Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 943 - 263: This Game Isn’t Right!

Before officially starting to experience the game's content, Ji Chen was already captivated by the game's perfect performance.

The images captured by his eyes and the sensations felt by his body all told him this was a real world.

If it weren't for entering through the game pod and the presence of space nodes, he would surely think he had once again transmigrated to another otherworldly realm.

"This technology... is truly powerful."

Reflecting on his fantasies from back then, he gave a silent laugh.

Back in those days when he traversed to an alternate world, influenced by various transmigration themes, he was also troubled by why his system hadn't activated yet.

Wondering if the time wasn't right.

After all, in a normal transmigrator's journey, there would inevitably be an inherent cheat.

The trials of the early stages are merely setups for boasting later on.

The reversal of life was about to happen soon.

From the initial anticipation to the point of complete despair, he once had a period full of fantasies.

In his fantasy, he rose from obscurity, advancing rapidly. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

For example, after completing cultivation in the deep of night, he always fantasized while resting on straw that perhaps he would awaken tomorrow with mysterious star patterns appearing in the palm of his left hand.

When he touched the glowing spiritual patterns with his fingers, he would hear a thunderous sound in his mind:

"Host must-have awesome system activated, beginning automatic generation of newbie gift pack... ."

Or, one day, a voice of an old man suddenly resonated in his mind:

"I am the last Supreme Elder of the Ancient Sword Sect, deceived by treacherous people, leaving only a remnant soul, waiting for a millennium for a person of fate, your perseverance moved me, today I will teach you the 'Nine Revolutions Sword Body'... ."

This was his way of comforting his suffering at the time.

Perhaps it was also because of the summoned alien species from the same period had mostly perished, that he was able to persist.

Most of them died in helpless spiritual collapse.

Though he was in physical suffering, he always had hopes for the future.

This persistence was simply a belief: that perhaps tomorrow, everything would be different.

It's laughable to say, but he really relied on YY to endure the cruelest slave years.

This is unlike the Dragon Descendants' inherent confidence.

Even when bound by chains, Dragon Descendants firmly believed they were like divine dragons in shallow waters, destined to break their shackles and return to the nine days.

But he relied not on faith, but on the aftereffects of reading too many online novels.

He, an ordinary person from modern society, after transmigrating, wouldn't have the heart of a strong leader, nor strong willpower.

To put it plainly, he, having been cultivated in modern society, has never even encountered manual labor.

He simply imposed the 'protagonist templates' he read onto himself, as if playing a self-deceptive role-playing game—today imagining himself as the underdog protagonist, tomorrow adopting the template of invincible system literature.

The more desperate reality became, the more frantic his fantasies were.

He didn't really have perseverance; he simply didn't dare stop imagining.

Because once he stopped fantasizing, overwhelming despair would drive him insane.

He supplemented each day's suffering as the trials the protagonist must endure to survive.

Those deceased alien races didn't lose to the pain from cultivation; they lost to the realization that this was hopelessly unavoidable despair.

Now thinking back, perhaps it was indeed this ridiculousness.

That kept him from sinking into despair like the other alien races.

He clearly remembers fantasizing a plot about returning to Earth during this period.

Imagining many show-off scenes.

For instance, after mastering divine skills and returning to Earth, starting a live broadcast named: Live Broadcast of Cultivation.

Performing flying and escaping for the old locals in the stream, attracting more viewers to the stream, and then watching the barrage showing amazement and awe.

Also imagining himself returning to campus when bored, acting out the scenes of pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, overthrowing the evil rich second generation, and encountering the school goddess... .

Though these past fantasies now seem incredibly childish, they also made him ponder how far the era would develop upon his return to Earth.

Whether there would be an alien invasion, making him appear as a Savior?

Or facing crisis in the homeland, resisting nuclear bombs with a god-like stance, obliterating aircraft carrier groups in a snap... .

The truth is, upon his return, Earth's development was far more advanced than he imagined.

Especially after initially experiencing Monster World.

If it were truly a storyline of alien invasion, he, as a transmigrator returning, would most likely have been killed by the invading Moon Eclipse Clan.

Gazing ahead.

Across the vast land were countless ruins, all weathered by time but revived with unique vitality due to countless new players arriving.

Among these ruins, various low-level monsters densely populated, serving as practice targets in the game's newbie scene for players.

Scan to one side, a group of players in black cloth coordinating an attack on a gigantic rock monster.

Each swing of the rock monster's sturdy arm elicited a wave of surprised cries from nearby players.

Yet the new players nearby were undaunted, seizing the interval between the rock monster's attacks to leap forward and strive to deliver output.

Various Artifact Spirit Weapons struck the surface of the rock monster, scattering stone shards.

Magic players stood behind, releasing Thunder, Fireball, and other elemental abilities.

The seemingly clumsy combat method was full of passion and fervor, moving Ji Chen deeply.

Gazing further, a group of players was engaging in a chase with agile little demons.

These little demons were small in stature, emitting a faint glow, nimbly traversing through the ruins, occasionally tossing small stones imbued with spiritual flares at the players, causing the new players to clutch their heads and scurry.