"You will temporarily possess his player identity, player permissions, and player tasks..."

"As long as twenty-five days pass and he leaves, you will be safe, and these things will be returned to him. But you must remember, if he shows signs of waking up, please call me in time, and I will help your consciousness regain the upper hand."

"I will tell you all his information. If you encounter his colleagues, you must not expose yourself, otherwise you will be brutally torn to pieces by them. They are a bunch of reckless guys."

The words of the God of the End of All Things were so bewitching that the little prince believed them even though he couldn't tell whether they were true or not.

After all, if such a being wanted to harm him, why would they resort to lies?

Al asked, "What do you want to gain by helping me?"

The God of the End of All Things smiled: "I just need you to temporarily obtain his player identity, complete some specific player tasks, and then give me the reward."

"I see."

On the day Aini arrived, Al quickly activated a sleeping circle, causing Aini to fall into a deep sleep.

Al touched his face and breathed a sigh of relief:

"…I won't let you replace me, stranger. Just go to sleep. It will be fine after twenty-five days."

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the power of fire in his body was surging.

At the same time, two long bars appeared in the upper left corner of his vision, representing health and mana respectively. A chat box appeared in the lower left corner of his vision, and icons such as [Personal Information], [Backpack], [Equipment], and [Pet] appeared in the lower right corner. A live broadcast room interface appeared in the upper right corner, and the text inside was so fast that he felt dizzy.

What, what are these!? Is this what Aini has?

"Player..." he muttered.

What a free, powerful and enviable group!

They only need to complete a few tasks and kill a few monsters to level up quickly! But he needs to practice swordsmanship for more than ten years to be able to match the player's random skill points!

Don't be afraid of death, don't worry about hunger. You can be whatever you want to be.

This Aini is so lucky.

"But now, I am the one who temporarily owns the player's IP." Al covered his chest and felt his heart beating wildly. He used to live in pain. He wanted to work hard but was afraid of being tired. He wanted to leave the royal family but was afraid of death. Players don't have to be afraid of these things at all.

He could finally live for himself...even if it was just for twenty-five days.

…

"——You mean, players' accounts are generally hacked?"

Su Mingan listened to Lin Yin's story attentively.

The flame bearers of the old days tried their best to create an original Su Ming'an and handed the fifty-first torch to Su Ming'an so that he could possess it.

But today, such an "original trap" has appeared, waiting for players to fall into it, and the color behind it is full of tragedy.

…

[Su Mingan leaned against the window sill, resting his chin on his hand and looking at the scenery of Hongta Country.]

【At this time, the system prompt sounded. 】

[“Ding Dong!”]

[All players have entered the Rovasha plane. Next, basic tasks will be issued to all players. ]

[Su Mingan was surprised. They're only issuing basic tasks now...? ]

…

In fact, Su Mingan had noticed from the beginning that the time of the mission release was wrong. This meant that all the players did not enter Luowasha at the same time, and the time was tampered with.

Lin Yin said, "Yes. Do you still remember Lu Zhuqing... the young master of the Qingzhu tribe?"

Lin Yin tells the story of Lu Zhuqing's past.

…

"——Dad, Mom!!" Amid the raging fire, the young Lu Zhuqing knelt down on the ground, crying, facing the ruins:

"Why...why...we haven't done anything wrong, why are we being exterminated..."

Then, a voice sounded in his ears——

"The Qingzhu tribe was exterminated, leaving you alone with no food to eat, no clothes to wear, and no choice but to pick up garbage to eat... This was man-made."

"——Someone deliberately created such a tragedy, just to match a person's experience, so that person can replace you in the future."

The boy lowered his head in pain, his fingers digging into the soil, bleeding:

“…Why?”

The God of the End of All Things told him what to do, just like Al.

Lu Zhuqing had been waiting with hatred, ready to activate the sleeping circle at any time, but he found that the man did not possess him at all, but possessed the vampire.

The moment she saw that person in the slum, Lu Zhuqing recognized him at first sight. They looked so much alike, with white hair, green pupils, and similar eyes.

Why can a person only fall into the slums and never stand up again? But a person is lucky enough to become a player, not only successfully taking revenge, but also taking away everything from the former?

Lu Zhuqing knew that he shouldn't be angry at this person, but he couldn't control his gaze away from this lucky guy. He wanted to know why and why.

Since this person didn't possess him at all, wouldn't his extermination be a joke? Why on earth did he fall to this point where he had to fight with a dog for even a piece of garbage?

This person... this guy named Lu Shu, should know a lot of things.

Then, after a flash of gloom in his eyes, he revealed a fake innocent smile, walked forward, and asked timidly:

"Good Samaritan...can I follow you?"

The excitement belongs to the players.

Ordinary people have nothing.

Lu Shu never thought that his tragedy would once again become a shadow in another person's life.

…