The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 426 - 359 This One Is the Index

Chapter 426: Chapter 359 This One Is the Index

"The ’Great Rift Expedition 1.0’ version will be live for 24 hours, with all players forced to log off,"

It had previously attracted a lot of attention in a corner of the internet, but it still belonged to the minority.

Even the entire category of "gaming" is considered a niche culture in the real world.

To this day, many still believe that any job related to computers is akin to playing, considered as not engaging in proper work, with gaming being the epitome of such an attitude.

Therefore, regarding the game "Doomsday Magic Ring," a large number of people online didn’t care about it, perhaps occasionally coming across a video but swiftly shifting their attention elsewhere.

Technology keeps evolving, but when it comes to gaming, most people still use smartphones or consoles. The most advanced might be a VR headset, but the evolution isn’t significant.

Some believe in this game mode, while others don’t believe whatsoever.

But as person after person began showing off their newly received gaming headsets online, public opinion started to explode.

The headset had a manufacturer, and some people even started to investigate nearby, discovering it was a large electronic assembly plant. They had indeed taken some orders for game headsets recently, but only for the headsets; they had no access to core technology like the batteries, etc.

A significant portion of netizens believed it was all an internet hoax, much like when someone fabricated the "Aminos Nation" online before - the potential of netizens to band together for a prank is limitless. They could craft a history and flag for a fictitious country from scratch and even dupe others who are not in the know into shedding tears over it.

So with the appearance of this epoch-transcending, or rather, epoch-surpassing headset, a group of people thought it was just another internet farce.

Some people made videos to convince others that a game called "Doomsday Magic Ring" existed, suggesting it was a global prank orchestrated by players around the world, intending to con billions of people.

Calls were already being made for people to watch the spectacle rationally and not to allow themselves to be made fools, even for a moment.

Among them were those who truly found amusement in it, actually registered accounts, and even started posting.

"Seriously, can the public test date be this arbitrary? They said a month later but now they’re moving it up? Are they overly confident or just planning a quick cash grab?"

"I strongly suspect the game hasn’t gone through much optimization and was just rushed to market."

"Bro, can my computer even handle it? [PC specs pic.JPG]"

"Can you play it on a mobile phone?"

"How about on a child’s smartwatch?"

"[Click any section to start game]?? Did I download the wrong file?"

"You pre-downloaded an installation package for a headset-based game? Smart move, genius."

"Wait, let me think, I really did receive a headset!"

If this was an internet prank, then one would have to say "Doomsday Magic Ring" played a good one. The attention it received was unparalleled, and people even dug up old videos of the "Broom War God."

All disputes will be settled after the 24-hour update, revealing whether it’s indeed a game that would usher humanity into a new era or merely a massive online prank.

Put on the headset, then... connect.

...

As a game streamer with hardly any followers, Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch lacked competitiveness in the streaming race. She had a pretty face and a cheerful personality, but viewership was something that had to be tied with promotional efforts.

In the early stages, companies need to boost viewership numbers; in the later stages, you need to nurture your own ’top donator.’ Otherwise, no matter how pretty you are, it’s all for naught.

She once got screwed over by a live streaming guild insisting on full streaming hours without pay, so now she’s fighting on her own. The upside is that she can play whatever she wants, the downside being the lack of a base salary, making her income unstable, yet gradually, she attracted a modest following with her face and what was known as a "hearty smile."

She had been drooling over "Doomsday Magic Ring" for a while. She wasn’t very fond of post-apocalyptic style games and could tell from the vast amount of CGs that the game would delve into religion, human nature, sex, often accompanied by gore and violence. But with this game, you could play while sleeping.

Her two greatest passions in life, sleeping and gaming, happening concurrently was almost unimaginable, perhaps she wouldn’t need to worry about going hungry because sleeping slows down hunger.

So, regardless of the noise online, Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch promptly registered and secured a headset.

She then began searching online for various game props, with some second-hand platforms already accepting orders for "gaming pods."

Among the popular modifications were massage chairs, which, if you lay down for too long, would definitely get uncomfortable. If the power of a massage chair were reduced and set to give periodic massages, it might ease the physical strain.

The major challenge was the issue of excretion; humans, while asleep, enter a low-energy consumption state, but they can’t go 24 hours without eating or using the toilet.

She only bought a special pillow costing her several hundred bucks, which pained her for quite a while.

Only 10 minutes were left until the game’s official launch.

She couldn’t wait!

Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch made a quick trip to the bathroom to ensure she wouldn’t be woken up by the need to pee.

She put on the headset and chose to connect.

Her consciousness began to blur, feeling dizzy, and then the next moment, she found herself on a stone platform.

The surroundings were unclear, as if in a dream, everything in a state both real and illusory.

And before her was a living person; when she subconsciously raised her arm, the other person also lifted their hand in unison.

"You can actually fall asleep, play games in your dreams—this one feature alone is worth it!"

This was a mirror, used for character customization.

Customizing a character was even more magical than the rumors online, very intuitive.

Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch ultimately chose to use her real appearance as a base, then gave herself just a tiny bit of beautification.

"Oh no, I accidentally made myself too pretty, goose goose goose goose goose goose."

She was satisfied and chose to enter the game; her consciousness felt like it was being pulled by a large hand, dragged into an endless void, as if rushing through some kind of environment, and by the time she came to her senses, she found herself in a huge open-air building site.

It resembled an ancient Roman coliseum, with towering structures piercing the sky.

There were horses of bizarre and deformed shapes pulling chariots, and muscular men bending down to carry stones as large as themselves!

Was this a world filled with superhumans?!

"I can’t tell if this is a game or reality anymore."

There were others here besides her, many Undead like her, and their distinguishing feature was their lack of clothing, with men only wearing white underwear that couldn’t be taken off, and women with the addition of a white bandeau.

Everyone looked bewildered yet excited.

"It’s so different from what I saw in the videos! Not the same at all, hahaha!" someone laughed ecstatically.

Another was already down on the ground sniffing the soil, thumb up: "That’s the scent!"

"Undead, line up over here!" someone shouted from a distance.

The newly entered Undead obediently and naively followed instructions, no matter how fiercely they ranted online; when everything they sensed with their bodies felt just like reality, it was difficult for them to distinguish whether all this was real or fake.

Of course, there were those who didn’t listen, as in, how could I, a magnificent Undead, listen to some NPC babbling.

What awaited them was a lesson taught with sticks.

Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch obediently lined up; anyone who had played games knew that what followed would surely be the "Newbie Tutorial," and if you didn’t comply, you couldn’t continue in the game.

It was quickly her turn.

"What’s your name?"

"Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch," she replied.

"Hmm, gender?"

"Male." She subconsciously glanced aside; the voice was the answer from that super pretty sister concocted next to her.

This game is full of malice.

"Female." Only then did she give her answer.

"Currently, you have two choices," the NPC said, "The first choice is to join the Rand Kingdom and become a citizen of the Rand Kingdom. You must abide by the laws of the Rand Kingdom, but you will also enjoy its benefits."

"Question!" Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch instinctively raised her hand, and because of her sudden movement, everyone turned to look at her.

Damn, there goes my image of being docile.

She embarrassingly stuck out her tongue: "That, what am I allowed to do and what am I not allowed to do?"

"There are printed laws, the ’Rand Code,’ which you can peruse. As long as you don’t harm others at will, you generally won’t be breaking the law," the NPC said, pointing to a hefty volume by his side.

One could smell the fresh ink.

Just half a day earlier, Lind had spared no expense to open portals, and where portals couldn’t be opened without coordinates, he used Flying Dragons—regardless, he used every means to deliver the freshly printed laws to every Newbie Village.

It was to establish "rules" right from the start among the unknown number of newbie Undead arriving.

She nodded her head: "Okay, I’ve got it. Continue, what’s the second choice?"

"The second option is to not join the Rand Kingdom. Though you won’t be able to enjoy the benefits of the Rand Kingdom, you must still register your identity or be prohibited from entering the country. Apart from not enjoying the benefits, there’s no difference from ordinary citizens; you can become a mercenary and take on quests from the guild."

Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch inquired, "What benefits are there?"

The NPC directly handed her a thin booklet. Holding the booklet, then glancing at the hefty code beside her, she instinctively said, "That’s quite a difference."

"This one is the directory," the NPC pointed to three stacks of books nearby, "those contain the specific details of the benefits."

"I want to join the Rand Kingdom!"

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