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Before entering the game, Wang Xingkong was an ordinary college student in Longguo.
He has been studying diligently, from elementary school, to junior high school, to high school, and then to college. He studies and studies again, takes exams again, and lives under the supervision of teachers and parents... It seems that every child in Longguo has gone through this, and everything seems so ordinary.
He likes the two-dimensional world, virtual anchors, Aruba, and horror games. Although he doesn’t dare to play them himself, he dares to watch other anchors play them... He once liked an anchor very much. The anchor’s ID was Ming An. He was a technical anchor who never showed his face. He liked to watch this anchor beat ghosts and make them scream. The screen recordings and live broadcasts of this anchor had accompanied him through many nights when he had to make up for his homework.
He originally thought that being a host would be great... playing games and getting support and money would be much more enjoyable than studying hard. So, he also wanted to be a host, but being a host just playing games was not enough, he wanted to stand out.
So, he often thought, thinking, what should he do...
There is not much spare time, and the GPA of university life is interspersed with various punch-ins and activities. Sometimes a day goes by in the blink of an eye. He is busy like a top, a screw destined to be sent to the social machine. Apart from packaging himself bit by bit with a beautiful resume, he has no time to think about his hobbies. Sometimes, even if he does, it is covered by thoughts like "I'm so sleepy, I'd better lie down, I have early classes tomorrow."
The old thoughts were sealed, and the wishes of youth were gradually eroded...
——Finally become an ordinary mediocre person.
He could only use the spare time he had while eating in the cafeteria to fantasize about his "future".
He often looked up from the numerous award certificates and thick postgraduate entrance examination books and glanced at the ceiling, motivating himself that he was about to succeed and would soon start to realize his wish. Although there was still the college entrance examination after the junior high school entrance examination, and there were still the certification examinations and the postgraduate entrance examinations after the college entrance examination, he was about to take the postgraduate entrance examination now... I believe he will succeed in the near future, right?
He thought so and then buried his head again.
When you are in school, you want to get high scores. If you work harder, you can still do it. But for some things, it seems that no matter how hard you try, you can't change the status quo. He has imagined countless times that he will be the protagonist or hero of the world, but he found that he is no longer ordinary, but just a passerby. Even if a crisis occurs in the world, he is just a bystander typing on the keyboard outside the screen and can do nothing.
The sun will rise every day as usual, and everything will have a follow-up.
——Then one morning in the dim light.
He had a beautiful dream of becoming a big anchor, but died suddenly on a desk full of books.
He didn't know why he was still conscious after his sudden death, but a snow-white rabbit appeared in front of him. The rabbit told him that he could become a "hunter" and enter the main god space that was about to begin. He would be responsible for disguising himself as a player in the copy and becoming the most hidden and difficult part of the clues, preventing those who were about to pass the level perfectly from passing.
The rabbit told him that the game would be broadcast live to the world.
A string in his heart was touched precisely, and he agreed without hesitation.
As a "hunter" who joins the game after death, for the fairness of the game, his memory will be sealed during the level, and he will believe that he is just a player who has just entered the game. It is not until he is exposed that he will recover his true memory of sudden death.
In the first two worlds, he had never been discovered or exposed, and those players who were almost able to complete the game perfectly also failed - they did not notice his abnormality.
He didn't notice it himself.
Because his memory has not been restored, he has always believed that he is Wang Xingkong, a player who was drawn into the world game... until he saw Su Mingan, whom he regarded as his target.
After being exposed, he found out... that he had been dead for a long time.
Become a [game data]-like existence.
[Ming Anan, I came here watching your live broadcast.] He was all smiles.
...No, he really wanted to be the one being watched during the live broadcast.
[Ming Anan, I really like your videos, especially the one where the old lady is burned on fire...] He was extremely excited.
...No, he hated himself for not being able to come up with such a brilliant idea and attract so much popularity.
[Ming Anan, you are the top player. I am so happy!] He was excited.
...How is that possible? He would only feel hopeless because of his own weakness and powerlessness.
Why? Why?
Why can the person who possesses infinite brilliance... not be me?
Why should I, someone so humble and young, die in the darkness before dawn?
...He hasn't even talked about his dream of becoming a host.
How can a humble and ordinary existence like a screw, whose dreams are unknown to anyone, have the qualifications to support the thoughts of the number one player who already has a bright future as passionately as if burning himself?
...How ironic.
He covered his face and laughed, feeling deeply hopeless about the memories that had just been revived.
——He finally achieved his goal of being watched by so many people. But the irony was that he appeared in someone else's live broadcast room as an exposed existence.
The being who was being watched by billions of people, who lived so easily and freely, was now standing in front of him.
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