Xu Dan shook his head and said, "No way. I already have a plan for a brand-new model. There are too many ideas—I can't schedule them all. I can only surprise everyone."
Although she complained bitterly, orders from the boss still had to be carried out.
Soon, a new announcement appeared in CrossFire's system notifications.
[System Announcement: Dear players, hello. This game will begin an online update in 30 seconds. To celebrate today's special holiday, July 12th, this update introduces: PUBG Mode.]
!!!
!!!!
Players across the entire server were practically crushing their mice in excitement.
"Damn it, are you trying to let people sleep or not? Why does this game have so many modes? If you're not updating, fine—but when you do, it's nonstop! I haven't slept for two days already. Are you trying to kill me from sudden death? Oh—PUBG mode? Okay then!"
"I kneel! Can I recharge you some money so you'll stop updating so aggressively? I haven't even cleared the Resident Evil mode yet, and you're opening a new one? I don't even know where to start!"
"Father Xu Dan above, I, Wang Jingyi, am dying in this internet café today! Admin—machine 76, another can of Red Bull! No—two cans!"
"Does anyone even know what holiday July 12 is?"
"Probably Miss GM's menstrual cycle."
...
Kyoto — a high-end internet café.
"Minors aren't allowed in. Didn't you see the warning sign over there? Go, go!"Both the network administrator and the cashier stared impatiently at the girl in front of them.
The girl was furious.
She was clearly eighteen years old this year, and she had already come to Kyoto to attend university!
And yet an internet café cashier dared to look down on her?
Wasn't it just because that pair of fake moons padded with stuffing was a bit bigger?
What was so great about that?
Even if she was flat, she was rich!
All these scumbags who judge people by their chest deserved to be shot ten thousand times!
She pulled out her ID card and slammed it onto the counter.
"Open a membership. Recharge 500."
The cashier suspiciously picked up the ID, examined it carefully as if verifying its authenticity, then dragged out his words.
"Oh~ turns out you really are eighteen."
While speaking, he still glanced disdainfully at her flat chest.
Damn it—if it weren't for PUBG being released, I would've switched internet cafés a long time ago, the girl cursed inwardly.
Finally, she booted up a computer in the smoke-free area.
She logged into her CrossFire account and clicked Mystic Gate to unlock PUBG.
The matchmaking speed was insanely fast. In less than a second, a match with over ninety players was formed.
The girl wore oversized headphones and held a large mouse in her small hand, looking adorably harmless.
Unfortunately for her enemies, she was anything but harmless.
Because she was a torture-level player.
Her operations were extremely smooth, like a PUBG streamer with a hundred promotions under their belt.
And her aim was genuinely good.
In PUBG mode, good marksmanship was king—and her luck was outrageous too. She landed straight onto an M4.
She knocked a player down, didn't bother finishing him, and sat nearby to watch him bleed out.
"Wow, stupid socks, you Dogecoin player—so shameless. I quit. Goodbye!"
"Knocked? How dare you curse me!"
The player regretted not hearing that last voice.
If he'd realized it was a girl, he would've instantly transformed from a troll into an ultimate simp.
After all, in shooters like this, female players were extremely rare. As the saying goes, rarity breeds value—if your voice sounded even halfway decent, you were a goddess.
The girl finished him off, then crouched behind cover.
Through her headphones, she heard approaching footsteps.
The game was insanely realistic—the sound of rubber soles stepping on hay felt almost real.
As for visuals, backed by Antarctic Corporation's technology, the quality was unquestionable.
Even if the sun went out one day, players would still never believe Antarctic's games had bad graphics.
If any troll dared to smear Antarctic's visuals, they'd probably get stabbed to death with curry.
"Left side—coming, coming!" the girl muttered nervously."Damn it—there's someone on the right too! Come on! Those footsteps are heavy—his gear must be insane!"
She seemed completely immersed—not playing a game, but executing a real mission.
Footsteps on both sides—clear as day.
She could even hear their breathing while running.
Suddenly, she switched items, pulled out a grenade, and without hesitation threw it to the right.
Then she spun around instantly.
The muzzle flashed, spraying fire at the enemy on the left.
Tap! Tap!
A cloud of blood mist erupted as the left-side player was knocked down instantly.
The poor guy hadn't even done anything yet—still admiring the scenery—when he was sent straight to the afterlife.
Boom!!
An explosion echoed on the right, and two kill notifications appeared in the top-right corner.
[Stupid Socks killed Paratrooper One with M4.][Stupid Socks killed Wuhe Sima Guang with a grenade.]
"Damn it!!"
Before the girl could even celebrate, a gunshot rang out.
98K.
Her head exploded from long range.
The screen turned gray.
She clenched her teeth, wishing she could swallow the computer whole.
It was her first match ever—and she had already killed three people!
And just like that, she was gone.
It hurt too much.
On a distant hill, a three-hundred-pound fat man pushed up his glasses and put away the 98K, leaving only a reverse arrow emote behind.
No one knew what that reverse arrow meant.
Only that in this game, player freedom was absurdly high.
You could hole up in a house, turn on the gas stove, and cook yourself a bowl of noodles—as long as you weren't afraid of dying.
You could ride a motorcycle across the map.
Even a simple trampoline—if you had the skill—could be driven like an F1 car.
Soon, PUBG mode earned the nickname "Fairy Server", also known as "PUBG: Ragnarok."
Not because of hackers—Antarctic games never had cheats. That was common knowledge.
But because there were simply too many fairy-brain players.
It was clearly a shooter, yet some people managed to turn it into a campfire party.
It was supposed to be casual, yet others played it like Need for Speed.
In short, the girl queued up again.
This time, she wisely chose team mode.
And within her squad—
There was one name that stunned her.
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