Chapter 386: Devil May Cry 3

Devil May Cry 3 VR Edition, activation price thirty spirit crystals per person.

"Is 'Devil May Cry' a game about beating up ghosts?" A group of people, clearly utterly clueless, began to hazard wild guesses. "They beat them until they wail like ghosts and howl like wolves, so that's why it's called that?"

"Yeah, what kind of game is this anyway?" Liu Ningyun, who had just walked through the door, asked hurriedly. "Is it like *The Legend of Sword and Fairy*, where you slay demons and uphold justice?"

She was clearly extremely interested in that sort of thing.

"The literal translation of 'Devil May Cry' is pretty close to the meaning that even devils will weep," Boss Fang spoke up. "You can just think of it as a story about a half-demon."

"Uh... a half-demon?" Mo Xian and the others who had just entered instinctively pulled their junior sisters a bit further away from Ning Bi.

Gathering together with Yue Yan and a few others, they whispered in hushed discussion, "It definitely isn't anything good."

"Playing this won't make a person fall into the demonic path, right...?"

"It would be dangerous if one suffers a psychic deviation and goes mad..."

"It looks like the boss is going to play it himself?" They watched as Boss Fang walked over to Machine No. 1, carrying a cup of milk tea.

And at this moment, the crowd of warriors and cultivators in the Half-City shop had clearly noticed today's new arrival as well.

Jiang Xiaoyuan sat at the counter, blissfully brewing a cup of milk tea, and then opened up Penguin Communication. Boss Fang had given his nod of approval to move a computer to the counter, making things incredibly comfortable. "Boss, a lot of people are asking what kind of game Devil May Cry is."

On Boss Fang's Penguin Communication, a little lolita's avatar flickered. Boss Fang quickly clicked it open. "Tell them that this boss is livestreaming a new game."

"Right on!"

...

Fang Qi looked over the scene inside the shop. Some had already started hacking away in *The Legend*, those catching up on TV dramas were catching up, those driving were driving, and there were also some players playing *Sword and Fairy* or *Diablo*. The place was gradually beginning to bustle with activity.

As the number of games in the shop increased, it gradually became a matter of to each his own. Even for *Resident Evil*, which possessed a lower level of power, it wasn't as if nobody played it in the Half-City shop. Some warriors and even cultivators simply liked a game with such an exotic worldview and such a thrilling gameplay process.

After all, not everyone was driven solely by the pursuit of increasing their strength, and even if they were, not everyone would repeatedly study a single thing.

(It was roughly equivalent to how everyone in reality knows that studying and working are important, yet there are still many people having a blast playing games.)

"The boss is livestreaming a new game?"

It was still early, and quite a few salted fish were sitting back calmly on the sofas, eating instant noodles and sipping newly released milk tea.

Hearing that Boss Fang was livestreaming a new game today, they instantly perked up.

"Yet another thing with a strange name..." Lan Yan sat on the sofa eating instant noodles, her eyes fixed on the big screen. Clearly, this kind of name was far less simple and easy to understand than *The Legend of Sword and Fairy*. "Miss Nalan, what do you think it will be?"

Nalan Mingxue said, "I hope it's for the warrior class."

After all, the previously released *Grand Theft Auto 5* was primarily focused on leisure and spiritual artifacts, while *Shushan*, needless to say, was a pure cultivator system. It was very difficult for warriors to get involved, and its benefit to warriors was clearly far inferior to that of cultivators.

In other words, in the entire shop, the only systems centered around warriors were *The King of Fighters* and *Wind and Cloud*, and as for a virtual reality game focused primarily on warriors, there wasn't a single one.

As a girl with an exceptional sense of self-discipline, she was instead quite enthusiastic about increasing her strength.

"True... it would be even better if there was a game like *The Legend of Sword and Fairy* that was also centered on warriors," Lan Yan spoke up. "But I'm afraid that might be difficult. Aren't cultivators usually the ones who deal with ghosts and monsters?"

While the few of them were discussing, the image on the big screen gradually shifted from black to bright.

Before their eyes was a building with a somewhat European architectural style. A bright moon hung like a silver platter, reflecting the entire sky into a stroke of eerie blue, with raindrops falling like a waterfall.

"You've probably heard of it, the legend of the Dark Knight Sparda."

It truly felt like the beginning of a story. A female voice laced with a hint of reminiscence and melancholy seemed to draw all the viewers into that magical and wondrous world of story.

"When I was a child, my father used to tell it to me often. A long, long time ago in ancient antiquity, a demon betrayed his own kind for the sake of humanity. He used his own sword to seal the demons away in another world and closed the gate to that netherworld. However, because Sparda himself was a demon, his power was sealed away along with it."

"..." Lan Yan's instant noodles got stuck in her mouth halfway through a bite. Her eyes widened as she stared at the flashing blades and shadows of swords on the big screen. As a young girl who had never even seen a demon, where would she have heard such a story?

"No way... could this game be the story of a demon?!"

Liu Ningyun, Mo Xian, and the others were also left staring dumbfoundedly. "Demon," "saving humanity"—such words were already enough to overturn their worldview.

In passing, they instinctively glanced at a certain demon nearby, who was still cradling a milk tea cup for warmth and draped in a large cotton quilt: No way, right?

This kind of creature can save humanity too?

Every single one of them stared at the big screen with a look of utter bewilderment.

"Cough! Cough! Cough! What are you all looking at me for? This venerable one doesn't know any Sparda!"

On the big screen, a voice that sounded flat yet perhaps somewhat deeply moved continued to narrate: "I never took it seriously, thinking it was nothing more than a beautiful fairy tale. However, I later discovered that this so-called legend was no myth. Sparda truly existed, because I have met his son."

Two figures on the big screen gradually became clear. One was a young man wearing a dark red coat, holding a two-handed greatsword, his martial heroism carrying a few hints of demonic, wild arrogance. The other bore a ninety percent resemblance to him, clad in a blue trench coat. The two brandished their blades and swords, moving so fast they were nearly impossible to see clearly. Only the countless bursts of sword-wind kicked up by each strike, leaving behind patches of greyish-white trails in the rain, could prove that they had struck with their swords—and that they were incomparably fast!

Although it was likewise a contest of close-quarters cold weapons, this method of combat was vastly different from the warriors of this world. There was no sword-qi, nor could any martial energy be seen attached to the weapons. Only the sword-wind whipped up by every single clash allowed everyone to feel that this close-range engagement possessed explosive power with every strike.

The warriors present watched with their minds surging in excitement.

"Even though the two of them share the blood of the same father, they fight like mortal enemies. They seem to treat it like a fight between brothers, and they revel in it."

"But in the end, one side always has to fall." They watched as that sharp blade pierced into the opponent's chest and abdomen in the flash of a spark!

"Dead?!" Everyone stared intently at the big screen. Such a thrilling, fierce, blade-to-flesh battle could be considered thoroughly satisfying to watch.

"If these two little fellows are the same kind of existence as this venerable one... then they definitely won't die."

"But by the looks of it, these two guys are definitely fakes. They don't even possess one percent of this venerable one's ability." Saying this, a certain demon took another smug sip of milk tea.

Immediately afterward, the scene shifted. It seemed as though many days had already passed, and a white-haired young man was seen walking out of a room completely unscathed.

"..."

"An immortal body for real?!" Someone almost spat out their milk tea!

The son of Sparda, Dante—clearly, this gentleman was the protagonist.

And when everyone saw Dante inside his own agency, his entire body pierced with several gaping holes by broadswords, scythes, and all sorts of other weapons from the attacking demons, yet he pulled the weapons out of his body like nothing had happened and began to meet the enemy in battle...

"Holy crap!?"

"How is this guy so badass?!"

"He's completely fine even after that?!"