Chapter 82: All-New Gamey_1


    “I’m Wang, and I’m freakingout right now.”


    “I woke up to find that I had a wife, but my wife is the y girl… It’s not a metaphor, it’s reality. Zhao, I’m not talking about you, so could you stop sending knives in the chat box?”


    “The game says this script is full of various bugs, but I haven’t found a single . one. What I thought were bugs turned out not to be, and what I thought weren t bugs might not be either. So, could it be that I am the bug?


    The octopus-headed wife didn’t notice the change in Wang.


    She gracefully stood up, her sticky tentacles waving about like kelp in the sea, and they even looked quite elegant after a while.


    in front of the mirror, she put on a ne with a gemstone and then said to


    Wang, “Come, help me put this on, please.”


    “Oh.”


    He stepped forward, took the ne, and as he was about to put it on her, he


    saw that she had no hair.


    An eye suddenly opened on the back of her rubbery head, staring motionless at


    Wang.


    However, this scene wasn’t very scary, it was actually quite funny, especially the way her eyeball kept moving around, which made Wangugh out loud.


    Compared to “Spreading Traditional Culture,” this was nothing.


    “What’s this? Quite unique and kind of cute. Is it a bug?


    [Give her a kiss!]


    “Don’t fan the mes, my girlfriend is here. Oh my God, Zhao, why are you the


    one fanning the mes!”


    Unable to resist, Wang circled the moment and realized it wasn’t a bug. Under the eye’s gaze, Wang slowly put the ne on her, and that was the end of the process.


    The next item on the agenda was breakfast.


    He had expected breakfast to be something special, but it turned out to be quite normal.


    However, traditional breakfast items like meat buns and soy milk seemed out of ce in a sci-fi setting and made Wang feel it was a bit odd.


    “This has got to be a bug!”


    He immediately circled the food, saw the bug count in the upper left corner decrease by one, while the soy milk in front of him shook once before turning into a mosaic and disappearing. When it reappeared, it was a green bean juice.


    Looking at the green bean juice, Wang fell silent.


    Then, he exploded.


    “Are you from old Beijing or what!”


    “Why would an octopus-headed wife make me bean juice! I wouldn’t have said anything even if it was a cup of brain juice!


    “Do you game developers all love to let loose and then set your brains free too?”


    “Infinite merit to you!”


    Listening to Wang’s dense barrage ofints, the audience in the live stream felt greatly satisfied.


    Is this not the Old Man? Only with suchints does it get interesting.


    Although Wang wanted to leave the dining table, the game’s degree of freedom was very low, and most scenes were linear.


    As such, he had no choice but to sit down and finish breakfast with his wife. After all the breakfast was eaten, the octopus-faced wife smiled sweetly at Wang, then suddenly her expression changed dramatically.


    Her tentacles waving, a cacophony of piercing sounds filled the room, as if countless people were shouting, or as if someone had buried a million needles in one’s ears, causing an intense headache.


    “…Who is summoning me again! Can’t they give it a rest! I still have half an


    hour before work.”


    She left in a huff, mming the door behind her, but not before caressing


    Wang’s head, then she was gone.


    The game ended, and the screen returned to the beginning.


    Looking at the simple screen, Wang sank into confusion.


    Who am I.


    Where do Ie from?


    What did I just y?


    An utterly iprehensible script, a baffling process, getting up, putting on a ne, having breakfast, saying goodbye-it all made up the entire content of the game, which left Wang feeling that something was not quite right. And on the main interface, besides the initial “Start Game” and “Exit Game,” some new things had appeared.


    On the ckboard serving as a backdrop, a new photo had been added.


    The photo showed him having breakfast with his octopus-headed wife, whose octopus head looked somewhat gentle against the backdrop of the filter.


    What made him feel uneasy was the title of the photo.


    “Breakfast Before Arrival, neen bugs remaining.” Recalling his wife’s farewell, the entire game sequence was immediately tinged with an eerie feeling.


    Down in the livestream room, the lost poprity began to rise again as viewers who hade for the fame started to leave messages:


    [This seems kind of interesting.]


    [Yeah, the plot looks simple, but I feel like there’s a deeper meaning.]


    [Wang, share it with us, it’s more fun when a group of people y. Oh, I’m not being sleazy.]


    [You didn’t mention it, but now that you did, I’m starting to feel sleazy too.] After some hesitation, Wang decided to share it in the end.


    After all, this was a multiyer puzzle game, and the solutions of others could influence one’s own puzzles, so sharing it shouldn’t be a problem.


    Thus, he shared the link, and a group of people started ying the game using Wang’s livestream room as their base of operations.


    After ying for a while, the atmosphere in the livestream room started to be eerie as well.


    Unlike the traditional Chinese horror from before, this eeriness was more like a bizarre spectacle, where you could sense something was off, but the things you thought were off seemed to be intentionally done by the creator.


    The creator had his own set of logic and ideas, resulting in a strange but unique gamey paradigm.


    Once people in the livestream room learned that Wang was ying a game by Living Immortal, the room’s poprity soared once again.


    After all, in the niche gaming circle, Living Immortal’s name was quite renowned.


    He emerged as a peak performer; “Spreading Traditional Culture Starting from Me” was banned by the officials for a while, and then quickly released, a legendary journey that could be deemed an official endorsement. Now, many enthusiasts of niche horror games were watching “Mom of Pingping” and other content creators’ videos exining the games, while some turned those videos into articles, reaping a small windfall.


    The second game titled “nt Grass,” with its seamless integration of farming and warfare, was also well spoken of, although the second iteration of the boss turned out to be quite a headache for yers recently.


    Now, the third game “Nameless” had arrived, and its weird style immediately attracted a group of yers fond of uniqueness, and the multiyer online puzzle-solving gamey also felt refreshing.


    It was a kind ofrge-scale game mode that had rarely been seen before. Not long after sharing the link, Wang was surprised to find that “The Last Breakfast” had one fewer bug remaining, down to eighteen.


    To prevent any memory error, he specifically asked his viewers to confirm, ensuring that the previous bug count indeed was neen.


    And during the time he was confirming, he noticed that the bug count had decreased by one more.


    “So this is multiyer online puzzle-solving… The bugs in different instances are interconnected; if others solve their bugs, the rted bugs on my side get fixed as well. I see, impressive!”


    Eagerly, he clicked on the photo to enter the game, where he found the game had started over from the beginning.


    Only this time, his bed was no longer sky blue but had turned into ayer of mycelium.


    White fuzz covered his body, and green mold had crawled all over the walls.


    ” So this is where the bug was, who could have guessed this! However, it was odd that although the scene had be more sinister, the previously discordant feeling had disappeared, and the entire scene felt harmonious.


    This kind of gamey… is quite interesting!