Zhang Chongshan was, without question, the purest kind of player.
Ever since the world had been gamified, everyone's reaction to this upheaval had been completely different.
Coastal cities had fallen into front lines, countless monsters spawning from the ruins of once-prosperous metropolises. The game system had descended with them, along with dungeons, skills, constructors—
Faced with all this, some people sank into despair, spending their days in constant fear. Some were wild with joy, believing this was the perfect era to break class ossification and rise up as their own masters. And others treated the whole thing entirely as a stealth virtual-reality game.
Zhang Chongshan belonged to the latter.
And from beginning to end, he had never changed his mind.
Everyone else, more or less, had been lost and afraid at some point, and had undergone some degree of change.
When they discovered that the monsters on the front lines were being held back by soldiers, they let out a long breath, felt things were no different from before, decided they could keep living just fine, and returned to their predetermined tracks.
When they discovered that dying in a dungeon, even if their survival points hit zero, would not immediately erase a player—the system would provide a fairly long grace period, allowing players to carry debt and repay it slowly—they began flooding madly into dungeons, fanatically pursuing extraordinary powers they could never have touched before.
When they discovered that the early system shop had blind boxes to gamble on, and that the mechanisms of civilian dungeons could be exploited, they began gambling on odds and scamming players.
Timid and hesitant, obsessed with gains and losses, reckless and lawless, selfish and cold, the law of the jungle—
Everyone had experienced a change in mindset during this great upheaval.
But Zhang Chongshan