Chapter 327 - Recurring Slaughter (1/2)

Chapter 327 Recurring Slaughter

Even though the old man in the Tang suit had already alluded it all, Zhang Heng did not expect to encounter another supernatural event so quickly after the train incident. Those things had been operating in the dark in the real world even before the game existed.

But one thing was for sure. Even if supernatural events did happen then, they weren’t as frequent as now. Also, since the players were taking out a large number of game items, more “unexpected” situations would take place. Zhang Heng frowned. This was not the first game, so it was implausible that the organizing committee were oblivious about the consequences of doing so, or perhaps it was what they intended?

Zhang Heng stopped himself from overthinking. There was no point as of now, seeing how he couldn’t confirm anything anyway. So, he decided to focus on the matter at hand.

Old Chen and Zhang Heng’s grandfather shared a pretty amicable friends.h.i.+p. They were both colleagues, then neighbors for many years after their retirement. During the school holidays, Tian Tian used to follow Old Chen around like a puppy. Had Zhang Heng not known her, he would have just disregarded it, but since he knew her, it was very difficult not to care.

To solve the problem, he would need to first get to its roots, and the best place to start was obviously Tian Tian. Zhang Heng had to find a way to understand what he was really dealing with before he could decide what to do next.

Before that, though, Zhang Heng made a detour and stopped at an internet café. He visited the new website using the URL Ding Si had provided. Zhang Heng was surprised to find that the forum had many visitors, though most of the traffic was on the message board. This was only the launching day of the forum, yet many were already flaunting their prowess, tirelessly posting tawdry comments like ‘b.u.mp, sofa, floor, ceiling’ under every post

Some even took the opportunity to post long but pointless comments. In one post, a person yelled, “I’m about to ascend to heaven, and I would like to ask all my fellow comrades to lend me a helping hand!”

Some people had queued under a certain post with a tacit understanding, playing the role of a broken record – repeating and regurgitating everything that others said.

There was also an infinite idiom solitaire post.

Birds of the same feather flocked together, apparently, and it was human nature to naturally bond with those who had the same aspirations.

The total number of players wasn’t small, but in comparison to the throngs of ordinary folk, they were the minority. Those who were outside the player circle would probably find it difficult to understand the harsh challenges they had to face each day. Players had to keep finding ways to employ their talents, abilities, game items, and skills to complete one quest after another. On the one hand, these players got to enjoy the rich experiences that n.o.body else could get. On the other, they constantly faced all kinds of danger, some even life-threatening.

Whatever the players witnessed and experienced couldn’t be shared with non-players as well, and therefore, in one way or another, they were actually very lonely. Those who had a team had it better. If a single player like Zhang Heng were to be psychologically unstable, he would have lost his mind a long time ago in the quests. But come what may, it was always good to have a place that served as a reminder that they were not alone.