Running the Game

Folk Customs Enthusiasts Association.

Headquarters.

Alarm lights flashed one after another.

"Report... werewolf players have appeared in Radiance City. Minister Sun has already led a team there to capture them!"

"A massive banyan tree has appeared in Peace City. Rumor has it that its roots suck blood... a special species from the game is suspected of invading reality. The local branch is requesting incendiary bomb support!"

"A 'vampire plague' has broken out in Leaf City. The entire city is on emergency alert!"

"Unidentified phantoms have been seen wandering Kun City at night... their various traits closely match the legendary 'ghosts'..."

"Latest news: the team led by Minister Sun Yinghong was ambushed by werewolf players. The entire force has been wiped out... Minister Sun—has died in battle!"

Gu Yuan stared blankly at the live broadcast, with only one thought in his heart: "The game has fully invaded reality... this world is about to descend into chaos."

Kun City.

Senior Director Anthony was heading for his private helicopter pad.

A game disaster had erupted here. It was simply far too dangerous.

And seeing all the reports of Association members dying in battle, he could no longer stop himself from wanting to flee.

But even fleeing required a certain finesse.

He clutched a black briefcase tightly in his arms. Inside were records of certain patterns in the ghosts' appearances.

This was precious intelligence he had obtained by ordering local Association members to explore at the cost of their lives.

I'm not running away. I'm going to headquarters for reinforcements, and to deliver critical intelligence... This classified information can't be sent over the internet. It must be kept absolutely confidential. Some of it is even top-secret information known only to me.

Thinking this, Anthony boarded the helicopter.

Soon, the rotors started up. The