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Superhunt

The much-anticipated cyberpunk holographic game was about to launch, and Jonathan hit the jackpot, getting chosen as a beta tester. But things take a bizarre turn. He realized he wasn't just playing some holographic game – he'd been transported to an actual parallel universe. The moment he logged in, he felt something was off. Question: What do you do when you discover that your in-game identity is the Federation's most wanted, and you're undercover in the official investigation department?

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392 Chs

“Only he twists impossibility into reality”

Exiting the thread, Zebulon refreshed the homepage.

The glut of posts about the third test batch soured his mood, formless anger smoldering inside. Perhaps his anger stemmed from helplessness, a sentiment not unique to him; everyone was helpless. 

The forum was abuzz with discussions expressing shock and fretting over their fate, but what more could they do apart from venting? 

When the last batch of beta tests began, a streamer named Bartak had stepped up to reveal the truth, with mixed results. His words drew and motivated the uninformed, while those in the know found inspiration in his actions.

No one would step forward this time. Bartak's move was a cautionary tale; speaking out rashly only broadened the impact, allowing the game "Red Soil" to spread like a plague across all social strata.

No one could dissuade a million people. The forum was shrouded in negativity, each post title dripping with pessimism.