After leaving the Weapon Vending Space, Luo Chuan sprawled half-reclined on the sofa, looking like a dispirited salted fish and radiating an air of lazy lethargy.
Yao Ziyan found it amusing and did not pay him much mind, heading upstairs alone to bring down breakfast.
There really was quite a lot, but a slight use of spiritual power to control it would suffice.
Luo Chuan glanced toward the stairs. The girl's slender figure vanished from sight. He yawned and casually browsed the community and feed.
Just as he had expected, the discussions were mostly about Fantasy World Construction, the newest application added to the holographic device.
Some shared guides on how to trigger all sorts of quests and better immerse oneself in the plot. Others speculated about when the boss would release brand-new Fantasy Worlds. Customers were never satisfied; there could never be too many new things in Origin Mall.
Because Luo Chuan had set restrictions, there naturally had not been much game progress after only a single day. Even so, customers had discovered many avenues worth exploring.
The origins of the Death Gods, why Yue had earned the favor of the Death Gods, the secrets of the World Security Bureau, the tender bonds and passions of the jianghu...
From a certain perspective, Fantasy Worlds were no different from the real world. It all depended on how customers chose to experience them.
Of course, the premise was that they followed the holographic device's usage rules.
If they forcibly did anything improper, they would face the judgment of the Nuclear Crab God. At best, they would receive a system warning and be publicly named across all applications; at worst, they would be blacklisted and never again allowed to enter the virtual world.
It was practically the same as becoming an unregistered