Elden Ring, I'm Fucking Coming!

In 2043, brain-computer games began to flourish. The perfectly immersive experience drove countless gamers wild, but as a new gaming device, it had pitifully few exclusive titles. You could say even a dog would shake its head after seeing the selection, though the future looked promising.

Under such circumstances, there were always bold players unwilling to accept the status quo. One of them was Lucian, who was currently sitting in his gaming room, connecting his brain-computer interface to his computer with a data cable.

Lucian was porting games from other gaming devices to his brain-computer interface. This time, his target was Elden Ring, the game that had filled his childhood with countless shocks and fantasies.

What, you wanted to know how Lucian knew how to port games? Was he some software-development genius? Of course not. He was just a pure, aging shut-in nerd who had watched the endless porting tutorials appearing across major platforms online and decided to give it a try. Before this, he had already ported several games without any issues.

Normally speaking, since brain-computer interfaces had successfully entered the market, their safety was fully guaranteed. The automatic protection system would shut the interface down whenever it malfunctioned. Ordinary porting posed no problem at all, and its powerful optimization allowed all sorts of games to enjoy a second life on the interface. They simply could not offer the same perfect immersion as games made specifically for it.

With all those factors combined, Lucian finally passed on in peace. Accompanied by the crackling sound of his brain-computer interface burning out, he left this world. Hopefully, this tragic case would teach the great inventors a lesson.

In an abandoned chapel, Lucian, who had been lying prone on the floor, slowly woke up. Staring at the filthy carpet pressed against his face, his mind could not process things for a moment.

"A strange carpet... No, wait, my room doesn't have a carpet!"

Lucian jolted awake, and his not-so-bright brain started working again.

"I remember, I was... I was... Right, I was trying to port Elden Ring onto my brain-computer interface. Did it actually work?"

Lucian climbed to his feet. What greeted him was desolation: shattered chairs, a dim room, and sparse clumps of withered yellow grass growing from between the bricks. Yes, this was where Elden Ring began—the Chapel of Anticipation.

"I actually succeeded on the first try? Could I really be a genius?"

Lucian excitedly felt the armor on his body. Its icy touch, the damage left by battle... it all felt far too real.

"Ha ha! Elden Ring, I'm fucking coming!"

He paced and jumped around the cramped chapel, drew his longsword and slashed at the surrounding chairs, watching them shatter before him as he enjoyed this unparalleled "gaming experience."

The chapel was too dark. It was only after a while that Lucian found the Finger Maiden's corpse by a shadowed wall, along with the words she had left behind in her final moments.

'Even if the guidance has long since shattered, please become the Elden Lord.'

Looking at this Maiden, who had died before he ever had the chance to meet her, Lucian could not help sighing.

"Ugh, she's just an NPC whose name I don't even know, with barely any related text... but seeing her corpse still makes me feel a little bad."

"And being expected to carry everyone's hopes is kind of a lot of pressure for me too. I'm already sweating buckets, bro."

Lucian turned to leave, but suddenly wanted to see what she looked like. So he crouched before the Maiden and reached out to lift the veil obscuring half her face. However, her corpse was already lying on its side with her head turned, and the slight tug caused her hat to fall off.

Startled, Lucian instinctively picked up the hat. At that moment, a line of small text suddenly appeared before his eyes:

"Finger Maiden's Hat"

Lucian was immediately stunned.

This piece of equipment was not something that could be obtained here. Yet now, he had gotten it from a dead NPC. He had only ported the game in the most straightforward way and had made no changes to its contents, so where had this hat come from?

This game seemed to be getting a little strange. Faced with such an anomaly, Lucian suddenly felt afraid.

Thinking back on how real everything had felt just now, there was no way a forcibly ported game could perform like this on a brain-computer interface. Combined with the equipment that should not have appeared, a terrifying thought surfaced in his mind.

Maybe this was no longer a game.

He began trying to open the menu and quit the game, but what had once taken only a thought now could not be accomplished no matter what he did.

No matter how he called out, there was no response.

A hazy memory suddenly surfaced as well. It was the final fragment of Lucian's memories before death, the memory his body had forgotten for self-protection.

He had forgotten it all this time.

He had forgotten the pain of electric currents racing through his body. He had forgotten the fatal sound of the brain-computer interface malfunctioning and burning out.

Lucian suddenly remembered. He was already dead.

"To think I'd die like this... I only wanted to play a game..."

"I don't want to die yet..."

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