Chapter 4: No Need to Bother with the Dead (Seek Follow Reads! Seek Collection!)

“Alright, everyone, don’t panic yet—think carefully. It has already implanted all of this into your minds.”

Inside the Master God’s protective barrier, after completing his cosplay of Zhang Jie’s iconic entrance, Wu Xian had no interest in further teasing the lolicon protagonist; instead, he waited until everyone had woken up and began explaining the basic mechanics of the Master God Space, casually pocketing 100 reward points in the process.

“Are you saying we’re like in The Matrix—our consciousness enters the game, and once the game ends or we die within it, we return to our original bodies?”

Beside the white-collar youth—who was the protagonist, Zheng Zha— a nondescript little fat man asked with a mocking tone, clearly not believing Wu Xian’s words.

“I’m not sure if it’s consciousness, but I strongly advise you not to think that way.”

Wu Xian looked at the little fat man and, unusually kind, warned: “Before I came here, I had other teammates. In the last horror movie, Resident Evil, they all died—every single one—and their deaths were horrific.”

“Even I barely survived with half my life left. If not for the Master God’s body-repair function, I wouldn’t be standing here before you now.”

“Pfft! How do you know they’re dead? Maybe they already returned to their bodies and are living happily! I think this is just an unlaunched virtual reality game.”

The little fat man sneered dismissively, while several others nearby fell into thought, unsure which version to believe.

“Think whatever you like. If it really is that simple, then it’s good news for you.”

Wu Xian smiled faintly, unconcerned by the little fat man’s hostile attitude.

First, he was just cosplaying Zhang Jie—not the real Zhang Jie—so he felt no pressure from a half-guide role, and thus no lingering bitterness.

Second… the dead deserve respect. Why argue with someone who’s about to die? He wasn’t that petty.

At that moment, another person suddenly asked: “Sir… you just said there’s nothing you can’t exchange for in the Master God Space. Does that mean we can use reward points to return to the real world?”

The speaker was one of only two women present—the legendary fourth-tier Gene Lock warrior, Zhanyan, who had been killed by a shard of stone, future psychic controller of the Central China Team.

Just as described in the novel, she was a beautiful young woman with a generous demeanor, about twenty-four or twenty-five, wearing glasses, radiating scholarly charm, perfectly matching her identity as a novelist.

Wu Xian glanced at her briefly, then nodded: “Correct. You’re sharp. The Master God does offer such an exchange option—but it requires fifty thousand reward points.”

“Fifty thousand points… is that a lot?”

Zhanyan, still unfamiliar with the Master God Space’s pricing, swallowed hard and asked cautiously.

“It’s manageable.”

Wu Xian shrugged casually: “Take this horror movie as an example. If you survive until returning to the Master God Space, you earn a thousand reward points. Every subsequent horror movie works the same.”

“In other words, from now on, you must survive fifty horror movies without exchanging anything or losing points, and then you can return to the real world.”

“…”

Zhanyan fell silent. As a novelist, she possessed strong logical reasoning and immediately understood Wu Xian’s claim was impossible.

Surviving one or two horror movies might rely on luck, but over the long term, without using reward points to strengthen yourself or buy equipment, survival was unthinkable.

“Of course, a thousand points per movie is just the base reward. You can also earn extra points within the horror movies…”

Seeing the group fall into silence, Wu Xian faithfully fulfilled his veteran’s duty, sharing all his survival and point-earning strategies, offering them even the faintest glimmer of hope to return home—even if that hope was nearly nonexistent.

Soon, Wu Xian answered all the questions and explained everything necessary. With time still remaining, he began introducing himself.

“Alright, we have about five minutes left before the plot officially begins. Before that, let everyone introduce themselves—it’ll help with teamwork later.”

Wu Xian smiled faintly, slipping his Desert Eagle into his waist holster: “My name is Wu Xian—Wu with the sky radical, Xian meaning envy. I’m twenty-three. So far, I’ve survived three horror movies. I’m a veteran.”

“I’m Zheng Zha—Zheng from Zheng Chenggong, Zha from Nezha.”

Zheng Zha, who had had little chance to speak, gave a faintly bitter smile: “I’m a company manager. Before coming here, I really complained that the real world was boring—dull, like slowly rotting day by day—so I wanted some excitement… but this excitement is a bit too intense.”

“It’s way too intense.”

Zhanyan snorted, then introduced herself: “I’m Zhanyan—Zhan from Zhan Tianyou, Yan meaning mountain wind. I’m a novelist…”

“Mou Gang—truck driver…”

“Li Xiaoyi—senior high school student…”

Within minutes, everyone introduced themselves. Wu Xian watched quietly, finding it fascinating—like being inside a web drama adaptation of a novel, with himself on set. He almost felt the urge to livestream.

At that moment, he sensed the train car was slowing down. He crushed the bizarre thought, clapped his hands, and interrupted the little fat man just as he was about to speak.

“Alright, time’s almost up. Get ready to stick close to them.”

“Remember what I told you: don’t tamper with the plot. You’re not strong enough yet.”

“Also, don’t mention the Master God in front of the movie characters. If they hear you, you lose ten points per sentence. If you don’t want to be erased for no reason, keep your mouth shut from now on.”

“Lastly, I hope you all survive—and return to the Master God Space with me.”

…

Moments later, the train finally stopped. The dozen or so foreign mercenaries inside gripped their weapons and cautiously advanced outward, followed by the female lead, Alice, and two other male characters.

Simultaneously, the Master God’s protective barrier vanished. But Wu Xian didn’t rush after them. Instead, under the confused gazes of Zheng Zha and the others, he walked to the rear of the car, as if searching for something.

Correct—he was looking for the first major loot every fanfic protagonist must claim: the metal case containing the T-virus and its vaccine.

This item was worth at least one D-rank subplot and several hundred reward points on the Master God, and even aided in unlocking Gene Locks. Not taking it would be like losing hundreds of millions—plus, netizens would call him an idiot.

But taking it? Not only would the heavy case hinder movement and increase danger in this zombie-infested world, but the mercenaries themselves would be a problem.

After all, they weren’t blind. If they saw you suddenly carrying a suspicious case, they’d demand to inspect it. If you couldn’t explain it properly, they might just “accidentally” gun you down.

Fortunately, none of this was a problem for Wu Xian.

Not because he was strong enough to ignore the mercenaries, but because after surviving Scream, he had already exchanged for a storage item from the Master God. Now, all he needed to do was approach the case and store it—no one would notice.

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