Night.
On the streets of Chaoyu, players addicted to electronic fantasy games staggered about.
Many of these players couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality. Most of them were losers in the real world but shone brightly in the virtual one, possessing great power.
They sustained their lives by earning money in virtual games, shifting their entire focus into the gaming world.
Li Chengyi sighed softly.
Hurrying along the cold, lifeless dark blue storefronts, he headed toward the hotel.
Passing by two scrawny figures curled up on the side of the road, motionless, he suddenly paused and looked ahead.
There stood two men in dark sunglasses, wielding long staffs and donning tight grey-black clothes with minute circuits flickering on their faces.
The two blocked the way, their gaze settling on him through their sunglasses.
"Li Chengyi of Dragon Whisker Sect?"
