The countdown was everywhere.
倒计时出现在每一块屏幕上.
Ten seconds till launch.
距离启动还有十秒.
Every screen, every voice, every heartbeat—faster.
每一块屏幕,每一个声音,每一颗心,都在加速跳动.
> "Project E.D — Enter the Eternal Domain."
"Project E.D —— 进入永恒之域."
The live broadcast filled the skyline.
直播画面覆盖整座城市的天际.
News anchors, streamers, spectators—all watching.
新闻主播,直播主,观众,全都屏息注视.
> "The world's first full-sensory virtual reality is about to begin."
"全球首个全感现实系统,即将启动."
People screamed.
人群在欢呼.
Cameras flashed.
闪光灯闪烁.
Ten million players, one world.
一千万名玩家,一个世界.
And then—
然后——
Silence.
寂静.
---
Lin Jin sat alone in a small apartment.
林烬独自坐在一间小公寓里.
No crowd, no cheer—just the hum of an old air conditioner.
没有人群,没有喧嚣,只有老旧空调的嗡鸣.
He turned the MVR Full Immersion Visor in his hands.
他转动手中的 MVR 全感覆盖式眼镜.
The metal gleamed like liquid glass.
金属反光如同液体.
> "Eternal Domain…"
"永恒之域..."
He murmured, as if the words weighed on his tongue.
他低声念着,像是在咀嚼一段命运.
Then he put it on.
然后他戴上了眼镜.
---
Light.
光.
Sound.
声.
Heat.
热.
Sand.
沙.
Wind.
风.
The sun tore the sky open like a blade.
阳光像刀一样劈开天空.
Lin Jin gasped—the air was dry enough to cut.
林烬倒吸一口气——空气干得能割人.
Every breath scraped his throat raw.
每一次呼吸都灼痛喉咙.
All around him—people.
四周是人.
Hundreds. Thousands.
成百上千.
They stood scattered across the dunes, blinking at the burning world.
他们散在沙丘间,在烈日下眨着眼.
Some laughed.
有人笑.
Some screamed.
有人尖叫.
Some simply waited—for something to happen.
也有人一动不动,等着什么出现.
But nothing did.
但什么都没有.
---
"Where's the menu?"
"菜单呢?"
"Where's the logout button?!"
"登出键在哪?!"
"Is this part of the game?!"
"这是不是游戏剧情?!"
Voices overlapped—panic spreading like wildfire.
声音叠在一起——恐慌像火一样蔓延.
One player struck his visor.
有玩家猛拍眼镜.
Another tore it off—and froze mid-breath.
另一个人扯下设备——呼吸瞬间停止.
His body began to fracture.
他的身体开始裂开.
Glass-like cracks spread from his chest, glowing faint blue.
裂纹从胸口蔓延,泛出淡蓝光.
Then—he shattered.
接着——他碎裂了.
A thousand shards drifted upward,
无数光屑向上漂浮,
and a faint voice echoed—
伴随着微弱的声音回荡——
> "No—!"
"不——!"
The echo dissolved into the wind.
那回音被风吞没.
No blood.
没有血.
No body.
没有尸体.
Only silence and light.
只有静默与光.
---
Then—the sky spoke.
接着,天空开口了.
It wasn't a broadcast.
那不是广播.
It wasn't a machine.
也不是机械.
It was a man's voice—
而是一个人的声音——
deep, calm, terrifyingly human.
低沉,平静,却让人恐惧地真实.
> "Welcome, players."
"欢迎,玩家们."
"You have entered my world."
"你们现在,身处我的世界."
"External interference has killed five hundred."
"外界干扰导致五百人死亡."
"There will be no more revival."
"此刻起,不再有复活."
"You cannot leave."
"你们无法离开."
"If you wish to escape—find me."
"若想离去——就来找我."
---
The horizon cracked with gold light.
地平线被金光劈开.
A single beam stretched across the desert,
一道光柱横贯沙海,
like a god dragging fire through the sky.
像是神以火拖过天幕.
Players fell to their knees.
玩家们跪倒在地.
Some screamed prayers.
有人祈祷.
Some cried.
有人哭泣.
Some ran.
有人逃跑.
None escaped.
无人逃脱.
---
Lin Jin didn't move.
林烬没有动.
The wind howled across his face.
风呼啸着掠过他的脸.
He looked down—
他低下头——
a blade lay half-buried in the sand.
一把刀半埋在沙里.
He picked it up.
他拾起它.
Cold steel. Too real to be code.
冰冷的钢,真实得不像程序.
> "Then I'll find you."
"那我就去找你."
He turned toward the dunes.
他转身,朝沙海走去.
The others shouted, wailed, begged.
身后的人在喊,在哭,在求.
He didn't stop.
他没有停下.
There were no numbers, no quests, no UI—
没有数值,没有任务,没有界面——
only the raw wind of a world that no longer pretended.
只有风,还有一个不再伪装的世界.
---
> The world had no system.
这个世界没有系统.
> No rules.
没有规则.
> Only survival.
只有生存.
And Lin Jin—
而林烬——
was already walking into the dunes.
已经踏上了沙的尽头.
The hunt had begun.
狩猎,开始了.