Players Invade Cyberpunk

Damn!

Damn it!

Li Guoyu lay on the floor in a sorry state, tears welling up in his eyes. He wanted to curse himself like he cursed his teammates, like a useless person, but in the end, he couldn't say a word and could only lay on the floor looking up at the ceiling, silently shedding tears.

Li Guoyu wanted to wipe away his tears, but his fingers touched the box.

Right... There's still this...

Something compelled him to drag the box to his chest, quickly open it, and take out the black helmet inside.

It's this!

Li Guoyu had seen this before.

He had seen people flaunting it in chat channels. That game has been causing a worldwide sensation, with only over a thousand spots released over several months, causing many big gaming companies to crash.

EA's board of directors collectively went to the rooftop for artificial rain.

The executive director of Activision Blizzard was hit by a car outside.

The Ubisoft director held a gas tank at home and suffocated himself.

Ma put on women's clothes, served drinks, and announced a career change to pig farming.

Sony announced plans to introduce more diverse aesthetic games.

Nintendo NS2 postponed its sales date, and NS1's ecosystem may continue for two more years.

Congratulations...

Oh no, it should be sadness for everyone.

Originally, Li Guoyu didn't believe it, but as forum members skyrocketed and a flood of content images emerged, he couldn't help but believe anymore.

With the thought of giving it a try, Li Guoyu made a reservation, although he didn't have much hope of being chosen.

After all, his life had been unlucky to the extreme, so how could he have hope?

Yet unexpectedly, he actually received the game helmet!

Although it's from the second batch of the current version, to him, it was like a lifelong of misfortune suddenly receiving a blessing from above.

From somewhere, he mustered the strength to push himself up, using his hands to slowly climb onto the bed, flipped over, and, as taught on the game forums, didn't even care if he was undressed and put the helmet directly on.

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Beep beep

Beep beep

"Please all players orderly put on clothes and collect labor suits and industrial chips at the door."

Before he even opened his eyes, the electronic mechanical female voice was already ringing in everyone's ears.

The four people in the room got up one after another, then together with the dorm next door, and the dorm next to that, and the dorm next to that dorm, all let out the same scream.

"Holy crap!" *N

Someone even slapped themselves twice, the scorching pain telling them they were indeed not dreaming, not asleep, but truly inside the game.

[Not Rare Western Fire Grass] was the first to jump off the bed, quickly put on the neatly folded 2 Euro Gold 'Beginner's Suit' on the bed beside him.

These things were mostly seen by players on forums before entering the game. Although shocked at the game's realism, they were at least normal people, feeling a bit awkward being naked in front of strangers.

"Guys, hurry hurry, put on the clothes and head out to check it out."

[MADAO] got up and put on pants

"Young ones shouldn't be so hasty; the game isn't deleting data. Isn't ten plus hours a day enough for you to see?"

[Revolver Quack Swordsman Tower]:

"You don't get it, with this kind of game, even a second delay feels like losing fifty cents."

The three hastily dressed and prepared to head out, only then realizing there was still a guy lying in bed.

[Wheelchair Sprint] kept staring at his bare toes sticking out from the covers, his gaze quite strange.

[Not Rare Western Fire Grass] stood at the door like someone going crazy holding in pee and urged them.

"Dude, hurry up, why are you staring at your toes? If you're into foot fetish, go home, log out and take your time. This game doesn't outmatch your foot fetish!"

"Uh... oh."

Wheelchair Sprint tried to move, and he could indeed see his toes moving. He could clearly feel the strange sensation from his lower half, so unfamiliar he couldn't get used to it quickly.

He tried to move off the bed but, unable to control his body, fell straight onto the floor.

The other three quickly gathered around.

Western Fire Grass was dumbfounded.

"Damn, Brother, what are you doing? I know you're excited, but no need to be this excited!"

"No... not..."

Wheelchair Sprint braced himself up with both hands, the legs flailing uncoordinatedly. He tried hard, yet couldn't keep his balance or mobilize his muscles to stand.

This was the result of long-term not walking.

Just as the deaf will never learn to speak, the blind will never know what colors are, after more than ten years of not walking, Wheelchair Sprint's body had forgotten how to control the muscles of his lower body. No matter how he struggled now, the lower half didn't feel like his own, continuously flailing without supporting him to stand.

Finally, it was the other players who noticed something amiss that helped him up.

Western Fire Grass: "Dude, what's happening?"

MADAO: "Hey hey, you didn't hit a BUG, did you? If so, maybe try logging out and back in?"

Revolver Quack looked puzzled, gazing at Wheelchair Sprint and asking: "Do you... have some illness? I didn't see any DEBUFF on your avatar."

"I...."

Wheelchair Sprint flushed red. He truly couldn't bring himself to admit to being disabled. Before, spraying on the internet was purely because it let him find some sense of equality, yet didn't expect the aftereffect would make him unable to walk even in a realistic game.

Seeing this guy had some unspeakable secret, plus his ID, the other three vaguely guessed something, MADAO started to speak first.