Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 609: The Chosen Realm, A Bizarre Encounter

As the Game's voice sounded, the entire world fell silent for a moment.

In every corner of the world, each person's emotions varied—some were excited, others tense.

Proxy War was the name of Game 3.0, a game where the [God] within the Game would select their own Divine Messengers!

And this first global selection was itself the most widely available opportunity, and even ordinary people who hadn't been selected could participate!

Although the probability of an ordinary person being selected was minuscule, it was at least an attitude, and also an attempt by the Game.

All players were focused intently, listening to the voice in their ears, awaiting further instructions, as if waiting for the final few seconds before a new world descended.

In the Dragon Group's underground room, the clock on the wall ticked away, and the various elders sat within like statues.

Members of the [Saint] organization rubbed their hands in eager anticipation, their eyes beginning to gleam with a bloodthirsty light.

Top-tier players were also focused intently at this moment, awaiting the new storm about to descend.

And those who hadn't been selected, although they couldn't hear anything now, could still instinctively sense that something was about to happen.The entire world, at this moment, was like a massive ecosystem, with each type of person having their own ecological niche, waiting for the Game's descent.

[Next are the basic rules of the Realm of the Chosen.]

After saying this, the Game drew a clear holographic projection in the minds of all the Chosen—it was a 3D map of Earth.

At this moment, that massive Earth holographic projection was covered in blotches of different colors. These blotches enveloped the entire Earth, fitting together seamlessly like a layer of clothing.

Then, all the colored blotches contracted, eventually transforming into densely packed light points scattered across the entire Earth.

[As you can all see, this image is what the Realm of the Chosen will look like eight hours from now.]

[Eight hours from now, the light patches will envelop the entire planet, and then they will begin to contract.]

[Everyone can, during the contraction process, choose for themselves whether to participate in this Divine Selection Game!]

[Three hours after the light patches begin contracting, everyone who ultimately remains within the range of the light points will be considered as participating in this game and will become part of the Game. Conversely, those outside will not be participating.]

[This game does not have a clear pass or fail condition. Instead, it will accurately evaluate each person's performance, including those who haven't been selected yet, and will grant corresponding rewards after the game ends.]

[Similarly, you too will have the chance to be chosen by God.]

[Now, the eight-hour countdown begins. Everyone, please make your final preparations!]

The Game's voice ended. The world was still the same world as before, but in reality, it seemed it was no longer the same.

What could one prepare in eight hours?

This game was exceptionally unusual—it wasn't a game in the true sense, but a simulation in the real world.

Players' equipment, some special items—many were essentially sealed and couldn't be brought out for use.

This was a mode quite friendly to ordinary people.

Of course, for someone like Lu Ce with an unusually large number of slots in his Dimensional Backpack, it basically had no impact.

In the final eight hours, after learning the specific game mode, the Dragon Group began its final publicity push.

The bad news was that it was actually a game descent covering the entire globe!

But the good news was that there was still this option of "regional contraction, self-selection," rather than forcibly pulling the entire world into the game.

In the final eight hours before order could potentially collapse, the Dragon Group's mobilization direction was also very clear.

For players, they didn't prohibit participation in the game, but if they didn't participate, they hoped they could help maintain regional stability in non-game areas.

As for the general public, the Dragon Group's advice was: strongly advise against entering the final contracting light points!

Ordinary people might not have much tangible sense of the Game's dangers, and the phrase "possible to be chosen by God" might still feel too tempting.

However, the dangers within—ordinary people entering would be little different from cannon fodder!

At this point, the Dragon Group people began to feel somewhat grateful to that mysterious "Sin."

Previously, they always felt his way of playing was too extreme, bloody, and prone to causing panic.

But now, it was precisely because of this fear that it suppressed the greed of billions of people worldwide, making people maintain as much calm as possible before acting on impulse, rather than rushing to become cannon fodder.

"We only need to do our best and leave the rest to fate." The Grand Elder's deep voice rang out, drawing the gaze of everyone in the Council of Elders.

"All elders, there are only eight hours left. Set out now, ensure that every provincial capital city has one of you stationed there."

"What the world becomes, we can't control anymore, but at least our own country must not fall into chaos!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, but some hesitated. Someone spoke up:

"Miss Xie sent a message yesterday. An organization called [Apostle] has appeared out of thin air."

"Now it's basically confirmed—they are anti-human, traitors recruited by the Game. They will definitely cause trouble."

"So, regarding the cities, should we still prioritize them? The Capital here..."

"Don't worry about the Capital." The Grand Elder's powerful voice rang out. At this moment, his voice sounded full of vigor, completely different from his previously sickly appearance.

"I am here!"

......

The entire world entered a state of anxiety. Lu Ce leaned against a streetlamp, even feeling the traffic flow before him had sped up considerably.

The Game entering this state gradually began to give a feeling that no one could escape.

But facing this impending storm, Lu Ce showed no expression, appearing very calm.

Standing on the main street, playing with his phone there.

"Hey, young man, do you think there's still hope for this world?"

Suddenly, a voice without head or tail came from beside him, inexplicable, making Lu Ce look up strangely.

Before him stood a woman with a somewhat bewitching expression and appearance.

"You should be a player, right? My judgment of aura can't be wrong." A smug smile appeared on the woman's face.

As if showing off her strength by directly exposing someone's identity like this.