Gamers Are Fierce

Rockets, trailing long tails of flame, flew toward Xu Tuoan. A thunderous explosion followed, and a dazzling fire lit up the sky.

The shockwave from the explosion sent stone floor fragments of various sizes flying. They pitter-pattered down like rain mixed with stone, flesh, and sparks.

It was over. Liu Wu Dai listened to the System notification in his ears and silently put away the rocket launcher.

At that moment, the Plague Doctor, who had been hiding for a long time, leaped down from the second-floor hallway. Looking at the widespread mess, he couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

"After one script mission," the Plague Doctor’s face was obscured by a motorcycle helmet, making his expression unreadable, but his tone was heavy with a shared sorrow as he lamented, "out of five people, only three are left..."

He had never met Ao Yong or Lost Airship before, let alone shared any bond with them. Yet, watching his fellow players die before his very eyes still filled his heart with an inexplicable sadness.

As players leveled up, the difficulty of the tasks issued by the death game also increased gradually. Each mission was a struggle for survival on the brink of death, and every decision determined one’s own life or death.

This constant pressure to fight for one’s life was enough to quickly crush those of weak will.

There were many examples on player forums. Numerous international players, unable to bear this psychological pressure, fell into alcoholism, sexual promiscuity, or even drug addiction—not everyone was an Ascetic Monk or a masochist.