Chapter 3: Login
“Buzz——— Buzz———————”
After turning off the phone alarm, Zane sat up.
He seemed to have fallen asleep around two or three in the morning yesterday, and he didn’t even remember what he dreamed about. He felt so tired…
Gazing ahead, he gradually regained his focus. Right, the game “Dream of the Mists” opens at 8 o’clock!
He glanced at his phone; it was now 7:55!?
Was he seeing things? He had clearly set the alarm for 7:30, and he lost track of time for 25 minutes!
Brother Shiu hadn’t called him either; whatever, he needed to hurry.
After spending a minute freshening up, he opened a bottle of milk and grabbed some bread, swallowing them in one go, then raised the milk.
“Gulugulu”
“Refreshing”
He casually tossed the trash into the bin and walked into the living room, only to find Brother Shiu already wearing the helmet, lounging on the sofa waiting.
This guy had taken the best spot.
Sigh, who told him this was his territory? Zane had no choice but to sit on a nearby chair and put on the helmet.
…
The moment he put it on, it felt like stepping into a completely different world.
Zane walked through a dark corridor, with a dazzling light point swirling around him.
“This is…” Zane reached out to touch it, when the light point spoke.
“Hello, Player number 16784235. Your iris has been successfully bound to the game helmet. There are 53 seconds until the game launch; please wait patiently during this time.”
A mechanical female voice echoed.
At the same time, a delicate large door appeared out of thin air ahead. Numbers were flickering on it, 53, 52, 51.
It seemed he would have to wait for the time to pass before he could go through.
Speaking of which, he seemed to need to choose a race.
“Hey, Little Spirit?” Zane asked the light point.
“Little Spirit’s naming is successful. Hello, I am your personal assistant, Little Spirit. Is there anything you would like to ask, Master?” The light point transformed into a cute chibi image.
“…” That naming was a bit too hasty, wasn’t it!?
“Does Master have any questions?” the Little Spirit asked again.
“Can I choose my name and race now?”
The Little Spirit shook its head. “To prevent some players from maliciously registering IDs, registration can only be done after the game launches.”
“Alright.” As he spoke, the countdown reached 20.
19
18
…
2
1
0!
At the moment the number turned to zero, the door dissolved into particles, and the original position was filled with unknown white light.
“Master, after stepping through this door, you can register.” The Little Spirit announced at the right moment.
“Okay!” Zane replied. It was the golden moment of the game launch; he had to establish an advantage over most players. This way, he could snowball that advantage later… Not daydreaming anymore, let’s go!
After stepping through the door, the scene changed, and Zane found himself in a new space.
A text box appeared in front of him.
Zane decisively typed in the ID he had long decided on – Zanny.
Confirm!
“Ding”
System Notification: This ID has already been registered.
? Zane slowly typed a question mark. Were people registering this quickly??
Then—Fengchen Yanhua.
Confirm!
“Ding”
“This ID has not been used. Do you confirm the registration?”
Yes!
“Registration successful!”
“Next, please select your race.” The Little Spirit’s voice echoed, and three figures appeared in front of Zane.
They corresponded to three races.
On the left was the Beast Race, with bulging muscles and orange-red skin, giving off a sense of power even from a distance. Although it resembled his own appearance, transforming into a wild orc like that… was still hard to praise. Pass.
In the middle was the Human Race. It looked almost identical to his current appearance, the only difference being the attire, wearing formal armor and looking somewhat handsome. Cough, let’s take a look at the Elf Race.
The Elf Race featured fair skin, pointed ears, and his sharp gaze gave an elegant beauty.
However, Zane decided to choose the Human Race. Although the other two races had their distinct characteristics, they felt somewhat unhuman.
Furthermore, Brother Shiu had mentioned wanting to play a Human Mage, so he might as well follow suit. If their races were different, it would be troublesome if they couldn’t team up to level up in the early stages.
“I choose Human Race.”
The confirmation prompt appeared once again.
Confirm!
Suddenly, the three shadowy figures of the races disappeared, replaced by a battlefield.
A chaotic melee of tens of thousands!
The Human Race, Elf Race, and Beast Race each occupied part of the area, with the Human Race taking up the largest land, constituting a quarter of the entire battlefield.
Opposing them was a dark mass of skeleton troops.
They remained silent, standing like puppets on the battlefield, awaiting orders to attack.
Occasionally, dragons and griffins flew by overhead, stirring up gusts of wind.
The battlefield was on the verge of exploding.
The first to strike was the Human cavalry.
About 5,000 strong, each member bore an emblem of a burning sword on their shoulder, looking remarkably valiant.
Clearly, the skeleton army could not withstand this sharp assault, as the cavalry charged through decisively! The morale of the Humans surged correspondingly, and the resonant sound of war drums spread across the battlefield, marking the signal to start the full-scale battle.
The clash of sharp blades, the duel of magical elements, and the dragons roaring as they spewed flames—all of it infected the hearts of everyone present. The two big characters formed in the sky—“Dream of the Mists.”
Then, a fierce crack appeared in the front, ultimately shattering.
Zane was enveloped in a white light beam and, as the glow faded, he also vanished.
…
In reality.
A faint light flickered from the necklace on Zane’s chest, barely perceptible in the daylight.
…
As he was surrounded by the light, Zane felt his consciousness sink.
When he came back to his senses, what he saw was a continuous influx of players around him. This must be the Beginner Village.
Not only that, but his brain also received a completely different image—the dark corridor from when he first logged in.
This is…!
What’s going on!? There are actually two perspectives?
As if born that way, he instinctively tried to move with the feeling from the dark corridor.
His vision widened as he moved forward.
Shocked, what is this? Is my body split?
He confirmed his essence in the Beginner Village, with his hands crossed behind him, sometimes touching his head, sometimes tapping his legs, looking around.
It seemed he hadn’t lost any body parts.
“Is that guy a noob?” a player pointed at him and said.
“Ha ha, probably new to online games. Ignore him; we should leave the village quickly to level up!” another player said.
“Right, let’s go! We can’t waste time here.”
“…” Zane felt speechless; he just wanted to check if he was missing any arms or legs.
