The emergence of online games begins with burying oneself

"Hello, do you have your household registration book with you?"

"No. Help me get an ID card as soon as possible."

"Okay, please write your name and phone number here..."

The next day, Jiang Yuan put on his original brand clothes and came to the police station after telling the hospital that he owed medical bills first.

With the strongest ability of the psychedelic spirit, these things were carried out very smoothly even if they were unreasonable. Like now, even if Jiang Yuan has no household registration at all and is a black household, applying for an ID card is only a matter of one sentence.

The receptionist took his photo and started working on the computer next to him. He suddenly frowned at the information fed back on it.

"what happened?"

"It's okay, I just bumped into someone else. Let me help you adjust."

The receptionist said politely, turned around and glanced at his face a few more times, and couldn't help but sigh at the wonder of the world.

How can there be two people who look so similar? !

What is displayed on the computer is the original information of Jiang Yuan in this world, but now it has turned gray, which means that the character is dead. This is why the receptionist did not explain to Jiang Yuan.

Who would like to hear this kind of news? But these two people are really similar.

Jiang Yuan's face was calm. He had known that something like this would happen; but he was not worried. Xia State has a population of more than one billion. There are countless names with overlapping names, and even more with almost the same appearance. After all, with the surge of plastic surgery nowadays, how many people have the same appearance? People like to stand in other people’s faces.

After completing the formalities as quickly as possible, Jiang Yuan went to a store to "sell" a mobile phone.

He came into this world with only one set of clothes and no money. Fortunately, he had the talent to help, otherwise he would not even be able to get out of the hospital now.

Putting the phone card together, Jiang Yuan opened WeChat, looked at the balance of the three zero-sequence numbers on it, and smiled softly.

His eyes are focused and his abilities are fully utilized, and he is about to show the strongest step in his talent.

Change reality!

I saw him casually swiping at the screen, and the covered balance later turned into an astonishing number.

"Hoo, ho, still not okay?"

Jiang Yuan gasped quickly when he saw the changes on his phone, and his own spirit was already very exhausted.

His current ability is still unable to maintain the complete operation of his talent. The changed reality is not stable and will return to the original state later.

It's like the numbers on the screen keep flashing and are gradually getting smaller.

Yesterday's ability to guide people's spiritual level was more like a kind of hypnosis, which consumed very little energy, but now he can no longer show it by distorting reality out of thin air.

The spirit of ordinary people is still too weak.

However, these properties can still be used at this time.

Jiang Yuan has incredible abilities, so the money he wants is not just for a normal life, but mainly to prepare for the purchase of gaming equipment in the future.

In this world, a god-making movement hosted by the Supreme Avenue unfolds in the form of a game. It has been staged many times on other intelligent planets. Now it is the sixth time. It has appeared in the civilization of Hai Star and three other alien life forms. .

The game is called "Eternal Sky", and it was specially launched by a company in this world where technology is not outrageous.

Naturally, this company is the manifestation of Dao Dao’s will, so this cross-era technology can enter the public eye normally and is not immediately contained by the national government.

It is also for this reason that Jiang Yuan does not dare to "buy" based on his ability. You must know that the manifestation of the will of the Great Dao is in line with the laws of heaven and earth. Even if it is just a small employee, a product may be affected. If he uses his ability and is noticed, it will be directly counterattacked and die.

Of course, Jiang Yuan still has concerns about this game, but compared to this, that concern is a difficulty that must be overcome.

In the same way, it is also because an ID card is essential to buy gaming equipment, so he will apply for it as soon as possible.

Waiting for the next few days, just enough time for him to organize everything, when the time comes to buy gaming equipment, it will be a new beginning.

Thinking like this, an important thing was placed in front of Jiang Yuan.

Should he go to his own funeral?

…………

That afternoon, in front of a sixth-floor residential building deep in Tuyuan Community, Jiang Yuan drove a car and parked downstairs. After getting off, he first looked up at the building in front of him.

In his memory for thousands of years, this scene has always been the deepest secret in his heart. After that, he had adventures in the game, returned to reality to become a god, wandered into the universe, and was trapped in siege and died...

Now, such a familiar yet unfamiliar environment reappeared, allowing him to truly feel its atmosphere, and he felt deeply and complicatedly in his heart.

Checked the time again. Jiang Yuan came here around the same time, and this was also the first time in his life that he went home.

However, he no longer has the identity of Jiangyuan, and this home is not the one he lost.

When they reached the fifth floor, Jiang Yuan pressed the doorbell with his hand. Before he could open the door, he heard the sound of crying.

That was another trace of treasure deeper in the memory - his mother's voice.

Jiang Yuan's face was calm. He blinked lightly and then calmed down again. He checked the mask on his face and then pressed the switch.

Dingxin, dingxin...

click!

"……who are you?"

The person who opened the door was a strong middle-aged man, his face was still gray and his eyes were bloodshot.

This is his father.

"Hello... are you Jiang Yuan's parent? I'm his friend. I heard about him, so... I came here to have a look."

"...Then come in."

The man was still in a daze, and it took him a while to react after hearing what he said.

"Thanks……"

Jiang Yuan stared at his face, and after the man retreated to the room, he looked at it a few times before lowering his head and praising:

"uncle."

When Jiang Yuan walked into the house, he first felt a cold feeling, and at the same time, a kind of familiar feeling emerged in his heart, which made him naturally look at the counter set up on the wall.

On it are things that the family often uses, such as umbrellas and masks. One of the floors also has toys that I bought when I went on a trip. There are various assembled model figures and dolls. In the lower left corner by the door is a On the side, a bright family photo is placed in a separate frame.

Father, mother, sister and me...

No, it’s me who is dead.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but touch it lightly with his hand, trying to find more familiarity.

"Hey, young man, come and sit here."

"Thank you, uncle."

Walking to the living room and sitting on the sofa, Jiang Yuan's skillful movements undoubtedly evoked memories in Jiang's father's heart, and his eyes became moist again.

"Uncle, please forgive me."

"It's okay, I, I'll just wait for a while, phew..."

Seeing the man's uncomfortable look, Jiang Yuan felt a wave of emotion in his heart. Even though he knew that he was not his real father, his inner emotions resonated without any hindrance. In order to prevent the man from becoming overly sad, he even took the initiative to comfort them. mood.

"Huh, thank you... Are you that Jiang Chao? My child doesn't often mention his friends."

"No, my name is Wu Sheng. Jiang Yuan's personality is a bit introverted. It's normal not to mention us."

"Don't you need to take off the mask? I don't use these at home."

"No, I'm wearing a mask because I'm sick and coughing."

"Oh. Are you also studying in my son's school?"

"No, I am..."

As the conversation continued, Jiang's father's mood gradually calmed down, as if the words he heard had a magical power to soothe the soul. Even when talking about some topics related to his son, more nostalgia only appeared, and the sadness was well channeled.

woo woo woo...

Some crying sounds could be heard faintly in the room, and a hoarse call could be vaguely heard.

Glancing slightly at a bedroom in the corner, Jiang Yuan naturally picked up his cell phone and tapped it on the table. The crisp sounds accurately penetrated into the ears of his two "biological" parents.

"Auntie, are you in the room?"

"Hey, I only had time to take a look at the body yesterday, and...why did such a thing happen to our son? He is obviously still studying, and there is obviously a lot..."

"Dead people cannot be resurrected. Uncle, I believe Jiang Yuan must also miss you very much in his heart, so you should take care of your health and never collapse from exhaustion."

"Well, we know that the child... definitely doesn't want to see us like this, and he won't think about it when his sister comes back tomorrow."

"Sister..." Jiang Yuan smiled as if he remembered something.

His voice became more and more mysterious, soothing the sad soul with a soft force; Jiang's father cried a little, and felt much better. The sad Jiang's mother in the room also gradually softened, her voice was low, and finally became gentle. Breathing slightly, he slowly fell asleep.

Seeing the effect taking shape, Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment. Finally, he took out the letter in his pocket and handed it over. His mood fluctuated violently at this moment.

"Uncle...this is a letter from Jiang Yuan to you. He wrote it when we played together before."

The man took it solemnly, Jiang Yuan could feel his father's trembling emotions, and he also became a little uneasy.

Immediately afterwards, he felt another wave of emotions that was different from the first. It was more intense than sadness, but it was deep in his heart.

Jiang's father was stunned when he looked at the letter.

"Then, I'll leave now and I'll come back tomorrow."

Jiang Yuan said hello, but the man was still stunned, his lips trembling slightly.

This scene made his heart more complicated - the words he wanted to say to his father were written to another father. They were both of the same blood, but their feelings had become different.

To say that what has changed Jiang Yuan the most in the hundreds of years since he became a god is probably his emotional unconsciousness. Even if he is not his own relative, he just has some feelings when he meets his parents in this life.

When he reached the door, he happened to bump into another group of people.

Several people were wearing standard black clothes, and the leader was holding a small wooden box.

That was the urn—Kangwon’s urn.

Several people who had not been deceived by the illusion were stunned when they saw Jiang Yuan, because the eyes he showed were so similar to the "master" they were holding in their hands.

"Where are you from?"

The words that came out instantly broke the attention of several people, causing them to subconsciously forget about the appearance, and raised the box to him with sad expressions.

"We have sorted out the remains of the deceased and now hope to send them to the family."

"?"

Jiang Yuan was surprised. Does the hospital still provide such services? A funeral procession?

He wanted to note this down temporarily, but when he naturally took the wooden box from the other party's hand, the touch of his fingertips made him realize something was wrong.

"you……"

Trigger the certification of death and death, and the person who should not be in this world is resurrected!

Jiang Yuan was suddenly startled, his heart was shaken violently, and he hurriedly sent a few people away, holding the box and placing it on the table.

He took out his hands and saw that they still looked normal, but in his feeling, a seemingly cold force quickly sneaked into his body from his hands to the position of his heart.

Father Jiang in the living room became excited again, looking at the sentences on the paper over and over again, and did not notice the situation at the door for a while.

"Uncle, from Jiangyuan...he, he is back now, right here. I have to leave first."

In order to escape as soon as possible without arousing suspicion, Jiang Yuan almost hypnotized Jiang's father this time, then turned around and ran out.

Back in the car, he took a few deep breaths, glanced around him coldly, and then quickly sank into his mind to explore the strange things in his heart.

It stands to reason that although the game has been released now, two years have passed since its original release, but there is still at least five years before the true integration of reality. During this period, there should be absolutely no power that violates science.

For example, his talent for illusions, which he brought from his previous life, still needs to be explained, but just now it was indeed a notification sound that suddenly appeared in his mind, just like in a game.

This is absolutely impossible!

Deeply meditating, Jiang Yuan's attention contracted into his body, and the beating of his heart slowed down at this time, and the coldness in it became more and more obvious.

Finally, as he struggled to get in touch with that power, a profound message appeared in his mind.

The Door of Death!

Original talent!