Chapter 2: Resident Evil 1 Virtual Reality Remake

Fang Qi gently rolled up his sleeves, glanced at him, and said testily, "Is there a problem?"

Fatty Wang asked, "Do you still remember that tomorrow is the opening test for Lingyun Academy? It is already this late; have you signed up yet?"

Fang Qi waved his hand. "I am not going. I need to watch the shop."

"Watch the shop?" Fatty Wang froze, sizing Fang Qi up and down with absolute scrutiny. "Have you given up?"

He chuckled, pulled over a stool haphazardly, and sat down. "Giving up is fine too. If this place will not have me, somewhere else will. If you ask me, why hang yourself on a single tree?"

He extended his thick, stubby finger, shaped like a radish, and gestured a ten. "The way I see it, these days, practicing martial arts is not as good as going home to farm. My dad saw through this world long ago and gave me a strict order. If I fail the test again this time, he will send me to study to pass the civil service examinations."

The fat youth blathered on loudly, spit flying everywhere, only to see Fang Qi merely chuckle.

"It is not giving up, but..." Fang Qi stood up from his seat, his smile relaxed, "...I never intended to go at all."

"What do you mean?" Fatty Wang was instantly utterly bewildered. He clearly remembered someone swearing up and down back then that he would definitely enter Lingyun Academy and make something of himself.

Had he really changed his spots now?

Fang Qi sat back down casually and pointed at the computer on the desk. "Look at that."

The fat youth scratched his head. "Speaking of which, I have not asked yet. What do you intend to do with this newly opened shop? Just this? What does this thing do?"

"This is called a computer," Fang Qi said. "You can understand it as a spiritual artifact."

"Its current function is quite singular; it can only play a game called Resident Evil."

"A game?" Fatty Wang instantly recalled the little pastimes they played as children and laughed mockingly. "How old are you, still playing games?"

"Why don't you try it out yourself?" Fang Qi figured he could not explain it clearly to him in a short time, so he pointed at the small blackboard. "Of course, it costs money."

"Just money. How much?" Fatty Wang glanced at the blackboard and was amused. "Seven crystals? For an hour? You are joking with me, right?"

He had heard of hours as a unit of time, though double-hour intervals were mostly used nowadays, so Fatty Wang was not unfamiliar with it.

The fat youth's family was not poor. They owned a restaurant in such a large city, so they could not be truly destitute. But to take out seven crystals at once was still a substantial sum for a youth who had no source of income yet!

"No joke, that is the price." Fang Qi's expression turned serious.

Seeing that Fang Qi really did not seem to be joking, Fatty Wang's face instantly soured. "I say, Qi, you are something else! I came all this way specially to support your business, and after all this time, you are plotting against me?"

Fang Qi seemed to have anticipated his reaction long ago and could only explain, "Why would I plot against you when I have nothing better to do? If you trust me, bring out the money and try it. If you are not satisfied afterward, I will refund your money, alright?"

Hearing this, Wang Tai felt a bit more at ease.

"Really?" Fatty Wang gave Fang Qi a suspicious look, moved his seat over half-believingly.

Since he could get a refund, there was no harm in trying.

He slapped seven bright, glittering crystals onto the table. "Let me make this clear first. No matter what tricks you have, no matter how fun it is, it is just a little pastime. At most, it is a momentary amusement. To make me willingly part with seven crystals, it is not that easy!"

This money was originally meant for him to grease some palms for tomorrow's exam, but even if he left it here, he was not afraid of Fang Qi stealing it. With Fang Qi's thin frame, he was not even worth a single slap from him; they were simply not on the same level of martial power!

He truly did not believe any game could be worth so much just to play, but he held the attitude of seeing what Fang Qi was up to.

Hearing this, Fang Qi laughed instead. "Fine. As long as you feel even a shred of reluctance to give me this money on the table afterward, it will all be refunded to you."

"Oh!" The fat youth was instantly amused, glancing at this pitch-black "spiritual artifact" on the table, then at Fang Qi. "Then I, Wang Tai, truly want to see what kind of trick this is to give you such confidence!"

He lifted his chair and felt it was not heavy, unable to help but ask, "This thing won't collapse, will it? Also, it is a bit small."

"Small?" To his surprise, Fang Qi, with his thin and small frame, likewise lifted a chair easily, as if hoisting a small chicken! He brought two chairs over, joined them together, and removed the armrest in the middle, instantly turning them into a large chair over a meter wide.

The fat youth chuckled. "This is more like it."

The fat youth plopped his backside onto it, finding that while this chair looked lightweight, it was incredibly sturdy to sit on, without even a wobble!

Speaking of which, these tables, chairs, and the sign at the door were all provided by the system. As the saying goes, "products of the system must be premium products," which was not said in vain! Therefore, these sets of tables and chairs were also excessively sturdy.

People of this world had absolutely no idea what a computer was or how to play a game, let alone virtual reality headsets.

After all, with the internet cafe opening for the first time, Fang Qi did not idle around either, casually teaching the fat youth how to use these things.

Under Fang Qi's guidance, the fat youth started Resident Evil and put on the virtual reality headset.

"Resident Evil!"

The opening animation and music immediately laid down a heavy and eerie atmosphere!

Under Fang Qi's guidance, Fatty Wang clicked the load game option.

The game soon began.

The opening animation was remarkably clear, as if all the scenes before his eyes were not presented through a computer, but seen directly with his own eyes!

Though the language used inside was English, when it entered the player's ears, it would be translated into their most familiar tongue, so the fat youth could fully comprehend the meaning of the dialogue.

Resident Evil 1 recounted the beginning of the entire biohazard incident, namely the famous "Mansion Incident."

The so-called mansion was a retreat established by the Umbrella Corporation in the suburbs of Raccoon City, but its underground simultaneously housed Umbrella's secret biochemical laboratory.

At the start of the animation, Alpha Team was riding a helicopter toward the "mansion" to search for the missing Bravo Team members.

"What is this thing? A new flying spiritual artifact?" The fat youth shouted in wonder as he watched the helicopter flying in the sky. "Could this contraption be a new type of spiritual artifact crafted by the cultivator masters?"

He thought secretly to himself, "Could it be that this kid has latched onto some formidable cultivator master? This thing is truly lifelike enough! But even so, making your Fatty Master willingly hand over seven crystals is still out of the question!"

Just at the moment the scene began!

"Do you wish to enter Virtual Reality Mode?"

"Huh?!"

"Select enter."

"Alright!" Fatty Wang immediately chose to enter according to instructions, and at that very moment, he suddenly felt the surrounding scenery change completely!

Following that, he discovered that everything before his eyes was actually close at hand! Even within arm's reach!

He was like a lost soul drifting in the darkness, and before his eyes lay a dark wilderness, where five silhouettes could be faintly seen. Their appearances were naturally familiar to Fang Qi—it was precisely Alpha Team from Resident Evil 1!

"Oh my god!?" The fat youth was immediately startled out of his wits. "How did I get inside here?"

"Stop howling like a ghost." Fang Qi could not help but roll his eyes at him. "Silently think 'exit' in your mind, and an exit option will appear. This is called virtual reality technology."

However, the system's virtual reality technology was by no means comparable to the nascent VR technology from before his reincarnation! It was no wonder Wang Tai was frightened.

Fatty Wang immediately thought 'exit' in his mind, and surely enough, he found a peculiar light screen appearing before his eyes: Do you wish to exit the game?

With trepidation in his heart, Fatty Wang immediately clicked exit.

He took off the headset and looked around in a panic. "Did... did I really come back out?"

He stared blankly at Fang Qi. "Are you sure that wasn't another world just now?"

It was no wonder he asked this, for the scene just now was simply too lifelike! It was virtually no different from the real world!

Fang Qi pointed testily at his own nose. "Do I have such great ability to create a world just for you to play games?"

The fat youth shook his head hastily. "No!"

Having never seen such a miraculous thing before, the fat youth was instantly intrigued. "In other words, this really is just a game?"

"Of course it's a game, Resident Evil 1 Virtual Reality HD Remastered Edition." After all, it was a product of the system; even though it was an ancient game like Resident Evil 1, it was impossible for the system to actually give Fang Qi a pixelated version from the twentieth century.

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