Not! You're Seriously Doing This??

In the real world, 7:00 a.m.

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

After getting up, washing up, and frying some eggs and bacon for a simple breakfast, he drove to the company.

The moment Zhang Wei sat down in his genuine leather office chair, three rhythmic knocks came from the office door.

"Come in."

The door opened.

A secretary in a well-tailored suit that accentuated her lovely figure stood in the doorway, holding a large package.

"Boss, you have a package."

"A package?" Zhang Wei was somewhat surprised. He pointed toward a corner. "Put it there first. I'll open it when I have time."

The secretary nodded. Whatever the boss said went.

After all, bosses could always talk back to secretaries. When had a secretary ever talked back to a boss?

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

After reviewing the progress of several more projects, Zhang Wei's eyes felt a little sore. He decided to take a break, and when he turned his head, he caught sight of the package.

"I don't think I've bought anything online lately. Why would I have a package?"

He moved the package onto the desk, took out a small knife, and cut through the tape.

When he tore open the antistatic bag inside, a chill metallic scent immediately rushed toward him.

A silver-gray helmet was embedded in the black shock-absorbing foam inside the box.

The helmet was exquisitely crafted.

It also bore a golden laurel wreath.

"Holy shit, the craftsmanship is insane."

As a Warhammer fan, Zhang Wei was naturally delighted to find something he liked.

He could not even be bothered to wonder where the helmet had come from.

Even if it had been delivered to the wrong person, he would find a way to buy it.

After examining it for a moment, Zhang Wei put on the helmet, wanting to see how it felt.

His vision plunged into darkness.

Then, golden points of light appeared in his field of vision, gradually gathering like living beings into the outline of a burning Double-Headed Eagle.

Binary data streams and incomprehensible rune code surged beneath it.

The game is loading. Please wait patiently.

"Damn, it's a gaming helmet! That group owner from the wage-slave chat group wasn't joking around? What the hell, he actually did it!"

"And I never registered an account or entered an address. How did he know my company was here?!"

Zhang Wei removed the helmet, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

He hurriedly opened his messaging app and checked the group chat.

By then, the group had also exploded, with messages rapidly flooding the screen.

Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "No way, Group Owner, you're seriously doing this? I received a gaming helmet."

Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "I got one too."

Blue Two-Headed Bird! Loyal: "How did the group owner know who made a reservation??"

Second Empire Warmaster: "I have to say, this gaming helmet really looks good."

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

Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "Yep, it was left outside my villa. I was shocked when our housekeeper brought it in!!"

Second Empire Warmaster: "My roommate picked mine up at the dorm entrance. My name was written on the package."

"..."

Zhang Wei frowned as he looked at the group chat.

What kind of background did the company behind the group owner have?

When they made their reservations, they had clearly not registered any identification information or addresses.

Yet the other party had accurately delivered the helmets straight into their hands.

How had they done it?

A mysterious organization from the dark web?

Or did the other party have state-level backing?

The group chat flashed again.

Blue Two-Headed Bird! Loyal: "The craftsmanship of this helmet is excellent. I tested it using equipment in the lab, but couldn't detect anything at all. It should be using experimental-grade shielding materials."

"The material cost of this helmet alone is probably over five hundred thousand. It should use brainwave technology and be locked to one person, so nobody else can use it."

Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "Now that you mention it, that's true. My girlfriend tried it just now, but she couldn't see the text or the Aquila I was talking about."

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Fuck, does technology like this really exist? Could the Warhammer virtual game the group owner mentioned actually be real?!"

Second Empire Warmaster: "Good heavens, a single helmet has a base cost of at least five hundred thousand? What kind of massive investment is this?!"

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

Second Empire Warmaster: ".! You're not kidding me, right?"

Blue Two-Headed Bird! Loyal: "Brainwave technology is being researched overseas, but it is nowhere near the application stage. The gaming helmets in your hands may be the first batch. Trading one for a limited-edition supercar wouldn't be a problem."

Second Empire Warmaster: "So I just casually threw a limited-edition supercar onto my bed? Oh God, I've committed such a terrible crime!!"

Spiky Hair is the Symbol of Strength: "What are you guys talking about? What helmet? What game?"

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

Spiky Hair is the Symbol of Strength: "No. It looked like a scam at first glance, so I didn't click it. I was afraid of getting a virus."

Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "Only the people who made reservations probably received helmets."

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

Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "You really live up to your username. You're always too late for the good stuff."

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

I Don't Want to be a Stinky Can: "@The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor, Group Owner, do you have a forum or official website or anything? Let me see what kind of game this is. The helmet alone is worth so much—what kind of person is your boss, to be able to throw money around like this!"

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

Seeing that someone had tagged him, Qin Yun, who had been lurking in the chat, sat down in front of the console and replied.

He had to get as many players into the game as possible in order to gain more Faith Points and strengthen himself.

Even if a Living Saint could revive, constantly getting killed was not a pleasant experience.

"@Guilliman is the Only Sun, sorry, the slots I managed to secure are limited. There are only fifteen. Wait for the next batch."

"@I Don't Want to be a Stinky Can, the game is still in closed beta. There is no forum and no official website. Everything about the game must remain confidential. Even if you want to take screenshots and post them, they must be reviewed before being published online."

Qin Yun added a confidentiality clause.

There were all sorts of monsters and demons in the Warhammer 40,000 Universe.

Some things could cause contamination merely by being spread.

If he accidentally contaminated the real world too, the consequences would be severe.

Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "Wow, Group Owner, the Group Owner is alive."

Second Empire Warmaster: "Group Owner, when will the game finish loading? Is it really a fully immersive simulated game?"

The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor: "Just wait patiently. Once it finishes loading, you'll be able to log into the game."

"A one-hundred-percent realistic immersive game. Absolutely worth the price."

Second Empire Warmaster: "Group Owner, can I sell the helmet? We'll split it fifty-fifty."

The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor: "No. Your helmets are bound to you personally, and nobody else can use them."

"When you made your reservations, the game's terms clearly stated that the helmets were only lent to you for testing."

"If you lend them to others in an attempt to steal company secrets, not only will the helmets be reclaimed, but you will permanently lose your testing qualifications."

"My boss can deliver these helmets to you, so naturally he can take them back as well. Excessive greed will not end well."

After sending that final message, Qin Yun stopped talking.

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

He could not explain everything too clearly.

He needed to leave some mystery for the players' imaginations to work with.

Wasn't the brain meant for filling in the blanks? What else was it for?!

The group fell quiet for a while before quickly becoming lively again.

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

They had not entered identification information or addresses when making their reservations, yet the other party had still delivered the helmets to them.

That meant their information was transparent to the other party.

If the game developer dared to send such valuable items into their hands, then it clearly had absolute confidence that it could take them back.

The group enthusiastically discussed what this closed-beta game would be like!!

They also discussed what kind of person the boss behind the group owner was!!

Within a few minutes, the group chat had already hit 99+ messages, showing just how excited everyone was.

The game loaded very slowly.

But as time passed, more and more of the Double-Headed Eagle lit up.

When Zhang Wei got off work and drove back to his apartment complex's underground parking garage,

he put the helmet on again and found that only a tiny part of the Aquila remained unlit.

It seemed the game would finish loading soon.

At that moment, his WeChat ringtone sounded.

The caller ID displayed Doesn't Eat Cilantro, along with a sexy female profile picture.

After he answered, a pleasant female voice came through.

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

"I'm busy. Not going."

Without hesitation, Zhang Wei hung up on her, grabbed the gaming helmet, and headed straight home.

After waiting for another hour or so,

the Aquila was completely illuminated.

Game loading complete. Recording personal information. Logging in shortly.

Welcome to the Warhammer Universe. We hope you have a wonderful gaming experience.

The illuminated golden Double-Headed Eagle suddenly erupted with intense radiance, making Zhang Wei instinctively close his eyes.

When the light faded and Zhang Wei saw everything before him, his eyes widened.

"Holy shit, it's this realistic??"

PS: Here's a meme to liven things up.

Unofficial history: Why the Wolf King wanted to kill the One-Eyed Ogryn.

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