The whole nation: You're put to survive on a desolate planet, you'll be running an alien b

The voice channel was deathly silent.

That polite "check the water meter" seemed to possess some kind of magic, drilling into the ears of everyone present through the internet cable, then climbing up their spines, bringing a chill to their very bones.

"A mad dog?"

"Crazy Dragon, Let's Start Over," he called out tentatively, his voice hoarse.

No one answered.

In the voice channel, the avatar of the ID representing "Mad Dragon, Mad Dog" went dark.

He disconnected.

No, to be more precise, the internet cable was unplugged from the real world.

The festive atmosphere on the city wall vanished completely. Thousands of players seemed to be frozen in place, their hands trembling as they gripped their weapons.

The player who was just laughing at the alien for being stupid now felt a burning pain in their cheek.

The clown is actually myself?

"Damn it! What are you all standing there for?!"

Mad Dragon, starting over, suddenly realized what was happening and roared fiercely.

"This must be a coincidence! That mad dog somehow leaked my personal information!"

"That bastard must have found out the mad dog's address beforehand and is deliberately using this underhanded tactic to scare us!"

He tried to calm the troops, but everyone could hear the tremor in his voice.

No one is afraid of threats in the game.

At worst, you'll just drop a level and lose a few pieces of equipment.

But now, the enemy has a knife to reality's throat.

[Guild] Immovable Mountain: Guild leader, what... what should we do now?

[Guild] Roasted Chicken Wings: Yeah, guild leader, this is fucking weird.

The atmosphere in the channel was tense and uneasy.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

"Crazy Dragon, let's start over!" he roared, trying to bolster his spirits.

"He might be able to find one mad dog, but how could he possibly find thousands of us?"

"It's all fake information, how can he possibly investigate it!"

"Cheer up, everyone! He's run out of tricks! As long as we hold our ground, he's nothing but a fart!"

……

Inside the game pod at the Cloud Top Villa.

Li Haotian has exited the game interface.

On the virtual screen in front of him, what was jumping around was no longer a comical battlefield, but a waterfall of refreshing green data streams.

[Soul coordinates marked: 107/107]

[Data collection complete, generating associated network paths...]

[Path generation successful, initiating reverse tracing of physical address...]

In the center of the screen, a complex network graph is rapidly being constructed, with countless points of light flashing, connecting, and finally converging on it.

Each point of light represents a player who was just shouting on the city wall.

"Click".

Li Haotian chewed on a potato chip and casually tapped on the control panel.

An Excel spreadsheet popped up.

The first row of the table is the clear table header.

Name, Game ID, ID Card Number, Home Address, Frequently Used Mobile Phone Number, Linked Bank Card, Social Media Accounts, Source of Funding...

Li Haotian looked at the form as if he were admiring a work of art.

The soul imprints collected by the Hive Mindset are unique.

Under the rules of the God System, it is more fundamental and harder to forge than any encrypted information.

By following this line, you can uncover all the aliases a person uses in the online world.

Li Haotian slowly saved the table and named it "Roster of Core Members of the Mad Dragon Guild".

Then, he packaged the file and sent it to both of them.

Su Wan.

And in a manor far away in South America, there is Scorpion, the new leader of the "Purgatory" organization.

In the email he sent to Su Wan, he only included one sentence.

"Go with the list, Sister Su, don't hold back this time."

The email sent to the scorpion was even simpler.

"The top-ranked patron's exclusive mission is to smash these people's real-world businesses to pieces."

After finishing all this, Li Haotian stretched, leaned back in his chair, reopened the game forum, and began reading the hilarious comments from netizens with great interest.

It was as if what had just been sent out wasn't a death warrant, but rather a trivial work briefing.

……

In the study of the villa.

Su Wan looked at the Excel spreadsheet that popped up in her encrypted email and opened it.

When she saw the incredibly detailed contents, her hand holding the coffee cup trembled uncontrollably.

She was completely unaware that hot coffee had spilled on the back of her hand.

She had witnessed Li Haotian's unbelievable methods before, but this time, she was still shocked.

This is no longer a business tactic, nor can it be explained by hacking techniques.

This is a power possessed only by gods.

She took a deep breath and dialed an encrypted number.

"Launch the 'Pangu' Project with unlimited funding."

"The target list has been sent to your email."

"Yes, leave no room for compromise, wipe them... off the face of the earth."

……

South America.

Inside the brightly lit underground base.

Scorpion stared at the same document on the screen, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, and finally to undisguised fear.

She scrolled down to the last row of the table and saw the clear number.

107 people.

The information about each person was so detailed that it was as if the person were standing naked in front of her.

Especially the last column, "[Source of Funding]".

It clearly lists the names of the several financial backers of the Mad Dragon Guild, and even details their money laundering channels.

"devil……"

The scorpion muttered to itself.

She finally realized how worthwhile her previous fifty million dollars had been.

That wasn't a transaction; that was money to buy one's life.

Buy the right to survive.

She dared not delay in the slightest and immediately connected to the organization's highest communications.

"Initiate the 'cleaning' protocol."

"Use all means necessary to bankrupt all related companies on the list within 24 hours."

"For all individuals, investigate their criminal records, and send them to jail without exception."

"Remember, this is the will of 'that man,' at any cost!"

……

In the game.

Mad Dragon, Starting Over Again, was still desperately trying to boost morale.

"Brothers! Hold on! He's out of options!"

"As long as we hold out, victory will be ours!"

"Once we defeat him, every brother who participated in today's battle will receive 100,000 gold coins!"

With the generous reward, the players' morale recovered somewhat.

Just then.

In the guild channel, a player with the ID "A Man Like the Wind" suddenly let out a terrified scream.

[Guild] Wind-like Man: Damn! My wife called and said our company account has been frozen! They say I'm suspected of illegal fundraising!

The scream was like a signal.

Immediately, the channel erupted in chaos.

[Guild] Immovable as a Mountain: Me...me too! My dad just called and yelled at me, saying the tax bureau is investigating the company! There are police everywhere at the gate!

[Guild] Roasted Chicken Wings: I'm doomed! I just received a text message saying my credit card was stolen and three million was charged to me! I'm in debt now!

[Guild] I Love a Piece of Wood: My account... my game account has been forcibly logged out! It says my identity information is suspected of being illegal, and my account has been permanently banned!

"boom!"

One piece of bad news after another struck Mad Dragon, who was starting over again, like a heavy hammer.

He stood blankly on the command tower, watching the wailing constantly flooding the guild channel, watching one familiar ID after another go dark.

His proud guild crumbled in just a few minutes.

It wasn't destroyed by monsters in the game.

Instead, they were strangled one by one from the real world by an unseen hand.

He finally understood.

This was never a game from the start.

This is an execution.

And he, and his guild, were the sacrifices.

"Thump."

Kuanglong, starting over, collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way.

He stared at the world bulletin board, which remained calm and undisturbed, as if nothing had happened, his eyes filled with endless fear and regret.

He remembered the announcement about the one million survival points.

He recalled the comical aliens the other party had sent him.

I recalled that casual phrase, "check the water meter."

It turns out that the other party didn't come to fight at all.

The other party... came to call out names.