Really Armed with a Knife

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Before the young people lay a city that never sleeps, shrouded in gloom and filled with the constant rain of electronic devices.

This environment made young people think about their careers and their living conditions.

"Carry a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night"

"Name confirmed. Please wait to enter the Cyber World. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5..."

Even though the young man hadn't played many games, he couldn't help but be taken aback. Was it over already?

The next moment, a force of gravity pushed him forward, and the young man was suddenly thrust into this blurry world. Everything began to become clear: thick, radioactive clouds, torrential rain, and a sci-fi city in the downpour.

"Aren't the special effects in this game a little too good?"

On a rainy night, carrying a knife but no umbrella, everything went dark.

When he woke up again, his left eye vision was blurry and his right eye vision was completely black.

Hearing is normal, though.

"Hey, do you think we can get away with this and transform the natives into androids? Isn't that just pointless?"

"The higher-ups only want androids, what can I do? I'll just have to make do with them, since they're all outsiders anyway."

A strong squeezing sensation came from my right eye socket, followed by intense pain.

Before the game started, the pain level could actually be adjusted, but since I was carrying a knife on a rainy night without an umbrella and thought I was just playing a stupid game by my own will, I filled in 100% almost without hesitation.

Now he regrets it.

Fortunately, he gritted his teeth and didn't scream.

As the swelling subsided, the vision in my right eye went from dark to blurry, and then gradually became clearer over time.

Taking advantage of this moment, he opened the panel, where the main attribute was a series of 4s.

So, the game character's attributes aren't determined by the player's physical abilities, but rather by randomness?

As his vision cleared, Yu Ye, carrying a knife but no umbrella, discreetly glanced around to make sure everyone was moving before sitting up.

Contrary to expectations of a high-tech environment, this place felt more like a clandestine workshop, giving off a "carry a knife but no umbrella" vibe on a rainy night.

The cramped room, the blackened walls, the plastic buckets filled with blood-red liquid, the scattered pots and pans, and the large welding equipment.

"Holy crap, this is exciting right from the start?"

"Where is this? The kitchen where I ordered takeout?"

The three players recognized their friend almost immediately. The reason was simple: among the dozen or so androids with distorted features and erratic movements, the three of them were considered quite normal.

The three of them naturally huddled together.

"What should I call you, brother?"

"I love Baozi."

"I'm a muscle king."

"Carry a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night."

"I love Baozi" and "I'm a muscle man" exchanged a glance and were filled with awe.

"So he's a literary master!"

"I have read your work more than once, and each time I am so engrossed in it that I cannot put it down and cannot sleep at night."

He was silent for a moment, carrying a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night, before changing the subject.

"Is there any information we can exchange?"

Baozi and Muscle Man exchanged a glance, a big question mark flashing in their eyes.

Someone who dares to use such a username must be someone who wears their arrogance on their sleeve, right?

Isn't it overt flirting, or covert lewdness?

"Well, let me go first. I woke up earlier and heard from the NPCs that they seem to be planning to create a batch of androids and then sell us to a factory," Baozi said first.

"You want us to work illegally? Are you kidding me!"

"I think this might be a mission, and maybe it will allow me to change jobs."

"Change jobs? What? Eunuch? Do you think this is like joining the Eastern Depot?" Big Muscle Man complained.

What do you think?

The two looked at the literary master.

"Someone's coming!"

He carried a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night, rolled his eyes, and moved his hands and feet like he was doing a zombie dance, just like other androids.

Is this guy a dancer? He looks so much like one!

The two subconsciously imitated each other, and although they didn't resemble other androids, they didn't resemble normal people either.

"Hey, it's just a game, does it have to be this realistic?"

"Who cares? Just don't be the first to stick your neck out."

Muscle King and Baozi whispered to each other.

The iron gate was opened, and an NPC impatiently pounded on a projected drum. Each pounding produced a tangible sonic wave effect in the air.

Stimulated by the sound, the androids twisted their bodies strangely and walked towards the door.

Wow, that's pretty high-tech.

"What's so special about this? Didn't you see that the other side has a robotic arm?"

The man carrying a knife but no umbrella frowned as he glanced at the two men, then quietly lagged behind and slipped a carving knife into his hand.

"A level 5 cyborg with a disproportionate upper and lower body means they likely only modified one arm. If you get close, you have a chance to kill them."

There were three android production rooms in the black workshop. At this moment, more than forty androids walked out unsteadily.

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"Any fellow players here?" an android suddenly called out, looking around.

Just as Big Muscle Man was about to reply, Baozi tugged at him.

A fierce glint flashed in the NPC's eyes, and he took three steps at a time to stand in front of him.

"Are you the village chief? Do you have any responsibilities—"

Before the other party could finish speaking, the NPC's mechanical fist appeared and landed on his face with a 'bang'. The crushing power of twice the normal strength instantly dealt a critical hit.

"Holy crap, that's fierce!"

"Holy crap, there's no pixelation! How did this game pass censorship?"

Fists rained down, blood spurted everywhere, and in just a few seconds, the player's health was depleted, and he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

"There's one that wasn't properly modified."

The NPC muttered to himself, wiping the blood off his hands on the player. Just as he was about to get up, an android suddenly rushed out of the crowd, its ferocity so intense it seemed like it wanted to take the player down with it. It slammed the "Newbie Village Winter Soldier" to the ground, then lunged forward, its hands clamping tightly around the player's neck. The carving knife was precisely plunged into a major blood vessel, while the five fingers of its other hand were firmly wedged into the gaps of the mechanical arm. Even as the finger bones were broken and the flesh was ground to shreds, it did not let go.

And this minced meat conveniently interfered with the use of the other party's robotic arm.

Ten seconds later, the "Winter Soldier from the Beginner Village" bled to death.

With the stunned expressions of Big Muscle and Baozi, Yu Ye, carrying a knife but no umbrella, barely paused. He added the two attribute points he had upgraded to stamina, flipped over and stood up, ripped off the other's electronic drum controller, and shoved the pistol from the other's waist into his own.

Soon, under his control, the forty-odd androids advanced towards the door like a horde of zombies.

He then rejoined the group on a rainy night, carrying a knife but no umbrella, and disappeared amidst his strange movements.

This operation was performed so smoothly that it took no more than ten seconds.

Soon, gunshots rang out outside.

Big Muscle Man and Baozi exchanged a glance and rushed out, just in time to see Yu Ye, carrying a knife but no umbrella, pushing a corpse off a truck.

"Are you getting on the bus or not?" he asked, carrying a knife but no umbrella in the rainy night.

"Go! Go! Go!"

"Experienced driver, please give me a ride!"