LRAB Chapter 40: The Eight-Clawed Spider
Chapter 40: The Eight-Clawed Spider
"Holy crap, are you sure this isn't a movie and is a live demo?"
"It's obviously fake. I don't believe in elixirs of immortality. I don't even believe that any game company can develop a 100% realistic virtual game."
"But to be honest, even if it is a movie, it is quite realistic. I haven't seen such bloody and realistic battlefield scenes in many years."
On the newly established official website of the game, a large number of netizens are constantly refreshing the screen.
Most netizens are skeptical of so-called virtual games.
However, some players who hadn't logged in but had received the message and entered the official website forum began to share their experiences.
"I personally tested this, it's absolutely true!"
"The game company didn't intend to make money in the early stages. They delivered such a high-tech thing as a virtual reality headset to your door for free, without you even having to pay for shipping. Don't wait until the game becomes a hit and they start charging you before you complain that you can't afford it."
"Check the pinned post on the forum. 500 new beta test slots have been added. If you want to know if the game is a scam, you can try registering. Just be prepared, don't be shocked when you log in."
A rural area on Earth.
Xia Zhang lay listlessly on the kang (a heated brick bed), numbly scrolling through his phone.
He kept swiping on his phone as if he were searching for something, and no information could stay on his screen for even a moment.
He was just mechanically scrolling through the interface.
Anyway, he can't do anything else besides this.
This is what the young man, who was only twenty-three years old and lost his lower body forever due to an accident, thought.
suddenly.
Xia Zhang's fingers finally stopped, not because they were sore or tired.
Instead, he saw a glimmer of humanity in those lifeless eyes.
"In real life, I lost both legs permanently due to an accident, but after being persuaded by my family, I entered the game with a mix of doubt and anticipation."
When I finally felt my feet firmly planted on the ground, I knew that in that moment, I was reborn...
This post was made by a player named Dawn, who claimed to be one of the lucky ones to get a spot in the closed beta test.
His post was met with disdain from netizens.
Some people kept asking if it was true, asking if people suffering from illness could alleviate their pain through games.
Some people treat it as a joke and make random jokes.
Some people call themselves "stubborn" to indicate that they have already registered.
Gudong.
Could it be true?
Xia Zhang silently watched the screen of his phone gradually dim.
Could it be true?
This is not a question.
Xia Zhang confirmed the answer.
He wanted to try it.
He also wanted to try experiencing the feeling of his feet firmly planted on the ground, just like that player named Dawn.
Xia Zhang quickly registered his personal information according to the requirements of the official website.
He then tossed his phone aside and stopped looking at it.
He feared that someone would soon reveal the truth and refute the rumors.
He didn't want to see it.
"Watfa, what the hell is this?"
Farmer Rick took the box from the deliveryman.
"Damn it, you big spender, what kind of junk have you added to the house now!" Rick yelled at his wife, who was cooking in the kitchen.
Rick seemed very angry, which was evident from his gradually reddening face.
As the head of the household, I really need to teach this stupid woman a lesson!
Rick thought so.
Despite his complaints, Rick didn't ignore the box.
Rick grabbed a fruit knife from the table and slashed open the box, finally seeing what was inside.
"This is... Wotfa, the must-eat pickled radish, it's actually true!"
Rick looked shocked and slapped his forehead; it looked like his package.
A five-star hotel.
"Are you sure this thing can actually play games?"
Leonardo's uncle David looked at his nephew, who had already put on the virtual reality headset, with disbelief.
Westeros.
It is often said that Westeros has only two cities: King's Landing and the other.
The unbearable stench of King's Landing proves this statement is no exaggeration; this densely populated city is indeed very prosperous.
Intelligence Minister Varys has come to see his little bird again.
The eunuch who came from the palace greeted each child kindly.
After giving each child a small gift.
He pulled a little girl with messy hair and yellow teeth to a corner.
He said softly:
You didn't see him.
This is not a question; the intelligence minister simply wants to know the reason.
The little girl just stared at the small cloth bag in the other person's hand, and after a while, she shook her head.
The eight-legged spider, with its arms crossed, rarely showed such a serious expression in front of the little bird.
"I want to know why."
Varys handed the bag to the little girl, who nodded emphatically before turning and leaving.
"Lord Varys."
It was a lion guard, and the palace was filled with these red robes.
Varys looked at the newcomer, a Lannister soldier.
"My lord, His Majesty has ordered everyone to proceed to the Prime Minister's Tower immediately." The man in the red robe appeared very respectful.
Varys had a suspicion in his mind, but as he approached the man in the red robe, he still lowered his voice and asked softly:
Could you please reveal the reason?
It is a golden dragon.
Feeling the coldness in his palm, the man in the red robe leaned closer to Varys and whispered:
"Last night, Prime Minister Jon Arryn..."
Varys looked shocked.
"O gods..."
Inside the Prime Minister's Tower, high-ranking officials, the King, and the Queen gather.
His Majesty the King, who was so boisterous yesterday, is now unusually silent.
Grand Secretary Paisell stood hunched over, his face filled with sorrow.
Queen Cersei held her head high with pride, and Varys, sensing her gaze, responded with a friendly smile.
Yes, the Minister of Intelligence knew that it was Her Majesty the Queen's wish to greet the Prime Minister's remaining body with a smile.
She always wanted her brother, who wore a white robe, to become prime minister.
With the Prime Minister's passing, it was as if her wish had finally come true.
Varys's smile made Her Majesty the Queen let his sharp gaze pass by.
The king turned around and looked at his intelligence minister.
I saw the sadness on Varys's face.
"Sigh, I never thought someone would collapse so quickly." It wasn't just his Hand of the King who passed away, but also his adoptive father.
Robert thought countless times that he should, like when he was young, unreasonably order the old man to stand up and continue to rule the country for him for another fifty years.
He died embracing a virgin when he was eighty years old.
But Robert did not. He was no longer young, and he did not want the man he respected to be deprived of peace at this moment.
"It is all the will of the gods," Varys said with a sigh as he approached His Majesty.
"Alas, I swear to you, with the gods as witness, I will watch over and raise your heir to adulthood." Robert no longer wanted to stay in this place that brought him no joy. He hastily left the Tower of the Hand after uttering these words.
Queen Cersei, who hadn't uttered a single word throughout, turned and left immediately afterward.
God help us, that our Queen will not so soon suggest that Ser Jaime take over as King.
Because that would turn the palace into a marketplace.
Varys withdrew his gaze from the backs of the two lords, and unfortunately, his eyes met those of Lord Petyr Baelish from the Fingers Peninsula.