You've been ruined by games all your life!

Chapter 8 The big one is coming!
On Friday, Qingbing returned home, kicked off her cumbersome high heels, threw away her handbag, and then took off her clothes, revealing her youthful curves, before gracefully jumping into the deep-sea aquarium.

This is a habit of all deep-sea gamers worldwide: after returning home, instead of eating and taking a shower, they take off their clothes and go straight into the deep-sea game.

"Open the DeepSea Forum and log in with ID [Iced Cola]"

Qingbing was able to perform one last action before losing consciousness.

[ID: Iced Cola]

[Status: Under Deep Dive]

The next second, a dazzling ice floe appeared in front of her. She stepped on it, and a large group of penguins surrounded her.

"Sister Bing, Sister Bing, there seems to be some activity in that dungeon you were following before!"

A penguin with blue feathers flapped its wings at Qingbing, trying to get her attention.

"Hmm? The Shibuya Incident dungeon? I guessed it back then. If a monster like the Water Clock can instantly kill players with millions of equipment, this dungeon must be something special."

Qingbing shook the iced cola in her hand, and the slender-waisted, long-legged penguin-like queen slurped the cola up in one gulp.

"Burp~ Winter theme, it has to be paired with iced cola to be refreshing!" The mature penguin burped.

"Sis, what season don't you drink iced cola?" the blue penguin asked in surprise, but was quickly pushed away by the other penguins who crowded up to it.

"Sis, sis, look at me! I saw a live stream here, and two players are talking about the Shibuya Incident!"

"Another gimmicky livestream selling insider information, I'm not watching." The mature woman tossed her penguin head and made to leave.

Qingbing is the 1001st player on the [Deep Sea Ranking], which proves that she has at least three experiences of evacuating from the secret book worth millions.

This means that she is a "deep-sea gold digger," and in reality, she is also a teacher at a deep-sea university.

These players who flocked to her all wanted Qingbing to mentor them and teach them the techniques to "get rich overnight".

"Tonight at 8:30, Shibuya Grand Stage, if you're called, come."

Behind me, a male voice with a half-smile came from the live broadcast room.

"Bring your gear, sharpen your swords, and come to the Hanzomon Line, Tokyo's largest subway line, to experience the most painful day of your gaming career."

Two sentences piqued Qing Bingke's curiosity.

Who is this man?
How dare he assert that the major event involving the secret manuscript of the Shibuya Incident will happen today?

Logically, Qingbing didn't want to believe Chen's words, but the man's tender tone added a lot of credibility to them.

Unlike many insider tipsters who readily declare "something big is coming," Chen Lai dares to make predictions, including the location, time, and intensity of major events.

"Call on."

As the number 1001 deep-sea gold digger, Qingbing is very decisive. After all, it's just equipment worth 50,000 yuan, so he'll just take it if he wants.

Before the whirlpool of the Shibuya Incident, countless penguins suddenly lined up to jump into the water.

In the live stream of Absolute Ferocious Tiger, Chen Lai's "prophecy" was taking effect, and the number of players in the [Shibuya Incident] secret book was rapidly increasing, soon to exceed a thousand.

But this is the limit. Not all players can afford the 50,000 yuan investment in raid preparations. At this point, there will be more players blocking evacuation points and ambushing others, making the entire raid extremely chaotic.

"Because of what you said, this confidential document will become very chaotic tonight."

Jue Xiong Hu looked at the influx of traffic into the live stream and was both amused and exasperated.

Chen glanced at the time; the sun was about to set again. Winter days are short and nights are long, and there were still three hours until the Shibuya Incident.

He stubbed out his cigarette on the lunchbox, climbed down from the dangerous edge of the rooftop, and looked at the fierce tiger arguing with the comments section.

"It's good to add random ingredients. It's like decocting Chinese medicine. Only when a dozen or twenty kinds of herbs are put into the pot together can the medicinal properties be brought out." As soon as he finished speaking, an old man and a young man walked out of the passageway on the rooftop. The old man had a full head of white hair and black eyes, while the young man had blond hair and was quite tall.

The spirit medium group has arrived!

"In a moment, I will transfer the physical information of Fuheshen'er into your body. Hmm, Heaven and Tyrant, this power is meant for us to use."

"Okay, okay, Grandma, you're so long-winded... Hey, who are you?"

Huang Mao had sharp eyes; as soon as he got to the rooftop, he saw Chen Lai standing not far away, and Jue Xiong Hu sitting on the edge of the rooftop.

"Tsk, what a nuisance. These new sorcerers seem to have appeared out of nowhere, they're like a persistent ghost."

The blond-haired man was disgusted by the player, a cold light emanating from his glasses, and blue magical power gathered in his hands.

"Kill them, then get down to business. Don't waste time."

The old woman, leaning on her cane, walked to the side and began to inscribe a spirit-summoning array.

The blond-haired man licked his lips and walked towards Chen Lai and his companion.

"I've been tracking these two curse masters before," a player with the ID [Da Xi Wang] suddenly spoke up in the live chat.

"I think I saw your post on the forum before. Those two sorcerers are level two, right?" the chat quickly asked.

“No,” the Great Western King denied. “Under normal circumstances, they should be at the level of a level two sorcerer, but after they are summoned, they will reach the level of a level one sorcerer.”

"Is that right?"

Chen Lai listened to the barrage of comments from the ferocious tiger, and an excited look appeared on his face.

"Then we need to deal with them even faster!"

The dark blue police uniforms flashed by in the wind, and the Shibuya Metropolitan Police Department badge gleamed in the night.

"Hey, I'm talking to you..."

Before Huang Mao could finish speaking, Chen Lai had already rushed in front of him, his smile wicked and arrogant.

He held the blond-haired man's back with one hand, making him a better "chopping board," and raised his right fist high in the chilling night.

"Holy crap, six sets of divine power!" the ferocious tiger exclaimed in surprise.

Yes, the [Heaven and Curse] skill, which costs 150,000 yuan and only strengthens the body, is simply too exaggerated in terms of melee combat stats. Chen Lai's speed is no different from teleportation.

The next second, a heavy punch was thrown, striking the blond-haired man in the abdomen. His body leaned forward in a shrimp-like shape, and the chewing gum he was chewing sprayed forward.

"What a joke! Are you from the Zen-in family?!"

Yellow Hair knelt in front of Chen Lai, vomiting as he loudly asked.

He couldn't understand why, in the world of sorcery, the only known possessors of "Heaven and Curse" were either the already deceased Fukushige or Zenin Maki, who was studying at the Sorcery Academy.

This guy in front of me has no magical power, but his physical talent is so terrifying... But isn't Zenin Maki a woman?
Chen Lai didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed the blond-haired man by the hair and lifted him up like a dead dog.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Chen Lai pounded his fist on Huang Mao's face like a pile driver. He controlled his strength; he didn't want Huang Mao to die. He wanted to keep the guy alive to coerce the white-haired old woman.

The old woman had just put down the tent when she turned around and saw that her grandson had almost been beaten to death by Chen Lai.

Her pupils contracted; the man before her gave her the feeling of facing a ferocious beast.

"Is...is it possible to reconcile?"

(End of this chapter)