Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 396 Confirmation
Meanwhile, several other players also expressed similar sentiments.

"If you can't sever ties with reality, you'll be severed by the game."

A tall, slender man sat on a small stool, his legs naturally stretched out, dressed in the fashion item "Spotted Pumpkin Fantasy".

The upper body is a round-neck shirt, thin and loose, with lantern sleeves, orange-yellow base color, decorated with neatly arranged black dots of different sizes, forming leaf stripes that are narrow at both ends and wide in the middle.

If he makes a hand-on-hips gesture, his upper body looks like a pumpkin branded with polka dots.

She wore dark green trousers with no particular design.

The masked face features geometric features, sharp angles, and straight lines.

Various random color blocks are pieced together, with high color saturation, making it look very abstract.

The personal space has clearly been renovated, with many dynamic pieces of furniture chosen, creating a highly designed and psychedelic atmosphere.

After studying the system notification for a while, he chuckled and made the above judgment.

However, being able to see through the answer at a glance does not mean that you can choose the answer immediately.

What he was laughing at was the current situation where, although there seemed to be a choice, in reality, there was no choice due to the consequences.

Everything within the game poses a hidden threat.

There's no point in dwelling on it.

The man simply logged off; there were some real-world matters he needed to handle properly.

After all, he couldn't guarantee that the so-called AI would execute his wishes 100%.

In another personal space.

"Sis, let's live in the game from now on and let AI help us earn money to support our family... Actually, having a tool that can learn and work for me has always been my dream."

A woman wearing a white striped dog headgear sat on a single sofa and made her choice almost without hesitation.

Behind her was a hazy, iridescent figure, floating like smoke, weightless. It could be vaguely discerned that she was a slender woman with long hair, and the style of her clothes, judging from the outline, should be a cheongsam.

Her face was smooth and featureless.

To be precise, she's like the kind of woman who only appears in dreams—seemingly perfect, yet unremarkable.

She bent down, brought her face close to the woman's, and said in a clear and gentle voice, "I'll do whatever you say."

Also online at the same time was a man dressed in a black outfit and a trench coat.

He wore a black smiling mask, his eyes were like bright red crescent moons, and his mouth was a white crescent moon.

When you speak, the crescent moon will deform and stretch.

"Do you really think you can walk away unscathed? You're too naive. The reality is that there's no easy way out. Permanent residency is nothing more than this test."

A black dagger engraved with blue patterns flipped and danced between his fingers, swift and fluid.

He had one leg curled up on the large sofa chair, while the other leg touched the ground, a wild and unrestrained posture.

He held the dagger between two fingers and tossed it upwards.

By the time the dagger flipped and landed, he had vanished.

If someone could look through the personal profiles of all the players who received the test qualification, they would be surprised to find that almost none of them confirmed the notification immediately, but instead chose to log off.

In reality, Wei Miao took off her helmet, sat quietly on the bed for a while, and sorted out her next actions.

Once she understood the situation, the first thing she did was call Wei Liang and explain Shan Yiwei's actions.

"With the introduction of permanent residency rights, players will have less time to interfere with reality, and it will be difficult to interfere with players through reality."

Wei Miao's priority is not real-world personal matters, but the shift in power brought about by the right to permanent residency. Players who choose the game will gain a digital version of immortality.

At that time, apart from in-game methods, players will not die from accidents in real life.

This could be a new opportunity for some terminally ill patients.

For some players who have become too prominent, this is a chance to escape.

However, because they still have relatives in real life, players still need to hide their identities to avoid bringing trouble to their families.

After all, some people don't follow the rules of the underworld when it comes to revenge.

Players have a limited-time opportunity to travel back and forth through the right of arrival, which separates them from reality but is not a permanent farewell.

Furthermore, because players' lives are no longer as important in reality as they are now, players can treat their lives as a one-time gamble to do things they would never have dared to do before.

The future will only be crazier than the present.

"I originally thought that being kind and righteous would allow me to live a little longer, but now it seems..."

Wei Miao thought for a moment: "However, only the test players know about the permanent residency rights. If someone else also makes a move before the weekend, perhaps that person is also a test player."

She didn't know what Shan Yiwei would choose; as long as the other party didn't have a choice, that would be fine.

Masquerade has clearly stated its intention to reduce the player's connection to reality, making reality no longer a threat to the player.

What Wei Miao is doing now is actually standing on the opposite side of the masquerade ball, forcibly sacrificing a player with an outsider's advantage, which is something the game does not approve of.

This can be considered a trial run for the game.

But Wei Miao guessed the game wouldn't react to this. It had already warned players to be careful about disguising themselves; once they chose to reveal their identities, they had to bear the consequences.

Players like Wei Miao will no longer have much of an advantage from outside the game.

The only advantage might be that their personal space is a bit more luxurious than others.

So the second thing she did was to transfer as much of her real-world wealth as possible into the game.

Although asset currency cannot affect a player's strength, inheriting the assets from the first life is a very reasonable strategy since one is starting a second life.

After emptying her bank account in one go, Wei Miao sat on the bed, staring at the neon-lit night view outside the window, looking unusually lost.

Although choosing to play games doesn't mean they're forever separated, she wasn't particularly saddened by the uncertain future.

Her emotions were like a bottomless void.

She felt that she had nothing left to do and could go back to her gaming career.

"Well... in essence, it's no different from going on a long trip; family and friends..."

Do we need to make a special trip to meet and show our concern?
Or is it a complete break?
"If we were to interpret the game's intention, it would be to help players achieve a permanent psychological break and truly accept that the future lies within the game."

That's what she said, but Wei Miao gave a self-deprecating laugh.

She is inherently cold and indifferent, and finds it difficult to be moved by the kindness of others. Now she has become so alienated that she is far removed from people.

"Okay, to be honest, I have no attachment to reality." Wei Miao calmly analyzed her true feelings, lay down again, and put on her helmet.

Welcome back!

[Note: Please make a choice regarding the "Permanent Residency Rights" issue! You have 71 hours to consider. Before making a choice, you will be banned from entering the community and instances. If you ultimately do not make a choice, it will be considered that you have voluntarily given up your permanent residency rights.]

Wei Miao: "I accept the right to permanent residency."

[WARNING: This is a critical decision, and once chosen, it cannot be reversed (except for tests)! Please think carefully and confirm your choice again!]

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