Shrouding the Heavens - Chapter 94: The Ancients Did Not Deceive Me

If one day, when you find out that the immersive game you play is not a game but a reality, what will your reaction be?

A game called Zerg OL is sweeping the world. In this game, you need to play a bug to help the leader Jiang Yao rebuild the bug swarm and resist the human imperial army that may appear at any time to wipe them out.

“Mengxin, is this game fun?” Mengxin, who is new to the group, asked.

“A newcomer is here, this game is very fun!”

“Mengxin, go! This group is full of perverts!”

“Go!”

“Walk!”

“The person who chatted with you just now has not been offline for 72 consecutive hours. He just entered the ICU yesterday!”

“Is this game boring?” Mengxin was a little confused.

“Extremely disgusting! Playing other games requires money, playing this game is useless!”

“The liver doesn’t matter at all, they call me the Emperor of the Liver in other games!” Obviously, the naive Mengxin obviously didn’t realize the seriousness of the matter.

until one day.

“Since playing Zerg OL, now my waist is no longer sore, and my legs don’t hurt anymore. I’m only 20 years old, and I’m a young man with baldness. My blind date girls call me uncle, it’s great!”

And for this group of players, Jiang Yao is also heartbroken.

That steel thunder beast over there, don’t go up and listen to my command! The Titans of the Order of Titans are coming! Don’t go alone in the group!

Dragon! Play battleship! You are against the air! Don’t hit the ground! There are ground units on the ground to fight!

Those devourers of the N74 galaxy! Fuck! Don’t spray on that blue planet, it’s your home planet! I’m not kidding!

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My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.

What will an ordinary man do if he finds out he is God in an Otome game? Of course, save the game’s Evil character, Morrigan! Unknowingly spread more chaos! Establish your own kingdom! Establish your own religion! Kill the Goddess of Light!

In the year 2220, a radiation source in the Pacific Ocean, tens of thousands of times stronger than a nuclear bomb has begun mutating exposed creatures into horrific monsters thousands of meters long. Mankind’s only hope was nuclear weapons, which only made matters worse. The combination of the natural radiation and nuclear radiation released an incurable and highly infectious virus, turning the 90% of the world’s population into violent zombies in mere weeks.