After blood accidentally splattered onto the computer again.
The computer that had never been able to power on suddenly started up.
A flood of information poured into his mind.
This computer was the vessel of the Cursed Game.
As long as he spread the Cursed Game and caused people to die within it, he would gain an endless stream of power.
From the very beginning.
The Cursed Game had merely been a game that provided information. He could only seek out those with the weakest willpower and use words, information, and guidance to crush their resolve.
Some chose to take revenge on their enemies.
Some chose self-destruction.
Once the Cursed Game had absorbed enough power, it gradually evolved, becoming capable of luring and controlling others from afar.
By now, it could even create monsters in reality.
Zhao Qian slowly began to enjoy it.
He treated the world as a massive game arena, with everyone else as NPCs.
And he was the only player in this world.
He did not care whether the NPCs lived or died. As long as he could keep leveling up, control more and more monsters, and make the Cursed Game increasingly powerful.
Then wouldn't he, the one who controlled the Cursed Game, become a godlike being?
To those ordinary people, he was a god who could turn the clouds with one hand and summon rain with the other, freely controlling their lives.
He had always thought this was a single-player game.
As long as he kept leveling up, the entire world would sooner or later fall under his control.
Then Xiao Xuan appeared.
And slapped him hard across the face.
Xiao Xuan's existence told Zhao Qian.
That he was not the only special person in the world.
He was not the only player with abilities.
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