The care from his family made Sliven feel happy.

He returned to his seat, ready to deal with the chores as quickly as possible so that he could go back early to accompany his daughter.

Looking down at the web game advertisement on the screen, he frowned and turned it away.

As the doomsday predicted by the prophet approaches, more and more related film and television works are produced, and all kinds of uneven games are springing up like mushrooms after rain, which is really annoying.

However, what annoyed Sliven even more was that there was no deletion function for this kind of junk advertisement, and clicking on it would enter the game by default.

The moment he entered, the tentacles on his head stood up like antennas and quickly inserted into the double holes on the side of the computer.

…

On the fast-moving train, Chen An was reminded.

[Sliven has entered the game, tested correctly, and can be widely distributed]

On the screen was Sliven's image in the game, which looked very real.

Chen An was very curious about how the Kobo people entered the virtual game.

They developed physiological ports that fit their body characteristics, allowing them to enter the game world using tentacles.

"Can humans do this?"

If technology is advanced enough, you could use your hair or fingers as ports. However, the tentacles of the Cobos are special, naturally able to receive strong signals, making them easier to develop. Hint: Feiyi's tail can also be used.

"I'm not interested in her tail. Are you sure this kind of game can help me screen extraordinary talents?"

I've created many levels based on the history of the Cobos. Passing the final level will qualify you as a Transcendent. At the same time, we can help them correct their understanding of trains.

"Okay, let's spread the game around Cobo Star. We have nothing to do anyway."

…

The sky was dark, the earth was cracked, and steps fell from the sky, connecting with the earth to form an altar.

There was someone up there, it was Sliven who had just entered the game.

"You dare let me in with this picture?"

When he was young, he was a gamer and had seen countless virtual games. This kind of picture quality can only be considered an 18th-tier game and is not up to standard.

Just as Sliven was about to leave, a deafening roar suddenly came from below.

"Long live His Majesty!"

The fog dispersed, and soldiers as dense as ants were standing under the altar, roaring fanatically in the direction of the altar.

Sliven was shocked and thought he was the target.

But then he discovered that there was another person behind him, wearing ancient clothes and with a solemn expression.

"From today on, the Cobo Empire is officially established. All lands illuminated by the light will become the empire's territory."

What followed was a complicated sacrificial process, which Sliven watched with great interest like a bystander.

"I thought it was some weird game, but it turns out to be a historical simulation. The quality is low, and the gameplay is too limited. I didn't feel engaged at all. But it looks interesting. The fact that the historical simulation was so detailed shows that the developers put a lot of effort into it."

He recognized the emperor's identity: he was the founder of the Kobo culture and the heroic ruler who unified the northern continent ten thousand years ago.

But the historical simulation did not develop as he expected, because the end of the world came soon after.

A line of text appeared in front of Sliven: "The world is about to end. You need to find a way to survive."

At this time, he is no longer a bystander and can perform any operation.

But he did nothing and just watched everything happen.

The earth shook, the sky collapsed, and even Emperor Cobo, who ruled over hundreds of millions of people, was reduced to ashes.

Another line of text appeared in front of Sliven's eyes.

"You die, the game is over."

Sliven regained consciousness and pulled the tentacles out of the computer, feeling bewildered.

"There's no gameplay tutorial, no quest guide, it's just a small workshop game."

He continued to work, taking several calls.

Because deploying space defense lines consumes too many resources, a large number of resistance forces emerge among the people, and he needs to send people to suppress them.

Sliven never shows mercy to these resistance forces.

After nightfall, he set out on his journey home under the protection of fifty bodyguards.

In the car, the casual chat of several personal bodyguards gave Sliven a new interest in the game he had come into contact with during the day.

"It's actually quite interesting. The game isn't a simple historical simulation. Players need to find a way to survive, and the content triggered after each person starts the game is different. As long as the problem is solved, the game can continue."

"It is said that someone has already entered the fourth level."

"There's a rumor online that you can get a reward after passing the final level. Is that true?"

"Who cares? As long as it's fun."

Sliven turned on his phone, inserted the tentacles into the hole, connected to his office computer, and entered the game again.

This time, he fully enjoyed the game content and looked for various ways to survive.

Finally he found out that he could enter the next level by hiding inside the altar.

“It wasn’t much fun, but it was a little unexpected.”

Sliven continued to play and passed the levels one after another relying on his own wisdom.

At the ninth level, he saw the prophet revered by the Kobo people, and was so shocked by the close contact.

The scene predicted by the prophet was written into the game, but it felt wrong to Sliven.

"The starry sky will be annihilated, and Cobo will turn into interstellar dust. In our most critical moment, the interstellar train coming from the distant starry sky will become our last hope. But among all the trains, only one is trustworthy, and the others will sink into the abyss."

At this point, Sliven left the game.

He discovered that the car had already been parked at the door, but the bodyguards did not dare to disturb it.

"There's something wrong with this game. It's promoting reactionary thinking. Immediately have the Internet Administration Bureau identify the person behind this and arrest them."

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