399: Chapter 399 Is This the Perfect Life?
399: Chapter 399 Is This the Perfect Life?
With headphones on and humming a song, Zheng Haicheng logged into the ga with a happy heart, feeling that this was going to be the happiest day of his life.
Since six months ago, Zheng Haicheng had been preparing to play “Perfect Life.” He was drawn to everything in the ga’s promotional video—its pure beauty and healing were exactly what he had always been seeking.
Although he had unsuccessfully registered for the beta test countless tis, it didn’t stop Zheng Haicheng from becoming a faithful fan of “Perfect Life.” Like many other gars, he believed that “Perfect Life” would be a ga capable of changing the world.
This ga had transcended the realms of entertainnt and art; it was the opening act to a brand-new era.
The virtual city before his eyes would beco a second reality, a heaven that people built for themselves.
Before logging into the ga, Zheng Haicheng felt that even with all his imagination, he could not truly capture the excellence of “Perfect Life.” This virtual world had a spectacle that was indescribable.
With all his anticipation and uncontrollable excitent, he quickly created his character, set a simple appearance, randomly chose a birthplace, and then eagerly pushed open the door that led to “Heaven.”
“What is Happy Planet?”
The glaring blood plasma wriggled on the cracked walls, with large, scabbed blood vessels lingering where the floor was raised.
Wardrobes lay haphazardly on the ground, and through the gaps in the cabinets, one could faintly see clothes soaked with blood.
His headphones fell to the ground, their crisp sound like the shattering of Zheng Haicheng’s soul.
He rubbed his eyes once, then again.
No mistake, it was real.
The kind of imrsive sensation the ga company talked about in their promotional video—they really did it, a hundred percent experience, even more realistic than reality itself.
His Adam’s apple shuddered with difficulty, and Zheng Haicheng felt he should say sothing, but he didn’t know why he didn’t even have the courage to open his mouth.
It was too cold, just like standing naked in an ice cave.
“Is this my ‘Perfect Life’?”
To play this ga, Zheng Haicheng had taken leave in advance; he worked overti for three months, and every day besides working, he was searching the Internet for information about “Perfect Life.”
He knew how important the early stages of the ga were; not a single second could be wasted as a beginner.
To save ti, he had planned several leveling paths for himself in advance.
After randomly obtaining a relatively decent talent, he decisively entered the ga, but what he saw now left him confused.
He was playing “Perfect Life,” but it felt as though he wasn’t quite playing.
“Could it be because I randomly chose my birthplace?
Am I born in…” Looking around, Zheng Haicheng exhausted all his imagination but couldn’t guess where he had been born.
He tried to take a step forward to explore.
The sll of rotting corpses, the pungent odor of blood, and the musty scent of items all assaulted his nostrils at once.
It was hard to describe the sensation, as if his nose got punched brutally by the stench.
After retching a few tis, he covered his mouth and noticed his palms were all sweaty.
“Real, this ga is too real.”
Holding his breath, Zheng Haicheng braced himself and looked deeper into the room: “According to the ga’s official website, this house should be my newbie room, the place where I eat, drink, and live at the beginning of the ga…”
His eyes moved, and when he saw the center of the living room, he froze on the spot.
His mouth twitched as if in a spasm, and cold sweat soaked his bangs.
At the junction between the living room and the bedroom lay a huge monster, covered in spikes, exceedingly fierce-looking, resembling both a hedgehog and a beetle!
And it was gnawing on the entrails of a “large animal” which one could barely make out the shape of!
Zheng Haicheng’s mind stopped working.
This was no longer a matter of being able to think clearly; his whole body was trembling.
Before starting the ga, he planned to get rich overnight, surrounded by luxury cars, yachts, and beautiful won.
But after entering the ga, from the mont he beca conscious until now, he had taken just three steps forward.
Those brief three steps had already consud half a lifeti of his courage.
“Is it a problem with the birthplace?
Yes, it must be the birthplace’s problem.”
He began to retreat backward, but at this mont, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps in the corridor.
The noise was odd, as if dragging sothing along with intermittent crying sounds, and even so footsteps seed to be coming from overhead and the walls.
“What should I do?”
The footsteps were gradually drawing nearer, and it seed that their target was this very place!
His heart felt as if it was about to leap out of his chest, Zheng Haicheng had a stroke of inspiration amidst his panic—he retreated back into the closet he had erged from earlier.
The doors of the closet, with their nurous cracks, could not be shut tight; he could only huddle in the corner.
Soon, the door to the living room was opened.
The temperature plumted abruptly, and a series of ominous and terrifying figures entered the room.
Clasping his mouth tightly, Zheng Haicheng felt like he was about to suffocate; the pressure seed to be crushing him into a at patty.
In the pitch-black room, it was impossible to discern any specific individuals, but Zheng Haicheng knew that the number of people in his newbie room was increasing!
After all the figures had taken their place, a young man walked through the central aisle; he paused next to the closet, then walked directly toward the monstrous creature in the depths of the room.
…
Han Fei had summoned all those prepared to confront Gesheng’s fierce ghost, and together they arrived at room 4044.
Almost at the mont of pushing the door, Han Fei and so of the owners in the Death Building noticed sothing—or more accurately, “soone”—extra in the closet, but everyone tacitly chose not to disclose it.
They moved silently in the dark, escorting Han Fei to Big Evil’s side.
Looking at the greatly increased size of Big Evil, Han Fei hesitated for a long ti but still affectionately stroked Big Evil’s head.
“Attention, player number 0000!
You have been struck with a soul poison containing Death Intent!
Please seek healing imdiately!”
As Han Fei’s palm turned black in an instant, he also received other system notifications.
“Attention, player number 0000!
Your G-level cursed pet, Big Evil, has successfully transford into an F-level.”
“Big Evil (F-level cursed pet): Through your irreplaceable personal charm and the grace of nurturing, you have won Big Evil’s friendship!”
“Loyalty: Eighty (It now refuses to leave you, and you have beco the first person to win its admiration to such an extent).”
“Hidden Talent One: Soul Poison (Its body contains a dreadfully potent poison capable of burning souls and igniting hatred).”
“Hidden Talent Two: Cannibalism (Blood and corpses can help it recover and grow rapidly).”
“Hidden Talent Three: Natural Enemy (Born from consuming butterflies, all its abilities double in efficiency when targeting butterfly curses or residual souls).”
“Hidden Talent Four: Death On (It can directly attack the weaknesses in a soul, sense the scent of death keenly, and prefers to stay near those who are about to die).”
“Hidden Talent Five: Under Curse (It can trap its target in nightmares, tornted by their own fears and delusions).”
“Hidden Talent Six: Demon Barrier (Destroying shrines, gnawing on divine spirits, snatching sacrificial offerings—it regards the eyes behind shrines as demon barriers.
It can use all negative emotions to grow unbound by the constraints of shrines, but approaching any shrine may anger the eyes behind it, leading to unknown consequences).”
After undergoing a life-and-death experience with Han Fei, Big Evil’s loyalty jumped directly from fifty to eighty, having devoured nearly half a heart in the Underground Shrine.
Its original four talents were enhanced, plus two more hidden talents were gained.
Pets acquiring talents is much more difficult than players, and Han Fei had never even heard of one with six hidden talents.
“It’s already rare enough for a player like Brother Huang Ying to have three talents, and now I have a pet whose number of talents is equivalent to two Brother Huang Yings.”
Han Fei checked the system notifications over and over, truly finding it preposterous.
Given that Big Evil was currently only an F-level pet, it likely would break through to even higher levels in the future.
Thinking about the huge black insect cocoon underneath the Death Building, vast like a canyon, Han Fei’s expectations for Big Evil had already surpassed those for Huang Ying.
Letting Big Evil continue to gnaw on that heart, Han Fei and the other ghosts and monsters in the room slowly turned around, collectively focusing on the closet in the room.
“It shouldn’t be this way, logically speaking, the probability should be very low.”
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