Chapter 210: Chapter 205 – Attacking People Through the Internet Cable
“Ah?”
“The donkey of the production team,” with over ten years of web literature reading experience, immediately recognized that this was content from “Infinite Horror” he had read in middle school.
His first reaction was to look for the close button in the upper right corner.
He couldn’t find it.
“Could it really be that I have to enter the main god space?”
The “donkey of the production team” hovered his mouse over the “Yes” button below, with his index finger on the left button, but he didn’t click.
Although he had enjoyed reading “Infinite Horror” back in the day, the thought of potentially dying made him lose interest.
He clicked the lower left corner to restart the computer.
The screen went black, but that dialog box remained centered, frozen in place.
The “donkey of the production team” sensed something was wrong. He pressed the power button on the host, and after a moment, the computer screen went off.
The dialog box remained.
He unplugged the computer, and the dialog box was still there.
“Hiss.”
The “donkey of the production team,” acting swiftly, took out his phone, opened the camera, and the phone screen slowly activated the camera.
“Come on, come on! Don’t disappear!”
Finally, when the camera opened, he aimed his cheap phone at the screen, ready to take a shot.
In the phone’s display, he only saw a black computer screen.
He gritted his teeth, and a big scoop of news was lost.
But when the “donkey of the production team” shifted his gaze from the phone screen to the computer screen…
The blinding white dialog box was still there.
He looked again several times and confirmed it was a supernatural event. He put his phone in his pocket, stood up, casually picked up the air conditioning remote to turn it off, ran to the door, slipped on his sandals, and placed his hand on the doorknob, ready to escape.
The “donkey of the production team” didn’t want to end up in “Infinite Horror,” unless someone guaranteed in writing that crossing over would involve hanging, and that the world he would enter would be significantly better, where looks would surpass reality by three grades. Then he might consider it.
When he opened the door, he instead saw his rental room, not the corridor.
Delivery boxes were strewn against the wall, a mess everywhere, and the floor hadn’t been cleaned in two weeks, looking somewhat dirty.
The “donkey of the production team” was stunned, turned back to see the same scene and couldn’t believe it.
Why did opening the door to go out lead him back into his rental room?
It seemed as if a mysterious force had copied and pasted his rental room, connected it to the doorway, and placed them together.
The “donkey of the production team” didn’t believe it.
He pushed open the door, stepped into the outside rental room, everything felt very familiar.
On the glass stainless steel computer desk bought for three hundred yuan, there was a desktop computer, a mechanical keyboard, an electric kettle, and a bowl with grease at the bottom.
Fake. It must be fake.
The “donkey of the production team” sat down in the computer chair, and the computer screen still displayed the glaring white dialog box.
“Do you want to understand the meaning of life?”
The “donkey of the production team” believed his life was satisfying; what job could be easier than working only two hours a day?
So, he had no intention of exploring the meaning of life.
He turned on the computer, and the screen lit up, booting in just over ten seconds due to the SSD.
He opened QQ; the group chat had few members but was very active, with a group mate nicknamed “Boss” continuously posting suggestive images, repeatedly saying:
“This is me.”
“This is me.”
“This is me.”
All featuring curvy, sexy, mature women.
The “donkey of the production team” quickly typed in the chat box: “@all members, brothers, I seem to have encountered something strange.”
“I have a pop-up on my screen that I can’t close, asking ‘Do you want to understand the meaning of life?'”
In no time…
A few lurking group members popped up to reply.
“Is the boss going to the main god space?”
“What’s this meme?”
“You’re calling everyone out for this?”
“No pictures, no point.”
The “donkey of the production team” skillfully took a screenshot and posted it in the group.
“Wow, it’s real.”
“When did the group owner start giving brothers a thrill?”
“Are you going to be Hua Ru?”
The boss sent another suggestive image, saying, “This is me.”
He seemed to have contracted some illness, like an apprentice learning magic, trying to cast magic through this cryptic phrase “this is me.”
Everyone was having fun.
The “donkey of the production team” wanted to join the fun, but upon confirming that everyone inside was a real person, a chill ran down his spine.
This unknown mysterious power truly was not trivial.
What did the other party want him to do?
The “donkey of the production team” prepared to stand up; he decided to try and see how to escape this nested rental situation.
But just then, someone in the QQ group replied to him:
“I clicked yes for you; when you change, remember to let the brothers enjoy.”
It was just a joke.
But the dialog box on the computer screen didn’t think so.
The “donkey of the production team” witnessed an invisible mouse click the “Yes” button. The dialog box disappeared, but the “donkey of the production team” felt it jump out of the screen.
An invisible loach drilled into his warm chest, penetrating deep into his heart.
He clutched his chest, trembling, and leaned over on the desk.
He didn’t know how long it was before he woke up.
Like waking from a dream, the familiar rental room environment surrounded him, and the computer screen emitted light.
But the “donkey of the production team” was certain that he hadn’t just been dreaming.
Because when he felt sleepy, he directly lay down on his bed to sleep.
Furthermore, there was an open notepad on the desk with a line of text written on it.
“System Reminder:”
“The esteemed and supreme existence has bestowed upon your small and humble soul an incomparably great power.”
“You can now directly attack someone in a physical manner via online methods, such as giving someone a slap.”
“In addition, please be reminded, if you don’t want to die, you must at least attack one hundred people online.”
“After completing the task, if you have other prayers or wishes, you may write them in the notepad.”
The “donkey of the production team” suddenly stood up from the computer chair, quickly ran to the front of the door, twisted the doorknob, and rushed out without even putting on his sandals.
Outside was no longer another rental room, but the corridor.
He ran down the stairs, dashed to the bottom of the building, and onto the street, still shaken. Only when he saw a nearby noodle shop did he remember he hadn’t finished his lunch, so he went and ate a meal.
After filling up, the “donkey of the production team” calmed down.
Although the death threat was just soft, weak words, judging from what had just happened, that unknown existence really could kill him.
However, the “donkey of the production team” held onto a fluke mentality and didn’t truly believe he might die.
He returned to the rental place, intending to explore this so-called great power.
Sitting in the computer chair, the “donkey of the production team” wasted no time and opened Bilibili, clicking on private messages. The discussion atmosphere on Bilibili was typically negative, where it’s common to insult people via private message and then block them, making it impossible for the other party to retaliate.
The “donkey of the production team” opened a stranger’s private message; after reading a few, his blood pressure shot up.
He remembered that the people who insulted him accused him of being a casual player. The “donkey of the production team” sent a screenshot of his gaming hours—one thousand hours.
The reply was: “Heh, honest man.”
That was mild.
There were several others with attacks against female relatives.
The “donkey of the production team” explored the ability to strike through the internet cable and soon figured out how to use it.
He stared at the ID, saw a blurred face before him, and waved his hand, but his palm touched something real, only to disappear again.
He didn’t know if it had worked.
The “donkey of the production team” replicated the process for all those who insulted him in private messages. After finishing…
His blood pressure was down, but now he was very worried about the effects, unsure if he had followed the wishes of the mysterious existence and “attacked” others physically.
There was no feedback.
The “donkey of the production team” opened a well-known live streaming platform and randomly entered a female streamer’s live room.
Watching the real person in the live stream, he stared at her, the blurred face appearing before him.
Inside, the female streamer was laughing while playing a game.
Faced with a real person, the “donkey of the production team” felt very hesitant and guilty. He raised his hand, merely flicking his index finger at the blurred face.
“Slap!”
A clear five-finger mark appeared on the beautiful, fair face of the female streamer. She swayed and fell from her chair.
The “donkey of the production team’s” conscience felt as if it had been stomped on, and he too felt a burning pain on his face.
