Absolute Death Game

But how could this be possible? Xiao Buli wondered in his heart. This was just a memory, he was nonexistent in reality, and he was observing this world from the perspective of a bystander. Moreover, it shouldn’t just be an image formed by the Book Spirit, right? If that was the case, how could it see him? Could there be something behind him? While pondering, Xiao Buli shook the mouse and turned around, finding nothing but empty space behind him. He turned back to the screen, but just as he did so, the shadowy figure suddenly vanished from its original place, and when he looked back at the screen, it appeared right in front of him, its face made of black mist pressing against his screen, slowly filling it.

The suddenness of it all startled Xiao Buli so much that he yelled out and tumbled backward onto the ground. A snapping sound rang out beside his ear, and the air faintly carried the scent of something burning. What was that just now? Xiao Buli hurriedly got up to check, but it was too late. He saw the laptop’s screen crack and black smoke billowed out. Seeing it was no longer functional, the feeling of formless oppression also dissipated.

Xiao Buli stared at the laptop, dumbfounded, thinking to himself that he truly was doomed now.

With some disbelief, he stood up from the ground and checked the laptop, turning it over a couple of times. Xiao Buli then sat back down in the chair, resigned to accepting this hard reality. Indeed, the device was beyond repair; not only was the display broken, but the continuous stream of black smoke and acrid smell coming from the keyboard indicated that the circuit board was certainly fried. Even if Xiao Buli were a computer manufacturer, and even with all the necessary tools, he could only fix the circuit board. What about the monitor? Could he just make a new LCD screen? With Xiao Buli’s knowledge of computers, he knew that even Bill Gates would simply spread his hands in resignation and shrug at him.

"What to do, what to do?" Xiao Buli was not someone without brains. No matter what disadvantage he faced, it seemed his habitual reaction was to quickly organize his thoughts, so he didn’t complain or lose his sanity. Instead, he sat in his chair, adjusted his breathing rapidly, and closed his eyes. The situation before him was undoubtedly very dire. The computer and the game were his only ways out of here, not to mention that his character was still in that damned game, with the soul separated from the body and without any control. It was like a fat lamb waiting to be slaughtered. The only hope was Gu Yuexuan. Fortunately, the Minor Monsters in the instance had all been killed. Considering Gu Yuexuan’s abilities, even if one or two starburst Minor Monsters appeared, they would not cause them harm. Gu Yuexuan seemed to have a request for him, showing him the content of the book for this purpose, meaning that Xiao Buli would not be in immediate danger.

Of course, this was a rather optimistic guess. If Gu Yuexuan changed his mind, or if they encountered other emergencies within the instance, his chances of death were nearly a hundred percent. Therefore, the priority was not to consider these possibilities but to return to the game as quickly as possible.

Xiao Buli opened his eyes. The most realistic approach now seemed to be figuring out how to get out of here, perhaps by attempting to dig a passage out. Xiao Buli quickly searched around the base but, after a full round, found no suitable tools except for a spoon from the kitchen.

Was he expected to dig with a sword?

He looked at the flimsy weapon in his hand and the thick concrete walls, jabbing at them experimentally with a few thrusts; they were impenetrable. This base was probably built to the standards of a military project, not something those shoddy construction projects could compare to.

What to do, what to do? Xiao Buli forced himself to remain calm. Things hadn’t gotten too bad yet, there was still hope Xiao Buli! He muttered to himself,

"Hope? What hope?" That voice inside him seemed completely clueless, without warning, spoke in Xiao Buli’s mind.

"FUKE, SHUT UP," Xiao Buli, already on the verge of snapping, yelled out loud.

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"Hahaha," the voice heard Xiao Buli getting anxious, and it seemed quite pleased with itself. "This is your only chance. Give me control of your body, and I can lead you out of here."

"Shut up, you demon. One day I will stomp you into the ground. You’re filthy, despicable, a soul that should never have existed." Xiao Buli forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart, vehemently speaking to the Heart Demon inside him. Saying this, he picked up a spoon and went downstairs. Because the basement was filled with numerous corpses, Xiao Buli usually moved about on the second floor. Now, with no other option and wanting to dig a hole, the basement probably had weaker spots. Xiao Buli remembered there was a location in the basement where no rooms had been excavated. Occasionally it crossed his mind that perhaps it was left undug because the rock there was too frail to withstand it, so he decided to try his luck there.

Down in the basement, the not-so-bright lighting made the place seem like it lived within shadows. In the middle of the hall, that huge metal cabinet was still placed there unmoving.

How could he have forgotten that thing? Xiao Buli unconsciously walked over, picked up a helmet lying on a bed next to the iron cabinet, and wiped off a thin layer of dust from it. Underneath the dust, the metal helmet shimmered with a silver sheen, likely made of stainless steel or a similar material.

This must have been quite advanced equipment at the time, Xiao Buli thought while looking at the iron cabinet. Since it was a national project, both the technology and the materials were naturally of the highest quality. Xiao Buli recalled when he was seventeen or eighteen years old, he had received a pair of military hook boots from a cousin who was in the army. Those heavy boots, which in Xiao Buli’s view could kick a cow to death, lasted him five to six years. He later outgrew them and started to prefer branded shoes, so they were gradually replaced and picked up by his frugal father to wear again. If memory served, he saw those antique boots last year at his old home, still shining with a bit of polish, evidencing the superb quality of military gear.

Thirty years, neither too long nor too short, could this big fellow be brought back to life? Xiao Buli glanced at the machine before him, then at the spoon in his hand, feeling it was more reliable to trust in military-grade quality.

Without further ado, ignoring the Heart Demon in his mind that was scoffing at his wild fantasies, Xiao Buli began to study the equipment before him. This massive machine was obviously not meant to be operated by a single person. There was no display device on the entire rail, the monitor was in a room not far away that had an observation window. Xiao Buli conducted a brief inspection and roughly grasped its working principle. The metal cabinet before him resembled the central unit of a modern desktop computer, and that monitor alongside a complex console nearby must be the display and keyboard. Considering the technology level of the time, it was unlikely to be the WINDOWS system—the most probable was the DOS system. However, for Xiao Buli, who had a background in computing, this wasn’t a difficult matter. He checked the wiring again to ensure no short circuits due to aging had occurred, which was his greatest fear. It wouldn’t be too bad if he simply couldn’t figure it out for a while, but if a short circuit caused an explosion upon starting up, his only hope would vanish.

After double-checking everything, Xiao Buli found that the wires’ material quality from that time was genuinely commendable—not only was there little sign of deterioration, but possibly because of suitable indoor temperature and humidity, it didn’t even seem like it had been through thirty years of aging.

Everything ready, Xiao Buli located the huge power switch on the cabinet. It was an uncommon knife blade switch design nowadays, consisting of three thick metal plates and a white porcelain handle, looking hefty and solid.

Xiao Buli licked his lips, his heart beginning to beat violently with nervousness.

"Are you sure you want to gamble your future on this piece of scrap metal?" the voice of the Heart Demon arose in his mind.

"What, are you scared?" Xiao Buli spoke up as if challenging the Heart Demon, but he was also psyching himself up. While he talked, his hands did not stop. The weighty knife switch was slowly closed in his hands,

Clang clang~~ The sound of machinery whirring echoed by his ears, Xiao Buli cheered inwardly, hurriedly running back to the control room, lit up the computer screen, and watched rows of code scroll continuously on the blue screen.

It was a success, YES, Xiao Buli exclaimed in his heart, but he did not hear the Heart Demon’s response. "What’s the matter, have you admitted defeat?" It was the first time Xiao Buli had challenged the Heart Demon and had not gotten a reply. Xiao Buli couldn’t be bothered with it. Staring at the scrolling white characters on the screen, as the boot-up completed, Xiao Buli was about to operate, only to notice the white characters on the computer didn’t stop; the startup program was still running.

Recognizing the code, Xiao Buli was momentarily stunned. This machine turned out to be programmed to launch a death game directly. It seemed that thirty years ago, this machine had only served for this game. Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Xiao Buli ran to the bed outside.

He picked a bed that seemed still to be in good condition and lay down, putting the helmet on, and with a mindset of being prepared not to succeed yet earnest, he closed his eyes nervously.

The moment he completely shut his eyes, Xiao Buli felt a sharp pain in his head, as if something was being forcibly squeezed into his brain.

"Ahh~" Xiao Buli cried out in agony due to the tormenting pain, with no need to worry about appearances now. But before he could react further, he felt his whole self falling into the depths of boundless darkness, unable to resist.

Xiao Buli felt like he was continuously falling in the darkness, an excruciatingly unbearable sensation of pain and dizziness. His stomach began to convulse violently, and he felt like he was going to vomit any second.

Suddenly stumbling on something underfoot, Xiao Buli found himself sitting on the ground. Had he finally broken free? Enduring the lingering pain, he opened his eyes—only to find that he was no longer in the base’s room. The light in front of him was dim, the air was filled with a damp mildew smell, and there was the scent of burning oil lamps.

"Junior brother, you’re back? What did you see?" Xiao Buli was startled by this sudden voice. Whirling around, he saw a handsome young man in white, gazing at him with an inquiring look.(. Mobile users, please read at .)