This Time, I'm the Player

On the bustling streets, the coming and going of vehicles and pedestrians create a unique scene in modern cities, and on both sides of the streets, alleys spread out like a spider web.

At the entrance of a pedestrian street adjacent to residential buildings, a delivery station had just opened its doors, and one or two delivery trucks from different courier companies were parked in front of the station, waiting for the station staff to receive their packages.

Feng Xue held his phone, leaning against a lamppost by the roadside, looking like an ordinary person engrossed in their phone. But his gaze, or rather, the focus of his gaze, remained fixed on that small rest stop.

Yesterday at midnight, the Mysterious Game Company opened reservations for its open Open Beta test.

According to online rumors, the game company's mysterious delivery will arrive the day after you complete the reservation and receive the activation code, delivered via normal courier service.

After drinking a bottle of Lucky Yogurt, Feng Xue naturally grabbed one of the million activation codes distributed this time, and then he began to stake out the location.

It's worth mentioning that, to avoid the situation where the package was delivered the moment of the appointment but the message wasn't sent until the next day, Feng Xue made the appointment while squatting outside the station.

And now, it's time to wait...

As Feng Xue pondered this in his heart, a large number of Garbled Code and fields suddenly flashed before his eyes. His mind focused instantly, and with the blessing he had gained from burning the [Martial God] fuel these past few days, time seemed to freeze at this moment.

What was frozen was not time itself, but rather Feng Xue's consciousness, which had been pushed to a terrifying speed that surpassed the limits of human nerve reflexes—a divine realm that only informational beings Weird Tale those in the supernatural could reach.

Endless Garbled Code coalesced almost in slow motion in the direction Feng Xue's Golden Finger was aiming, weaving together distinct elements before finally merging completely. In that instant, Feng Xue finally saw what he wanted to see—

A Supernatural Tale Fire.

However, that wasn't Weird Tale belonging to the game company or the game "Jianghu," but rather a Weird Tale a deliveryman—

Trait: Mysterious Delivery

Tag: [Express Delivery], [Discreet], [Fast], [Exclusive]

Description: These are dedicated couriers belonging to Mysterious Game Company, responsible for delivering Game Helmet to various stations. No one knows who they are, or when the couriers appear, but they do appear. Even the package codes are entered into the stations without anyone noticing, and a delivery SMS is sent to the recipient.

Perhaps because this Weird Tale made no attempt to conceal Supernatural Tale Fire supernatural nature, Feng Xue clearly saw all the information he could gather. Although he didn't see any powers or Real World Rules, he could basically imagine them.

The only problem is...

This Weird Tale has almost no physical form.

Or rather, this thing is closer to a phantom than a Phantom Object Weird Tale.

"This is interesting. No matter how much it resembles Phantom Object, that thing is definitely a Weird Tale. The delivery of the helmet is less like a courier service and more like it was made on the spot. It's Weird Tale about creating a corresponding item without rituals under certain rules. It sounds quite like some Innate Supernatural Tale with relatively weak consciousness."

Time, which had been almost frozen in Feng Xue's vision, slowly resumed its flow. Although the martial gods he had burned recently were just some small fry, it didn't mean he hadn't gained anything. In a sense, this act of burning firewood was almost equivalent to "devouring the Progenitor Supernatural Tale".

If using the Divine Authority normally is like borrowing money at exorbitant interest rates, where a slight misstep could lead to financial ruin, then his current actions are like borrowing money and then killing the loan shark, so that he doesn't have to repay the principal, let alone the interest.

--Although in principle these loan sharks are actually long dead (they just come back to life), this can't even be called digging up the graves of the extinct; it can only be called scavenging.

In other words, it acted as a decomposer for "nature".

For now, these minor martial gods have provided Feng Xue with a considerable legacy: the power she previously used, which was close to stopping time.

In the Eastern Kingdom, there is a clear, underlying concept for gods who are actually human (gods who have ascended from humans): "Cultivating a certain skill to the point of divine attainment," which is the so-called "One Thought Connects to God."

Feng Xue has acquired hundreds of such unique skills for free. Although they are not very useful individually (otherwise he wouldn't be a Wild God), they can be combined to create all sorts of amazing moves when specific types are put together.

Take the ability to "divide time with eyesight" that I just used as an example. It's basically the standard answer that you see something but your body can't react in time. But if you combine it with the ability to "weigh the world with your will," which is basically a deified application of your aura, you can achieve an absurd effect that's almost like having another Star Platinum.

Most importantly, these abilities are open and readily available; they don't even require consuming [consciousness] to activate, but rather directly draw from the public pool of [Martial God]'s power.

When everyone else is afraid to use it, but she is the only one who dares to use it, Feng Xue's actions are practically tantamount to misappropriating public funds.

But who can blame them when those true martial gods can't come back to life?

"Hmm, alright, maybe there are some alive in the upper levels of the Tower of Babel, but I doubt they're very strong, or they're like Cain who wouldn't dare to devour anything indiscriminately, otherwise these small fry wouldn't have been left for me."

Feng Xue shook her head, putting aside her exploration of the [Martial God]'s power, and opened her phone's message page, where she indeed saw the text message about picking up the package.

This made him even more curious about the game.

Ultimately, given the obvious anomaly, the fact that the authorities failed to investigate suggests only two possibilities in Feng Xue's mind—

First, the authorities investigated, but found nothing.

Second, this thing was created by the government itself.

Considering that no other Weird Tale have been found in this world yet (the delivery service can only be considered an ancillary one, similar to the Weird Tale where the executioner becomes an ancillary member of the Scales Organization after death), the latter possibility is not very high. In other words, the authorities are currently in a state where they cannot find anything, cannot prohibit it, and can only wait and see if they can gain some benefits from it.

Suppressing her urge to contact the authorities directly, Feng Xue took the package to the room she had booked nearby, unpacked it, and took out the helmet that she had to look at every time she used the Real World Rules.

"Well then, let I Think if I can log in... I wonder if this crappy game even has a GM."

Feng Xue muttered to herself as she completed the helmet configuration according to the instructions, then lay down on the bed with it on.

Inside the full-coverage helmet, Dark Hole. Feng Xue gently pressed a button and whispered:

"Die Big Head Lincoln!"