Chapter 3: Fatty Wang's Gaming Experience

Yet for Wang Tai, such a game was truly something never before heard of, never before seen!

The fat youth donned the virtual apparatus once more and entered the game. It was still the opening cinematic; at this moment, the members of Alpha Team had already disembarked from the helicopter.

Captain Wesker walked at the very front, while the two protagonists, Chris and Jill, brought up the rear of the squad.

Though their appearances bore a striking resemblance to their game counterparts, a closer look revealed more.

They were actually no different from real people!

Skin, hair, refined down to the very last pore!

Reaching out his hand, he could even feel the warmth of their body heat!

Not only that, from the spirit in their eyes, one could even discern the vivid spark of human intellect!

The fat youth drifted beside them like a phantom, observing each person at close range: "How come every single one of them looks like those barbarians from the State of Daling?"

"Then again, not quite. The Daling people don't dress like this... besides, the women of Daling are broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, nowhere near this beautiful!"

The female lead of the first Resident Evil game, who was also one of the female leads in the second movie—Jill Valentine.

Jill's appearance was inherently quite excellent; compared to the movie, the character in the game possessed a beauty that blended both Eastern and Western traits, and her military uniform lent her an even more heroic and spirited air. Fang Qi remembered clearly that back when he first played Resident Evil 1, she was a true goddess-tier figure.

In the later official remake, Jill had become even more refined and beautiful. Now, within the system's black-technology game, her appearance naturally went without saying, so it was no wonder the fat youth's eyes had gone completely wide.

The fat youth was no coward by nature either. Upon realizing there was no danger, his curiosity was piqued instead. This place felt like an entirely different world, and drifting about, able to watch the other party while they remained oblivious to his presence—this feeling was practically like being a god! Peering down at mortal beings at every single moment!

This sensation was truly far too novel, and far too miraculous: "Is this really a game?"

Wang the Fat Youth could not help but ask once more.

"Of course it's a game!" Fang Qi folded his arms, leaning against the computer desk with a smile. A game worth seven spirit crystals was certainly not just as simple as being lifelike!

However, to make it easier to explain, Fang Qi had no choice but to make an analogy: "You can understand it as the kind of game where princes and nobles enter the hunting grounds to hunt demonic beasts."

"Hunting demonic beasts? Heheh! This is great!" Upon hearing this, Wang the Fat Youth grew even more spirited. That was a high-class pastime that only nobles and cultivator masters could experience!

Lest the fat youth play blindly without knowing anything, Fang Qi went ahead and told him some basic knowledge regarding Resident Evil, such as what firearms were used for, what biological zombies were, and what the Umbrella Corporation did.

Regarding these strange names, the fat youth did not raise any objections; after all, the names of the people over in the State of Daling were inherently very strange.

Instead, things like the American Nation, research corporations, and viruses—such grand and novel settings were countless times grander and fresher than those biographical novels circulating outside!

Moreover, he could completely feel that these frameworks were not things thrown together hastily that would fall apart under scrutiny, but rather possessed a massive and complete system!

This gave one the impression that in some distant place, there truly existed such a world, incomparably real!

As the plot advanced, very soon a squad member who had lost touch with the team was bitten to death by four zombie dogs.

Hiss—!

Although he had practiced martial arts since childhood and was no stranger to blood, a living person who was just before his eyes a moment ago was bitten into a bloody blur in the blink of an eye. This kind of sight was still somewhat harrowing, and Wang the Fat Youth could not help but draw in a cold breath.

"Someone... someone died?!" Being immersed in the environment, compounded by the incomparably oppressive atmosphere around him, Wang the Fat Youth could not help but shudder.

Barry became separated from the other squad members, while the two protagonists, under Wesker's lead, broke into the mansion!

"Please select your identity within one minute." Just then, a prompt rang out from the computer, and simultaneously, two choices appeared before Wang the Fat Youth's eyes.

1. Choose Chris.

2. I am likewise a special forces operative assigned to investigate, now converging with Alpha Team.

Here it differed from what Fang Qi had originally played; one could not choose Jill, and instead a different mode had been added.

"This...?" Wang the Fat Youth hurriedly asked, "How do I choose?"

"You don't even know how to use a gun, choose Chris first." Since he was the very first player, Fang Qi was not stingy with hints either. "The second one is Master Mode; there's no help from teammates, and your own attributes will be adjusted as well."

The perspective shifted, and Chris's robust frame suddenly shuddered!

"What's wrong?!" Seeing Chris's anomaly, the entire squad was slightly startled, and all the members immediately looked over!

Wang the Fat Youth only felt his own perspective shift; his viewpoint at this moment had actually become Chris's viewpoint!

Seeing everyone pointing those dark, hollow gun barrels right at him, his hairs immediately stood on end!

When they were fighting the zombie dogs just now, he had witnessed the power of this thing!

It felt exactly as if he were facing a mortal threat! A surge of cold air rushed from his spine all the way to his brain!

Is this damn thing still a game?!

He even suspected that if the other party really fired, would he truly die within this game!

"Fang Qi!" Wang the Fat Youth hurriedly contacted Fang Qi.

"I'm here!" Fang Qi answered unhurriedly.

Although it was virtual reality, the internet cafe was a public place after all, so the game naturally had to include an option to communicate with the outside world.

"If I die in the game..." he spoke up to ask, "will there be any consequences?"

"No consequences to speak of, it will only make you exit the game," Fang Qi said, neither angry nor excited.

"..." Hearing such a sentence from Fang Qi, Wang the Fat Youth swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "This damn thing is way too much like the real deal!"

However...

To be able to explore everywhere and challenge monsters without having to die himself? This was practically a paradise for martial artists!

"The benefits don't stop at these; you'll know once you play more." Fang Qi stretched comfortably. As his sleeves slid down, his forearms were exposed, instantly revealing a patch of incomparably solid muscle, to the point that it made one feel this arm could unleash a frighteningly explosive power at any moment!

The system's black technology was absolutely not simple; were it not so, with the system giving such harsh conditions, Fang Qi would have quit long ago.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the fat youth felt a wave of hair-raising dread in his heart. However, now was not the time for him to daze out. Seeing the strange looks from the two squad members, Wang the Fat Youth hurriedly calmed his mind and spoke up: "No... it's nothing."

"Chris, search this area. Jill and I will secure the main door." Captain Wesker did not seem to take his anomaly seriously at all, instead commanding Wang the Fat Youth to carry out the search mission.

"Now I've actually become another person?" The fat youth cried out at the wonder of it. Seeing the incomparably lifelike scenery around him, he could not help but ask again, "Really won't die?"

"The one who dies is him, not you." Fang Qi pointed at the screen.

"True! True!" Wang the Fat Youth immediately came to his senses.

Seeing that the fat youth had already entered the zone, Fang Qi was too lazy to bother with him further, preparing to play a round himself.

Who would have known that right when he had just opened the game, a pig-slaughtering shriek echoed from beside him!

Turning his head to look, he saw Wang the Fat Youth had flipped over beneath the desk, chair and all.

On the computer screen, at the corner of the corridor, a zombie was holding the fat youth's corpse and gnawing savagely. Blood and shredded flesh were scattered all over the ground, while a large line of bloody words was displayed above: GAME OVER!

"I say, Wang the Fat Youth, how did you manage to play a game and end up under the desk?" Fang Qi could not help but find it rather amusing.

Wang the Fat Youth removed the virtual apparatus, his forehead drenched in cold sweat. Seeing Fang Qi still before his eyes, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, patting his flabby chest as he spoke: "I damn well thought that was a person, screw his mother! Scared the life out of me!"

Recalling the scene just now, Wang the Fat Youth still felt some lingering fear. That thing possessed immense strength, yet it had taken several stabs from him without a single care in the world; it was simply too strong!

However...

Hadn't he just been bitten to death?

He looked all over his body and found that there was actually not a single wound!

"Really fine?!" Just now he had clearly been bitten to death, yet now he was truly completely fine!

Did this not mean that he could recklessly adventure in this world without having to worry about death?!

Didn't that mean he could completely and utterly let himself go?

After all, he had trained in the martial arts for so many years without a single mishap, so what on earth did he still have to fear?!

Reaching this point in the game, having assured himself that he was completely safe, the only thing Fatty Wang felt was a surge of raw excitement: "I actually can't die? Just wait till I go back and tear that thing apart!"

With those words, consumed by an intense thrill, he put the virtual visor back on and plunged into the game once more.

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