Chapter 328: Yang Yixie: ...This Holographic Game Isn't What I Want!

The room was dark, the curtains drawn tight, yet Xi Ren Sheng could see.

He saw Yang Yixie's eyes, a faint layer of gold shimmering in the darkness.

He also saw, beneath Yang Yixie's hair strands, a few very faint points of Ying Guang Lu gently flickering.

The color was pale, sparse, but undeniably present.

Moreover, the dim green light stood out especially in the darkness.

Xi Ren Sheng's pupils contracted instantly.

The excitement that rose from being pointed at with a gun cooled rapidly; he couldn't even bother with the gun aimed at him, staring at those few points of Ying Guang Lu under Yang Yixie's hair, and remained silent for a full three seconds.

Then he rolled up from the floor mat and began rolling wildly on the ground.

"Why are you green!!!"

His voice was pressed low, as if afraid of disturbing Zhiruo resting in the next room, yet the grief and anger nearly burst through the ceiling.

"Why does it still have a glowing effect? How am I supposed to live like this? I thought if you changed, you'd at least turn blue! Blue would suit you! Yet you turned out green!"

Xi Ren Sheng rolled around on the floor, the blanket twisted into a ball, like a huge caterpillar dying and struggling on the ground.

"I even deliberately dyed a clown green, and your green is more authentic than mine! So what am I? A low‑end version?!"

The caterpillar on the floor suddenly ceased writhing, glaring at the Yang Yixie before it.

"No, I want to change my hair color, I want to dye it something else, I don't want to clash with your green!!!"

Yang Yixie stared expressionlessly as he rolled on his own floor mat, then slowly withdrew the gun and stood up.

"Finished rolling?" he asked.

Xi Ren Sheng was still writhing on the floor, his face full of accusations toward him.

Yang Yixie pointed at the bedding on the floor, his tone flat, "Remember to wash it clean before you leave."

Xi Ren Sheng's writhing froze instantly.

"....... What?"

"You've rolled on my floor mat at least ten or more times; I think I shouldn't have swept the floor just now, I should have just let you come," Yang Yixie said, expressionless.

"You made it dirty yourself, wash it yourself."

Xi Ren Sheng opened his mouth to retort, but seeing Yang Yixie's eyes glowing with gold, he swallowed his words again.

"...... Oh."

He responded weakly, crawled up from the ground, and began tidying the blanket he had twisted into a mess.

Yang Yixie no longer looked at him; he walked to the wardrobe and opened its doors.

Inside the door was set a full‑length dressing mirror.

His reflection in the mirror was no different from usual, but upon close inspection—

His eyes' color had changed; the originally pure black pupils now emitted a very faint gold sheen, subtle yet undeniably present.

He lowered his head and brushed aside the stray hairs on his forehead.

At the roots, a few specks of Ying Guang Lu were scattered sparsely, very weak; without close scrutiny they were invisible, but when brushed aside, those green dots stood out starkly in the darkness.

After all, they came with a built‑in glow.

He silently watched himself in the mirror.

Sync value 10%.

He brought out 10% of his abilities and items.

So the appearance sync also starts at 10%?

Behind him, Xi Ren Sheng kept nagging nonstop, even beginning to scroll videos researching which new hair color would suit him better.

"....... Blue? No, too ordinary. Red? Too flashy. Purple? Might be too effeminate......."

Yang Yixie ignored him, raised his hand, and looked at the handgun engraved with runes.

It felt icy to the touch, weighty, each rune on the barrel clearly visible, emitting a faint glow under the light.

Compared to the blurry pixels in a video game, those few light points are not even the same tier.

It's not a hallucination, not a dream.

He truly brought something from the game into reality.

Xi Ren Sheng's voice drifted softly from behind, laden with deep grievance and resentment:

"Partner—are you really not considering changing color? Our clashing colors are uncomfortable—"

Yang Yixie did not turn around.

He simply stared quietly at his reflection, at the eyes that had returned to their normal color.

"....... This green," Yang Yixie's tone was full of disdain, "Even if you give it to me, I reject it."

Xi Ren Sheng: "......."

Xi Ren Sheng: "Then it's perfect—we can both change!"

Yang Yixie stowed the gun back into his Game Backpack, then walked toward his own bed.

"No change, go to sleep."

"Partner—!!!"

Only Xi Ren Sheng would treat this thing as a treasure.

Night deepened.

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Honestly, Yang Yixie did a lot of mental preparation before midnight arrived.

After all, having heard Xi Ren Sheng talk so much about the game—how realistic it was, how everything inside was spectacular and beyond the ordinary.

How did Xi Ren Sheng describe it?

"It's just like a holographic game that only exists in sci‑fi novels! The game system's presence is weak, only appearing when you enter or exit; otherwise it's as quiet as if dead. But that's better, more realistic, isn't it?"

But he never imagined he would end up like this.

Is this right?

Yang Yixie stretched out his hands and watched the two slender black columns rise with his movements, only the very tips showing flesh‑colored skin.

That must be his hands… right?

He tried to clench and open his palms repeatedly a few times, yet saw no change at that spot.

To be honest, it now feels more like he's playing a holographic My World?

No, that sounds imprecise; at least his modeling is still of high quality, basically a 5D skin from WY My World.

Forget it, the description is getting too grim; Yang Yixie no longer wants to probe what exactly he is now.

The game‑life he entered might be an ultra‑realistic holographic world that strives for ultimate realism, counting even each pore.

And what he entered—

is still a pixel game.

Yang Yixie suddenly felt like laughing.

But he couldn't bring himself to laugh.

Never mind, at least his modeling is very detailed.

If he truly turned into a stick‑figure from the 8‑bit era, he'd probably start looking for a way to quit the game on the spot.

Yang Yixie moved his stiff neck with a lifelike motion and heard a "click"—forced to give up, he could only raise his hand and sweep aside the somewhat long strands of hair on his forehead.

Each pixel strand of Ying Guang Lu hair was composed of delicate gradient color blocks; if it weren't his own hair color, it would indeed look quite nice.

At least his tactile sense of everything around him is sufficiently real; the chill is no longer just a system prompt, but a genuine sensation transmitted to his brain.

It would be better if the water surface modeling were more refined rather than so perfunctory.

Yang Yixie rubbed his slightly stiff face before looking at the forced‑asleep Luo Jinyou.

If what he saw before was Luo Jinyou. zip, what he sees now is probably the extracted version.

The modeling is far more detailed than that earlier pixel figure, yet still pixel‑style; the Mutation Features make the design less monotonous, truly splendid.