Zhao Xu was reborn ten years in the past, returning to the precise moment when “Arthur” had just launched its servers. Only he knew that, one year from now, Earth would be destroyed, and all of humani
“Hey, hey, have you pre-ordered ‘Arthur’ yet?”
“Of course! I did it half a year ago, come on.”
“They say the game boasts full AI management and players can direct the world’s course—people are calling it the most freeform game ever made.”
“I watched the trailer’s simulation footage and that VR looked insanely realistic.”
“Isn’t it supposed to allow over four hours of in-game time during sleep? The record before was just three.”
“Once it’s online tonight, you all need to carry me, alright, legends?”
Zhao Xu stared blankly at his college classmates, who were engrossed in their lively discussion.
These youthful faces before him belonged to memories already ten years old. This scene felt hauntingly familiar.
His heart tightened, and countless memories scattered through his mind like drifting snow.
Ten years ago, it was on this very day that ‘Arthur’ opened its servers.
No one noticed that, quietly and without warning, a new era was dawning—the true beginning of a grand age.
One year after ‘Arthur’ launched, on its first anniversary, Earth was suddenly struck by a cataclysmic meteor shower that reduced all life to ash.
Yet humanity discovered, to their astonishment, that after the meteor shower, they had crossed over into the world of Arthur.
Former players of Arthur inherited everything they had possessed in the game.
The top players became the new elite among earth’s survivors, and the old order was upended overnight.
In his previous life, Zhao Xu hadn’t paid much attention to the game