My Arms Can Turn into Blades - Chapter 32 - 26: Lin Ying

John Mirage was a young hacker, waiting for his court trial, when he was presented with a choice. Joining a secret ‘fake’ government program, he ended up playing right in a totally unexpected foul play from the future!He found himself travelling into the future, inside a VR game called “Athanasia”, where he gained a Hacker System, lots of abilities, and was facing a grand scheme that ran deeper than anyone thought!The fight between humans and machines in the future wasn’t just brutal and cunning; it also spanned to include the VR game, the real world, and even a totally alien world, with different powers in play, even alien races! And John was standing right in the heart of all this, as the variable and anomaly no one expected!Armed with his system, John will struggle to complete quests, learn new abilities, hack everything, increase his system synchronisation level and upgrade his system to become a powerhouse and an unexpected variable in that war!John will fight on different fronts, against overwhelming odds, and find a way to hack his success through all adversaries!

I used a cheat to devise a character in a game. Upon regaining consciousness after pressing the play button, I discovered myself embodying the character I had crafted, the ‘Priest of Corruption.’ This character was intentionally created with unfavourable statistics and is widely detested! The sole item in my inventory was the withered hand of a woman, yet could it possibly be the hand of a goddess?

I was reincarnated in a game-like otherworld.[ Warning! When acquiring an active skill, all stats will decrease by 80% for each active skill! ]...What the hell.

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.