A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

Han Yingying stepped on the brakes.

The bread truck was stopped in the middle of the road.

The boy in the back seat leaned forward. "Why did you stop?"

Han Yingying ignored him. She looked at her hands.

She's not an ordinary player. She participated in the game's early testing. Or perhaps, she's one of the designers.

These memories were sealed away. Now, due to the overlap between reality and the game, they are beginning to revive.

She needed to find the man in the black trench coat. She had a gut feeling that the man was Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang has also lost his memory.

She pressed the accelerator again. The van crashed into the shared bicycle blocking its way.

She was going to the headquarters of Changsheng Biotechnology.

There's a supercomputer there. She can use that computer to forcibly connect to the relay station's underlying network.

The car drove to the intersection.

The traffic lights are not working. The traffic sign is lying on the ground.

Several black armored vehicles were parked at the intersection. Police tape had been put up.

"It's the military," the girl in the back seat shouted.

Han Yingying turned the steering wheel. The van turned into a side alley.

She didn't trust these people. Their appearance at this time strongly suggested that the Black Gold Security agents had changed their identities.

The alley was narrow. The van's rearview mirror scraped against the wall and fell to the ground.

There was no road ahead. It was a red brick wall.

Han Yingying parked the car and took out the car key.

"Get out of the car," she said.

She opened the car door and slung her canvas bag over her shoulder.

The boy and girl got off the bus.

"Where are we going?" the boy asked.

"Do whatever you want," Han Yingying said. "Don't follow me."

She walked to the brick wall, grabbed the top with both hands, and climbed over.

Behind the wall is an abandoned construction site.

Several black-scaled monsters were gnawing on the corpses of stray dogs on the ground.

Hearing the noise, the monster turned its head and looked at Han Yingying.

Han Yingying drew two short knives.

The images in her mind became clearer and clearer.

She saw herself slicing through the monsters' bodies with her lightsaber. Action. Angle. Point of force.

She walked towards the monster.

The first monster pounced.

Han Yingying turned to the side. Her left hand held the monster's bone blade, while her right hand plunged the knife into its eye.

He drew his sword. The monster fell to the ground.

The movements were fluid and seamless, entirely driven by muscle memory.

The second monster attacks from the side.

Han Yingying crouched down. The blade sliced ​​open the monster's abdomen. Intestines spilled out onto the ground.

The third monster jumped up and crashed down from above.

Han Yingying rolled on the spot. She got up and flung the short knife in her hand.

The blade pierced the monster's throat.

She walked over. She drew her dagger. She shook off the black blood.

Her breathing was steady.

She discovered she knew these monsters' weaknesses perfectly. This wasn't experience gained from games; it was instinct ingrained in her very being.

She walked through the construction site and came to a main street.

The headquarters building of Changsheng Biotechnology is right in front of us.

The building's glass curtain wall was mostly shattered, and black smoke was billowing from it.

Several black Mercedes-Benz vans were parked at the entrance.

Han Yingying walked over to a car and touched the hood. It was warm.

Someone just went in.

She opened the glass door of the building and went inside.

Several security guards lay dead in the lobby. Their necks had been snapped.

The elevator is out of service. The indicator light is off.

She walked toward the stairwell.

The supercomputer is located three floors underground.

She pushed open the stairwell door and started walking down.

The stairs were covered in blood.

When she reached the second basement level, she heard gunshots coming from below.

She slowed her pace and walked down the wall.

The fire door on the third basement level was ajar.

Han Yingying peeked through the crack in the door.

Inside the server room, several people wearing exoskeletons were removing hard drives from the servers and putting them into explosion-proof boxes.

The people from Black Gold Security. They're transferring data.

Han Yingying pushed open the door and went inside.

She didn't try to hide her footsteps. Her military boots made a sound on the paving stones.

The armored man turned his head and raised his automatic rifle.

"Who goes there?" the armored man in the lead shouted.

Han Yingying raised her pistol. She fired.

The armor-piercing shell struck the armored man in the chest. Sparks flew. It didn't penetrate.

The armored man opened fire.

Han Yingying hid behind a server rack.

The bullet hit the server rack. The rack's outer casing was shattered. Sparks flew from the motherboard inside.

She needs to be close.

She pulled a flashbang from her backpack, unplugged it, and threw it.

A white light appeared.

Han Yingying rushed out.

She slid in front of the lead armored man. Her short knife pierced the hydraulic hoses in the armor's leg.

The pipe broke. Hydraulic oil sprayed out.

The armored man knelt on one knee.

Han Yingying stood up. The tip of the knife pierced through the gap in the helmet.

The armored man fell to the ground.

The other two armored figures reacted. They pointed their guns at Han Yingying.

Han Yingying grabbed the corpse on the ground and held it in front of her.

The bullets hit the armor of the corpse.

She forcefully pushed the body towards the two men, then followed behind.

The impact caused all three to fall to the ground.

Han Yingying drew another short knife from her waist. She slashed with both hands, severing the carotid arteries of both men.

She stood up and wiped the blood from her face.

She walked to the control panel.

There is a red connector on it.

She took the USB drive out of her pocket and inserted it.

The screen lights up. Password required.

She entered Li Changsheng's fingerprint password. Incorrect.

The permissions have been changed.

She slammed her hand on the keyboard.

Without this computer, she couldn't contact the transit station.

The lights overhead started flashing.

The temperature in the server room began to drop. Cold air was blowing out of the ventilation ducts.

Han Yingying turned her head.

A person emerged from the shadows in the corner.

Wearing a gray trench coat. Wearing a faceless mask.

Masked man.

"You're late," the masked man said. His voice was processed by a voice changer. Mechanical. Cold.

"I've taken the data. The network nodes here will self-destruct immediately."

Han Yingying gripped the short knife tightly. "Who exactly are you?"

"I am a businessman," the masked man said. "Someone has offered a high price for all of your lives."

The masked man raised his hand. In his hand was a silver remote control.

"Goodbye, White Night." The masked man pressed the button.

The servers in the server room started smoking. An alarm went off.

The masked man's body transformed into a pile of blue data code and disappeared from the spot.

Han Yingying looked at the smoking server.

She ran to the control panel and began typing on the keyboard.

She needed to send a message before it self-destructed.

A message to Zhou Lang.

The countdown on the screen shows ten seconds left.

She entered the coordinates and clicked send.

[Send failed. Network connection interrupted.]

Han Yingying pulled out the USB drive. She turned and ran outside.

Transit station.

Zhou Lang carried a chainsaw and walked down the red street.

Liu Wei is on the left. Lao Ma is on the right.

At the intersection ahead, two groups of people are fighting.

One group was dressed in black suits. They were from the Black Gold Guild.

The other group consists of black-scaled monsters.

The Black Gold crew suppressed the monsters with heavy firepower. Machine guns fired. Grenades exploded.

Zhou Lang stopped in his tracks.

His goal was to cross the intersection and reach the communications tower on the other side.

"Brother Zhou. Shall we take a detour?" Liu Wei changed a magazine.

"No detours," Zhou Lang said. "There's only one communications tower."

He observed the battle situation.