the door of the room.

However, as soon as he took a step, he froze in mid-air.

The twisted edge of darkness spread silently just a few steps in front of him.

Wherever it touched, half of the door vanished, its cross-section smooth as a mirror, the remaining portion maintaining an eerie balance, standing upright in mid-air. A piece of peeling plaster on the nearby wall, upon contact with the darkness, didn't shatter, but simply vanished.

It's really eating everything up.

Yan Shuang's scalp tingled, and he forced himself to change direction, trying to bypass this expanding death zone.

His eyes were fixed on the wriggling dark border, and cold sweat soaked the clothes on his back.

Just as he was concentrating on avoiding the black hole, he seemed to catch something out of the corner of his eye, and he suddenly focused his gaze back to the inside of the black hole.

It was no longer pure, empty darkness.

Something was moving in that swirling, bottomless darkness.

At first it was just a vague shadow, but soon the outline became clear - it was a hand.

Countless pale, swollen, or dry hands like branches stretched out from the deepest darkness.

They danced silently, their fingers twisted and opened, then clenched, as if struggling, or desperately scratching at an invisible barrier. They were densely packed, filling the darkness that should have been empty.

Yan Shuang's breathing stagnated, and a chill rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

He recognized some of the hands.

Suddenly, Yan Shuang had a splitting headache that almost made him faint, and countless messy fragments flooded into his mind.

These fragments are like consciousness, penetrating every pore.

He held his head and fell to the ground in pain.

"It's done. The game has received a huge response since it was released," Ye Jing'an said. "It became a trending topic on the first day."

"It's already a huge hit." Lin Haichen added, "After all, this is a brand new game model. I think it will definitely cause a global sensation when it goes online."

"I feel like there are still some loopholes in the last copy. Although it will be officially launched tomorrow, I don't know if it can run normally. If there are too many people, the operation may become unstable. In more serious cases, it may crash directly." He heard his own voice.

The picture in my mind gradually became clear. Yan Shuang was sitting in a conference room. On the computer in front of him was the cover of the mysterious game. The other five people were sitting on both sides of him.

"If the five of us don't go in and run it through first, it would be like pioneering." Tian Yiyi said.

"Great!! We can finally play! I've been looking forward to it for a long time." Xu Yaoyu said.

Jing Ning nodded. "If a copy collapse really occurs, as the designer of this game, I believe you will solve it."

The other five people agreed.

Yan Shuang sat there hesitating for a long time, and finally agreed to the five people's proposal and let them enter the game.

When did this happen? The day before the mysterious game was launched?

He remembered, he remembered everything.

He is not an employee of any company, he is the designer of this game, and the other five are his friends in real life.

This is a brand new real-life horror game.

In pursuit of ultimate immersion, the game will use big data to calculate a suitable identity in the game based on the player's real identity and temporarily tamper with the memory.

Whether it is the degree of authenticity or the degree of playability, it is undoubtedly the highest.

Even if you die in the game, it's no big deal, you'll just be out of the game. But your teammates who are still in the game will be influenced by the game and think that death is death, and all the emotions are real.

Everything was fine at first, until the last game, which, as expected, crashed.

The director of the sanatorium is the core. It is that unrepairable loophole that has devoured and trapped the consciousness of several people, and used it as energy to maintain this collapsed copy.

Yan Shuang sat in front of the computer and watched the code loophole that looked like a black crack gradually expanding.

The hand that reaches out to your friend as he sees him being swallowed by the crack.

He tried many methods outside, but found that none of them could be repaired.

In the end, I had no choice but to go into the game myself and repair it from the inside.

But he didn't expect that the moment he came in, the game directly changed his memory.

The fully equipped boss instantly turns into a novice.

Memories came back like a tide, and Yan Shuang finally remembered who he was and the real purpose of coming here. He came to fix the loophole and take a few people out.

No wonder he was the only one in this game, because this was a collapsed instance. All the irrationalities now found an absurd and cruel explanation.

Fake!

It's all fake!

The fears that kept him awake at night, the relief he felt when struggling on the brink of life and death, and the brief hope that arose from finding a "way to survive."

All the love that has supported him to this day, everything he has experienced, felt and fought in this long game.

It turns out that it was all just a long and carefully woven dream!

The turbulent waves in my heart are no less than the black hole opposite.

The pain gradually faded, and Yan Shuang stood up from the ground, brushing off the dust on his legs. He stared blankly at the black hole before him, blinking once, his lips tightening.

As a designer, he knew a backdoor: the core mechanism of this game is the digitization of consciousness.

The bodies of several people are in reality, and their complete consciousness data is trapped by this loophole, just like being stored in a broken hard drive.

He couldn't forcibly delete the vulnerability, otherwise the data of several other people would be shattered.

The only way is to overwrite and reconstruct the data.

Yan Shuang did not attack the loophole, but looked at the three things in his hands and made a crazy move.