Elden Ring, I'm Fucking Here!

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 dogs would shake their heads at it. The future looked promising.

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

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

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

Of course, under normal circumstances, the brain-computer interface had guaranteed safety features before it could ever be released. Its automatic protection system would shut it down whenever a malfunction occurred. Ordinary ports were no problem at all for it, and its powerful optimization could give all kinds of games a second life on the interface. They simply could not offer the same perfectly immersive experience as games designed exclusively for it.

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

In the abandoned chapel, Lucian slowly woke up from where he lay sprawled on the floor. Looking at the filthy carpet pressed against his face, his mind took a moment to catch up.

"A strange carpet... Wait, my room doesn't have a carpet!"

Lucian jolted upright, and his not-too-bright brain began working again.

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

Lucian climbed to his feet. What greeted his eyes was a scene of desolation: broken chairs, a dim room, and sparse yellowed weeds growing between the cracks in the bricks. Yes, this was where Elden Ring began—the Chapel of Anticipation.

"It worked on the first try? Could I really be a genius?"

Excitedly, Lucian felt around the armor on his body. Its cold touch, the damage left behind by battle... it all felt far too real.

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

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

The chapel was too dark. Only after a moment did Lucian find the corpse of the Finger Maiden by the shadowed wall, along with the words she had left behind in her final moments.

"Even if the guidance has long been shattered, please become the Elden Lord."

Looking at this witch, who had died before he ever got the chance to meet her, Lucian could not help but sigh.

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

"Besides, carrying someone else's expectations is pretty stressful for me too. I'm already sweating bullets, bro."

Lucian turned to leave, but suddenly wanted to see what she looked like. He crouched in front of the witch and reached out to lift the veil covering half her face. However, the corpse was already lying on its side with her head tilted, and that movement caused the 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 instantly taken aback.

This piece of equipment could not be obtained here, yet now he had gotten it from a dead NPC. He had only crudely ported the game and had not modified any of its content. So where had this hat come from?

This game seemed to have become 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 tried to open the menu and exit the game, but what had once taken no more than a thought now refused to work no matter what he did.

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

A blurry memory suddenly surfaced as well. It was the last fragment of memory from before Lucian's death, one his body had forgotten in order to protect itself.

He had forgotten it all this time.

He had forgotten the pain of electricity coursing 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 just wanted to play a game..."

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

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