I'm building the perfect territory in the mist.

Chapter 6: Anomaly Handling Bureau

The middle-aged man smiled, found a chair, and sat down: "Actually, you already know the answer in your hearts, don't you?"

"Because of...that game?" Shen Xing asked slowly.

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded.

"But... how can dying in a game affect reality?" Qin Lang still found it hard to accept.

"Then how do you explain the monsters in the game coming to life?" the middle-aged man retorted.

Qin Lang was speechless for a moment, opening his mouth but unable to say anything.

"Alright, I'll stop teasing you. Young man, you need to work on your mental fortitude."

The middle-aged man pulled out a pack of cigarettes from inside his trench coat, took one out, put it in his mouth, and began to speak slowly and deliberately:

"This is an absolutely real game. We don't know where it originated, we only know that it involves forces that we cannot understand."

"Every so often, this game will randomly release a portion of the available slots, in different formats."

"For example, a pair of glasses, a helmet, or even an activation code can be used to enter the game."

"So you are not an isolated case."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "And then, back to the game itself, the skills, items, and equipment in it can all be brought into reality."

"It can even materialize the units in the game, allowing them to fight for you in real life."

Similarly, the death of your character in the game will result in the immediate death of your physical body.

"Furthermore, when players die in reality, they release a large amount of mist, and there is a certain probability that monsters from that world will be born."

"Although the fog isn't as powerful as in the game, it can still knock ordinary people unconscious instantly, and if left untreated for too long, it can even lead to death."

"And the monsters in the game will indiscriminately slaughter ordinary people."

"Therefore, the state established an anomaly handling bureau to specifically handle such incidents."

"Do you understand everything?"

The three of them exchanged a glance, nodded, and then shook their heads.

"It's okay if you don't understand. You'll have plenty of time to get to know and understand it gradually in the future."

The middle-aged man pulled out several documents from his pocket, flicked them lightly, and the papers slid onto the table in front of the three men: "Come on, sign this agreement."

Shen Xing glanced at the document, which had a line of striking black characters printed on it: "Regulations for the Management of Pioneers of the Mist Reincarnation".

The list above contains dozens of clauses.

These include prohibitions such as the initiator not abusing their abilities in public, not disrupting social order, and not using their abilities in the game to commit crimes, etc.

"Does everyone have to sign?" Shen Xing asked.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded: "Anyone who has ever entered that game must sign this agreement within our country of China."

"Can we quit and stop playing this game?" Qin Lang asked tentatively.

"Exit?" The middle-aged man smiled meaningfully. "Unfortunately, from the moment you entered the Misty Land, there has been no option to exit."

"The monsters in the mist will keep attacking, each wave stronger than the last, until they completely destroy your camp."

"I don't need to explain what this means, do I?"

The three of them turned ashen-faced once again.

They understood that this was equivalent to stepping onto a single-plank bridge with no way back from the moment they entered the game.

Only by keeping moving forward, or else we will be shattered to pieces.

"Is there no other way?" Qin Lang asked, still unwilling to give up.

"Of course."

The middle-aged man lit a cigarette and took a deep drag: "You just need to keep getting stronger in the game, strong enough to withstand most monster attacks, and you can survive."

Everyone rolled their eyes. What's the difference between saying something and not saying anything at all?

"Try to be optimistic."

The middle-aged man chuckled and comforted him, "Look on the bright side, this could be an opportunity for you to transcend the ordinary, something most people never even encounter."

"The abilities you acquire in the game and the units you train can all be used in real life."

"Like that holy light spear I just threw out, wasn't it incredibly cool?"

The three remained silent, but they were all somewhat moved.

After all, that's extraordinary power.

As modern people, who hasn't fantasized about having this ability?

Although the price is the possibility of losing one's life at any moment, at least...

Shen Xing reached for the pen on the table and was the first to sign his name.

The other two hesitated for a moment, then gritted their teeth and signed the agreement.

The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction and said cheerfully, "Alright, now that the important business is done, feel free to ask any further questions."

"But don't ask me for game guides or anything like that. I'll send you a text message later."

"That's an internal forum set up by the Chinese government. There are many pioneering experiences shared by senior members, as well as many excellent posts."

Shen Xing hesitated for a moment, then said, "I have a question."

"Since this game is so dangerous, even threatening public safety, why doesn't the government ban it?"

"Good question."

The middle-aged man clapped his hands and continued, "You've probably all seen the recent news, right? Various unusual events are occurring frequently around the world."

The three nodded in agreement; they had also seen these news articles on their phones.

It was just that experts covered it up with various explanations back then, but now I understand.

"In fact, this game has been around for many years, and nobody knows exactly how long it has been available."

The middle-aged man slowly explained, "In the previous few years, we didn't have much contact with people, and the situation was still under control."

"As the number of pioneers increased, incidents of deaths in the game causing the fog of reality to spread became more frequent, which gradually attracted the attention of high-level officials in various countries."

"But because its quotas are allocated completely randomly, with no pattern to follow, it is naturally impossible to control it at the source."

"Besides that, there is another very important reason."

His expression suddenly turned serious, and his voice deepened: "Many pioneers around the world have come into contact with this game, but the first batch to enter the game have grown to an unbelievable level."

"Collapse mountains and split seas, destroy cities, is not difficult for them to do."

"Several years ago, there was an incident where a top pioneer from a certain country launched a cross-border attack, erasing an entire military base from the map."

"In the end, the matter was suppressed by various countries, and they claimed it was an earthquake."

"Today, every top pioneer is a strategic deterrent force."

"So it's like nuclear weapons; everyone knows it's dangerous, but you can't live without it."

"If you don't develop, others will quietly develop; if you ban it, other countries won't."

Shen Xing nodded thoughtfully.

The competition between nations has never been limited to overt military and economic confrontations.

Now it's simply a supernatural track that ordinary people can't see.

After a pause, the middle-aged man's tone softened somewhat: "In addition, the country also provides corresponding subsidies and support for some outstanding pioneers."

"Including but not limited to materials, equipment, blueprints, skill books, etc."

"If you can break through to the second tier and officially enter the realm of the extraordinary, you can even join the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs and enjoy various benefits."

None of the three responded to these words.

They haven't even figured out the game yet, let alone broken through to the second tier.

"Alright, the issue has been explained. You can go back now." The middle-aged man stood up and shook his trench coat.

"Go back...what about my friend?" Qin Lang pointed to the Lu Xiang fragments.

"There's nothing we can do but consider it an accidental death." The middle-aged man looked at the corpse on the ground. "Maybe you'll have to be more careful in your next life."

The three remained silent, a trace of grief flashing across their faces.

They took a deep breath, composed themselves, and walked out of the private room.

Too much happened today; I need to go back and process it all.

As Shen Xing pushed his wheelchair towards the door, he suddenly asked, "Excuse me, sir, do you know your name?"

"Zhou Zheng," the middle-aged man replied briefly.

Shen Xing nodded slightly, then pushed her wheelchair out the door.

After the three of them had completely left Chuanxiang Pavilion, the wooden door to the private room was pushed open again, and a tall young woman in a black uniform walked in.

"Team Leader Zhou, the scene has been cleared."

The woman opened her tablet and reported: "All those affected have been taken to the hospital. The fog has erased their memories and will not cause any social impact."

The middle-aged man named Zhou Zheng nodded slightly.

"Besides that, I have another question for you."

"Ask away."

The woman in black glanced around and slowly said, "With your strength, you can easily manifest a second-tier extraordinary unit and annihilate that three-star Lost One."

"Why waste a 30,000 yuan scroll of the [Holy Light Lance]?"

Zhou Zheng took a deep drag on his cigarette: "Xiao Min, don't ask so many questions."

"The waters here are very deep; you can't handle it."

The woman in black glanced at him thoughtfully, then picked up her pen and made a note on the document: "Then I'll record that Captain Zhou Zheng deliberately tried to show off in front of the newcomers, recklessly wasting the team's resources. What do you think?"

The middle-aged man paused, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.