Chapter 4 Virtual Games (Collection Wanted)

  In his senior year, Ye Ming rented a house by himself. At that time, he was somewhat weak in school and his roommate was extremely arrogant, often bullying him. Having no other choice, he had to rent a house outside to live.

  Although Ye Ming is no longer afraid of those roommates, he has already rented a house outside and many things will have to be done in this house from now on.

  Crunch

  Pushing open the door and turning on the dim lamp, Ye Ming sat down on the bed with some fatigue.

  So far, he has not walked out of the strange rebirth.

  Facing the sky lamp for a moment, Ye Ming turned on the TV, and at this time, it was playing the lottery number drawing.

  After a moment of contemplation, Ye Ming took out his phone again and dialed Zhao Weilong's number.

  "Ye Ming, thinking of me?" Zhao Weilong's voice was still as decadent as ever, but he had a deep friendship with Ye Ming and spoke with some joking.

  "You're absolutely right."

  Ye Ming smiled and said: "Weilong, I want to ask you something. Do you still have the lottery numbers from ten years ago?"

  "Ten years ago?"

  Zhao Weilong was taken aback and then said: "Why are you asking this?"

  "It's useful." Ye Ming said briefly.

  "So which one do you want? Double Color Ball? 26 choose 5? 36 choose 7? Or..."

  Ye Ming only knew that this guy claimed to be the 'Lottery King', but now he realized that this guy really had two brushes. He could say so, and must have had lottery tickets from ten years ago. For a whole decade, he made money and bought lottery tickets, until he was as poor as himself, and still hadn't started a family.

  "What lottery makes the most money?" Ye Ming asked.

  "Of course it's Double Color Ball."

  As soon as the lottery was mentioned, Zhao Weilong immediately became interested and said: "The highest prize for the Double Color Ball is 5 million yuan, but it depends on how much money is in the prize pool. Sometimes it may reach 10 million yuan, but winning is very difficult. However, if you buy a correct note, then you will be rich. The Double Color Ball lottery is drawn three times a week, on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, with each note costing two yuan..."

  Ye Ming shook his head with a mixture of laughter and tears, it seemed that this guy thought he also wanted to try his luck.

  Although I really want to buy lottery tickets, I'm not relying on luck.

  "Like this, you go find the lottery from ten years ago, it's after issue 2030092, if you find it, just give me a call and let me know, I'll take a good look."

  Finally, Ye Ming emphasized again: "It's after the 2030092 issue, if you can help me find it, I'll thank you for a lifetime."

  "Depend on..."

  ……

  Hanging up the phone, Ye Ming lay on his bed, staring at the somewhat worn-out and even rain-soaked ceiling, lost in thought.

  The reason why I want the lottery after 2030092 is that at this time, the TV broadcast is 2030092, and he missed the previous numbers, even if he wants to, it's useless.

  Now, Ye Ming can only pray that Zhao Weilong will keep the lottery ticket from ten years ago. He knows how enthusiastic Zhao Weilong is about the lottery, but after all, it has been ten years, and Ye Ming is still worried in his heart.

  Bored out of his mind, Ye Ming picked up his phone and randomly tapped on it.

  Have to say, this ultra-advanced solar-powered mobile phone has many software that Ye Ming doesn't understand. Fortunately, the font is in Chinese; otherwise, Ye Ming might not even be able to find the keyboard.

  Suddenly, a screen popped up in front of me. It was a virtual game, and it seemed to be a private server. The scene showed that it was still a monster-killing leveling game.

  Anyway, there's nothing to do now, Ye Ming lightly clicked on it, and the screen immediately entered.

  "Whoosh"

  When the game screen popped up, Ye Ming suddenly found that his consciousness had been brought into the game. In front of him were some snarling yellow dogs and lynx cats, low-level monsters.

  "Virtual game?" Ye Ming was somewhat surprised.

  By 2030, virtual games had long been popular, and many virtual headsets and virtual game warehouses had been released. Various types of games were also being developed with the continuous advancement of technology.

  Ye Ming had never played this type of virtual game before, and suddenly became interested.

  "Choose your race." — "Demon race."

  "Choose your technique." — "Jiǔ Lóng Mó Jīng" (Nine Dragons Devil Scripture).

  "Choose your energy." — "Tian Long Magic Yuan."

  Soon, Ye Ming had established his character, but he didn't know that as he immersed himself in the game, confirming his race, cultivating his skills, and managing his energy, his entire body was surrounded by a dark black energy. This energy slowly seeped into Ye Ming's body, without him noticing.

  "Woof! Woof!"

  Ye Ming had just established his character when a large yellow dog rushed towards him. Ye Ming's figure flashed to the side, and he was shocked to find himself appearing ten meters away.

  "Not a bad game."

  Ye Ming finally understood why so many people were drawn to virtual games like this one, which offered a 100% virtual experience and gave players superhuman powers that no one could resist.

  Gradually adjusting his strength, Ye Ming threw a punch, directly hitting the big yellow dog's body. With a loud crash, just one punch was enough to smash its skull and make blood spurt out wildly.

  Ye Ming furrowed his brow, wiping the fresh blood off his hands. This game was made to be a bit too realistic, he thought. In other games, monsters would just disappear after being killed, but in this one, not only did they not disappear, but even left behind bloodstains on his hands. The smell of blood that shouldn't have been there made Ye Ming's nose twitch.

  "Is this a game?"

  Ye Ming suddenly felt a bit bewildered in his heart, but the next moment, he let out a bitter laugh and secretly thought to himself that being reborn had scared him silly. If it weren't for the game, how could he possibly have such strength that allowed him to jump ten meters in an instant and kill a dog with just one punch?

  Those big yellow dogs, lynx cats and other low-level monsters didn't make Ye Ming think too much. Seeing Ye Ming punch one of their own kind to death, they all let out a shrill cry and charged at Ye Ming.

  Ye Ming's figure flashed, and he retreated several meters back. Then his fists rained down like raindrops, one punch at a time. Those low-level monsters didn't have any power to resist, and in less than a minute, Ye Ming had killed over a hundred of them.

  Feeling the extremely pungent and bloody smell, Ye Ming's eyebrows furrowed deeply, he summoned the painting frame, clicked on 'Exit Game', and his consciousness immediately returned to his mind.

  "The game is too realistic, it seems like it's not a good thing either." Ye Ming muttered to himself.

  Suddenly, Ye Ming was stunned on the spot, his eyes staring blankly at his own hands, the pungent smell of blood rushed to his face, and the crimson color made Ye Ming stunned like a wooden chicken.

  "What's going on?"

  After a while, Ye Ming furrowed his brow tightly, the changes in his mood over the years allowing him to remain calm and composed in the face of unexpected events. Although he was shocked in his heart, he remained very calm.

  "Is it because of that game?"

  "How is this possible? After all, a game is just a game. If even real people can enter the game, what's the point of calling it a game?"

  Ye Ming knew that even after ten years, even with more advanced technology, and even with higher virtual reality, there had never been a game that allowed players to enter with their real bodies.

  He slightly furrowed his brow, the smell of blood was too pungent, and besides, having both hands covered in fresh blood wasn't a good thing. Ye Ming opened the door to the room and walked towards the bathroom.

  "Boom!"

  One step down, crossing a distance of three meters, Ye Ming's body directly crashed onto the wall.

  "What's going on? What's really going on?"

  Even with Ye Ming's state of mind at this time, he couldn't calm down for a while.

  If there were no walls blocking it, this step of mine would probably span nearly ten meters.

  One step down, ten meters away, in a modern metropolis that is extremely skeptical of ghosts and gods, what concept is this? A martial arts master? A powerful cultivator?

  No matter if it's a martial arts master or a powerful cultivator, Ye Ming just wants to know what's going on with all of this.

  "It must be that game!"

  Reborn, connected by phone to the future, playing virtual games to enhance his own strength. At this moment, Ye Ming was a bit dizzy, even if his mood was calm and peaceful.

  It took a good while before Ye Ming adjusted, with the posture of adjusting in the game, retracting all his strength, taking a light step forward, and instantly recovering to normal.

  "It's that game after all!"

  Ye Ming now fully understood that his current strength was all due to that game.

  After figuring it out, Ye Ming didn't feel anxious or afraid. Instead, his face was filled with excitement.

  At this moment, I'm probably someone who can be easily trampled by special forces from those countries.