The meme infection virus had already gone beyond the bounds of common sense. It ignored every restriction imposed by physical isolation and had become a terrifying memory virus.
But that did not mean the virus was invincible. First, using the skill required sacrificing one hundred percent of his health.
After dying and respawning, Ke Meng would no longer instantly kill players who had yet to log in.
Ke Meng looked at the pictures Nara had sent him, overwhelmed with emotion.
Life and death were separated by a single instant. Good or bad, anyone who knew his in-game name had been poisoned and died suddenly.
His level had also shot straight up to 650, before his experience finally froze after a few seconds and stopped increasing.
"So this is A Meng Poison," Ke Meng murmured.
Having created such a terrifying virus through the game, Ke Meng felt a fire blazing inside him.
It was not senseless anger, but a kind of exhilaration. It could also be called human desire.
Ke Meng could feel abnormal hormonal secretions in his body, repeatedly stimulating his brain and filling him with boundless pleasure, as though he stood above everyone else.
But soon, after a few minutes, Ke Meng calmed down and cast aside that arrogant exhilaration.
"Now no one should dare interfere with my leveling again," Ke Meng murmured.
Nara and Nina were bosses whose pleasure lay in toying with the mortal world. Ke Meng was an anomaly among players. Even if his player account became unplayable, he still had his main account, Cthulhu, to play on, so neither of them intended to toy with him.
Still, they might have had plans in mind that they had yet to act on.
Ke Meng did not log out. Instead, he put the Faceless Mask back on