“Apocalypse Game Milk Tea Truck / Author: Mofa Shaonü Tu Yingjun”
“Status: Updated through: Extra · Full Text Complete”
“Content Summary:
On September 9, 2999, an apocalyptic dungeon game descended upon Blue Star, randomly and forcibly dragging people in as players. The death rate reached an astonishing 98%; the fact that humanity did not go extinct could practically be called an interstellar miracle. By the third year of the game, relentless pressure had forced humankind to evolve. Everyone seemed to be a heaven-chosen superpowered prodigy, reborn people were everywhere, and Systems were as common as dogs. Humanity was brimming with confidence that this time they would definitely win—only to discover that the monsters on the other side had started cheating too.
The level cap could be raised without warning, dungeon monsters could chug potions, and bosses at critical health could slap on a buff before mutating. For fuck’s sake, did this damn game have any concept of balance?! Just when humanity had fallen into despair and thought this time they might truly be finished, a game legend quietly began to spread—if you called a mysterious delivery number, and the monster you were facing was broken enough, a righteous pink milk-tea truck would descend from the heavens, lace-trimmed little pennants fluttering as it swung its rear around and sent everything flying. Then you had to hand over everything you had earned from killing monsters and buy a cup of milk tea from the impossibly cocky owner, otherwise… Ahem.
Don’t ask whether the milk tea tastes good. It is the sweetness of surviving disaster, the mellow fragrance of life continuing! ————————————- To prevent humanity from achieving final victory, the game had quietly tampered with the players’ path of evolution: the stronger the individual, the more useless the ability they gained from evolving. For example, the little lunatic He Wuning received a Milk Tea Shop Management System, while Yi Luo, the Light of Humanity, awakened the strongest Repairman ability. He Wuning: “You fucking dogshit game, you’re trying to nerf me, aren’t you? Then I’ll nerf your bosses! Anything that breaks the balance has to die!” Yi Luo cooperatively raised his repair wrench. T
he Light of Humanity Is Really Like This × Don’t Come Near Me, Ruthless Brother He—My wheels will keep rolling forward. Even if I have to ride the most ridiculous one-wheeled parade cart, I will crush the crowns of the gods behind the curtain and usher in the final light of victory. [Upcoming novel, Win Back Earth [Cards], synopsis below:] The end of the world arrived in silence, and overnight, the entire Earth quietly disappeared. When Yan Li woke up, still clutching a frying pan and a rice bowl, he had been dragged into a card game between the civilizations of the heavens—this was the gods’ playground, and as long as you possessed enough strength, anything could be won here. —Ding-dong.
Registration for Novice Match No. 17 has begun. The winner may obtain 1% of “Planet Earth, Solar System, Milky Way.” Onlookers whispered among themselves: “Is Earth Civilization the one that was liquidated and went bankrupt not long ago? The carbon-based lifeforms there have almost exhausted its energy resources. There can’t be anything worthwhile left, can there?” Many people agreed: “Exactly. What would anyone even want a thing like that for? At best, you could use it for wasteland cultivation experiments!” Amid the crowd’s laughter, Yan Li clenched his fists. If you don’t want it, then give it back to us! Blood rushing to his head, the young man sat down on the ground and set up a street stall: “Don’t throw away cards you don’t want! Trade them here for stainless-steel basins!” A short while later, he took a hand full of terrible cards and went to register. An emotionless mechanical voice sounded: “Please fill in your registration information.” Name: Li. Affiliated civilization: Earth. Self-introduction: An utterly ordinary Earthling. Starting with a terrible hand, win back Earth. A certain evil god among the spectators: “Young people are so impatient. I haven’t even given him his beginner’s gift pack yet, so why is he already entering with someone else’s cards?” God of Radiance: “You’re obviously the one who drove him into a dead end, you twisted—”
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Main Text
First Cup
City A, a modern metropolis once famous for its international character, now looked about as far removed from the word “ordinary” as it was possible to get.
The bustling central business district that had once occupied the city center looked as though it had been abruptly stuffed into a vast, lush grassland. Steel city and nature appeared to be attempting a reconciliation; blades of grass crept over asphalt roads and modern skyscrapers, coating them in a thin veil of green.
Groups of slimes bounced meaninglessly around the grassland in packs. These jelly-like little monsters had low attack power and were the best practice targets for beginners. They seemed to obey some unspoken rule, showing no intention whatsoever of crossing the city boundary and approaching the forest of steel.
Even a bizarre sight that should have existed only inside a game no longer surprised the residents of City A—because this was a game-occupied zone.
On September 9, 2999, the Apocalypse Game descended upon Blue Star. Across the world, three cities—A, B, and C—were enveloped in dense fog, and their residents were forced to become “game players,” struggling to survive inside the game. These three cities, shrouded in fog and allowing entry but no exit, became known as “game-occupied zones.”
City A was located in China and was a major metropolis with a population of more than three million. Although countless people had fled of their own accord when the first abnormalities appeared in the sky, more than a million people were still forcibly dragged into the game.