No! Are you serious??

Reality, 7 AM.

The alarm clock rang, and Zhang Wei opened his eyes reflexively.

After getting up and washing, he made a simple breakfast of fried eggs and Bacon, then drove to the company.

Zhang Wei had just settled into his leather office chair when three rhythmic knocks came from the office door.

"Come in."

The door opened.

The secretary, dressed in a well-fitting suit that accentuated her figure, stood at the door holding a large package.

"Boss, you have a package."

"A package?" Zhang Wei was a little surprised, pointing to a corner. "Just put it there for now. I'll open it when I have time."

The secretary nodded, whatever the boss said.

After all, it was always the boss who talked back to the secretary, never the other way around.

After putting down the package, the secretary closed the door and left.

After reviewing the progress of several projects, Zhang Wei felt a little eye strain, so he decided to take a break, and turned his head to glance at the package.

"I don't think I've ordered anything online recently? How come there's a package?"

Carrying the package to the table, Zhang Wei took a knife and cut the tape.

Tearing open the anti-static packaging bag inside the package, a cold metallic aura instantly hit him.

Embedded in the black shock-absorbing foam inside the box was a silver-gray helmet.

The helmet was very exquisitely made.

It also had a golden laurel wreath around it.

"Damn, this craftsmanship is invincible."

As a Warhammer fan, Zhang Wei was naturally eager to get his hands on it.

He didn't even want to think about how the helmet got here.

Even if it was sent by mistake, he would have to find a way to buy it.

After examining it, Zhang Wei put on the helmet to see what it felt like.

Darkness fell before his eyes.

Then, golden light spots leaped into his vision, gradually converging into a burning Double-Headed Eagle outline, as if alive.

Below, binary data streams and incomprehensible rune codes surged.

[Game is loading, please wait patiently.]

"Damn, it's a game helmet! Was that group owner in the Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor just joking?! How did he know my company was here, and I didn't register an account or fill in an address!!"

Zhang Wei took off the helmet with a ghostly expression.

He quickly opened his messaging app to check the chat group messages.

At this time, the group was also exploding, with messages scrolling quickly.

Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "Wait, are you serious, group owner? I received a game helmet."

Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "Me too."

Blue Double-Headed Bird! Loyalty: "How did the group owner know who the applicants were??"

Second Empire Warmaster: "I have to say, this game helmet is really good-looking."

Most Ballsy Bro of Warhammer: "You all received helmets?"

Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "Yes, it was placed at the door of my villa. My aunt was surprised when she brought it over!!"

Second Empire Warmaster: "My roommate got it at the entrance of the dormitory, with my name written on the package."

". . ."

Looking at the group chat messages, Zhang Wei frowned.

What kind of company is behind the group owner!

When booking, they clearly did not register identity information and addresses.

The other party's helmet can be accurately delivered to their hands.

How was this done?

A mysterious organization from the dark web?

Or is there national-level power involved behind the other party?

The group message flashed again.

Blue Double-Headed Bird! Loyalty: "The craftsmanship of this helmet is very good. I used the equipment in the laboratory to test it, and found that nothing could be detected. It should be using experimental-grade shielding materials."

"The material cost of this helmet alone is probably over half a million. It must be using brainwave technology, locked to the individual, so others can't use it."

Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "No kidding, it's true. My girlfriend just tried it, and she couldn't see the text or the Aquila I was talking about."

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Holy crap, does this technology really exist? Could it be that the group owner's Warhammer virtual game is real?!"

Second Empire Warmaster: "Good heavens, a helmet with a cost price starting at half a million, what kind of big spender is this?!"

Most Ballsy Bro of Warhammer: "That's just the material cost. If you factor in the advanced technology inside, one helmet could probably be traded for a sports car."

Second Empire Warmaster: "...! Are you kidding me?"

Blue Double-Headed Bird! Loyalty: "Brainwave technology is being researched abroad, but it's far from being applied. The game helmets you have might be the first batch. Trading it for a limited-edition supercar isn't a problem."

Second Empire Warmaster: "So, I just casually tossed a limited-edition supercar on my bed? Heavens, I've committed such a terrible crime!!"

Pigtails are the Symbol of the Strong: "What are you guys talking about? What helmet, what game?"

Second Empire Warmaster: "Didn't you make a reservation?"

Pigtails are the Symbol of the Strong: "No, it looked like a scam, so I didn't click on it, afraid of getting a virus."

Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "I guess only people who made a reservation got the helmet."

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Why can't I make a reservation now? Are there only fifteen slots? A moment of hesitation, and I missed out on a limited-edition sports car."

Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "You really live up to your online name, always missing out on the good stuff."

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Waaah, I want a game helmet too, so I can trade it for a limited-edition supercar."

I Don't Want to be a Stinky Can: "@The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor, does the group owner have a forum or official website, so I can see what kind of game it is? Just the helmet is so valuable, what kind of person is your boss, to be able to spend like this!"

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Group owner, quickly release a few more reservation slots. The great Regent of the Imperium needs to return to his loyal Macragge."

Seeing someone @ him, Qin Yun, who was lurking, sat down at the console to reply to them.

He needed to get as many players into the game as possible to gain more Faith Points and increase his strength.

Even if a Living Saint can be resurrected, being killed all the time isn't exactly pleasant.

"@Guilliman is the Only Sun, sorry, the number of slots I managed to get is limited, only fifteen. Maybe next time."

"@I Don't Want to be a Stinky Can, the game is still in closed beta, there's no forum or official website. Everything about the game must be kept secret. Even if you want to take screenshots and post them, they have to be reviewed before they can be posted online."

Qin Yun added a confidentiality patch.

The Warhammer 40k universe has so many freaks and monsters.

Some things can bring about corruption just by being spread.

If he accidentally contaminates the real world, the sin would be too great.

Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "Wow, group owner, it's the real group owner."

Second Empire Warmaster: "Group owner, when will the game finish loading? Is it really a full-dive VR game?"

The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor: "Just be patient and wait for it to load, then you can log in."

"A 100% realistic immersive game, definitely worth more than its value."

Second Empire Warmaster: "Group owner, can I sell the helmet? We can split the money 50/50."

The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor: "No, your helmets are bound to the individual, others can't use them."

"When you made the reservation, the game terms and conditions made it very clear that the helmets are only lent to you for testing."

"If you rent them to others with the intention of stealing my company's secrets, not only will the helmets be confiscated, but you will also permanently lose your testing privileges."

"This helmet, my boss can send it to your hands, and naturally can also take it away, being too greedy will not end well."

After sending the last message, Qin Yun stopped talking.

The more he said, the more flaws he would reveal.

He couldn't explain everything clearly.

He had to leave some mystery for the players to use their imagination.

Isn't the brain for imagining things, what else is it for!!

The group was quiet for a while, then quickly became lively again.

After Qin Yun's warning, everyone tacitly stopped talking about exchanging the helmets for money.

They didn't fill in their ID information or address when they made the reservation, but the other party was still able to send it over.

Which meant that their information was transparent in the other party's eyes.

The game developer dared to send such valuable things to their hands, which meant that they were absolutely confident that they could take them back.

The group was enthusiastically discussing what the closed beta game was like!!

And discussing what kind of person the boss behind the group owner was!!

In just a few minutes, the group messages exceeded 99+, which showed how enthusiastic everyone was.

The game loading speed was very slow.

But as time went by, more and more areas of the Aquila lit up.

After Zhang Wei got off work, he drove back to the underground parking lot of his apartment complex.

He put on his helmet again, noticing that the Aquila was only a sliver away from being fully lit.

It looked like the game was about to load.

Just then, his WeChat notification went off.

The display showed "(No Cilantro)" along with a sexy female avatar.

He answered, and a pleasant female voice came from the other end.

"Zhang Wei, let's go out to dinner tonight. I bought a new dress and a Balenciaga outfit. I want to wear them for you to see."

"Busy, can't go."

Zhang Wei hung up without hesitation and headed straight home with the gaming helmet.

After waiting for another hour or so, The Aquila was completely lit.

[Game loaded. Recording personal information. Logging in.]
[Welcome to the Warhammer universe. We hope you have a wonderful gaming experience.]

The lit-up golden Aquila suddenly burst into a brilliant light, causing Zhang Wei to instinctively close his eyes.

When the light faded, Zhang Wei saw what was in front of him and his eyes widened.

"Holy crap, is this for real??"

P.S. Here's a meme to liven things up.

Unofficial History: The reason why Leman Russ wanted to kill One-Eyed Ogryn.

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