I made myself the protagonist

There was a deafening roar above his head, and the cold wind blew past Ling Yun's ears, messing up his dazzling blond hair.

Ling Yun suddenly opened his eyes with excitement, only to find that he and a group of strangers appeared on an exposed gray concrete rooftop.

The sky was gray and the air was filled with thick smoke and a lot of burning smell.

There were abandoned posters on the ground all around, and dust was flying all over the sky. It was obviously the rooftop of a bustling city, but the nearby buildings were deathly silent, and you couldn't even hear the honking of the car horns downstairs.

The quiet rooftop was filled with an unsettling atmosphere.

Ling Yun raised his head and saw a helicopter hovering above his head, heading in the other direction of the city.

On the other side, someone in the crowd seemed to take the initiative to say something. But the noise from the helicopter was so loud that he could hardly hear the conversation of those people.

Immediately afterwards, some people started crying, some were arguing, and some rushed to the rooftop and howled at the top of their lungs at the plane... The originally weird scene began to fall into chaos.

But Ling Yun turned a deaf ear to this.

At this moment, he stared at the scene around him with wide eyes, his face as pale as paper.

"Stop making noise, come and see, why does this city seem to have suffered a terrorist attack?"

Among the crowd, a young man with unconventional red hair climbed over the iron fence. After seeing clearly the scene on the street below, he screamed and took several steps back.

Others also followed his example and came to the balcony.

The streets that were once bustling with traffic turned into a mess.

Countless scrapped vehicles crowded the streets. Cars filled the entire street in random directions. Some hit light poles, some crashed into street shops, and some burned spontaneously with only their frames left.

A gust of wind blew by, and withered leaves and newspaper garbage swept up from the ground. This seemed to be a foreign city. There were no people in the roadside shops and supermarkets, and no one could be seen on the road.

The mottled walls were covered with dark black stains of dried blood, the glass of the street window was shattered by the impact, the sharp edges shone with a faint red light under the reflection of the setting sun, and an inexplicable aura of terror flowed in the air.

In an unfamiliar environment, it is human's instinct to stick together to survive. Ling Yun slowly stood up from the ground and walked to the place where the crowd gathered at a loss.

"What happened to that helicopter that flew away just now? Why does this scene look like the end of the world?!" Someone pointed at the plane in the distance and said with a cry.

"Don't you think the surroundings look like scenes that appear in movies like Resident Evil?" Hong Mao's unintentional words made Ling Yun shiver violently.

Why does this conversation and this scene seem so familiar?

"I clearly remember that the car I was riding in encountered a traffic accident just now, and there were explosions all around... How did I appear in a place like this in the blink of an eye?" A brown-haired woman said in fear.

"I'm just like you! Are we all dead and this is hell?"

Others recalled what they had just experienced, and for a moment, the crowd fell into chaos and panic again.

"I don't understand what you are talking about. This must be some kind of prank! I want to get out of here!!!"

A young man wanted to escape from the rooftop in a panic. He pushed aside the crowd and rushed towards the locked door, knocking the confused Ling Yun to the ground.

"Are you okay, brother?" The red-haired young man stretched out his hand and pulled Ling Yun up.

Seeing that the other party had not spoken a word from beginning to end, and seemed to be easier to communicate with than other excited people, Hongmao took the initiative and said:

"From what everyone said, everyone here seems to have gathered together because of the explosion in the city center just now. I remember clearly that I was crossing the road at that time, and suddenly heard a loud noise, and then was immediately

The heat wave overturned. I was sure that I had died in the explosion. But now for some reason, I am alive again."

Hongmao accepted what happened to him more calmly than others.

He looked at Ling Yun and asked, "Brother, where are you?"

"I was passing by on a motorcycle...and was involved in the explosion..."

A strange scene appeared in his mind, but he was sure that it should be the death scene he encountered before.

Ling Yun rubbed his swollen head and felt a splitting headache. As he recalled, the doubts and uneasiness in his heart became more intense.

In reality, Ling Yun is a full-time writer and is currently writing an unlimited horror novel called "City of Crime".

After the daily update, he planned to get up and pour a glass of water. But his foot slipped and his head hit the corner of the table hard.

When he regained consciousness again, he had appeared in this strange place, and had been implanted with strange memories that did not belong to him.

"I see."

After listening to Ling Yun's words, Hongmao held his chin thoughtfully, looked around and murmured to himself: "Is there really a god in this world who can make the dead reborn?"

"Are you kidding? How could I die?"

On the other side, after hearing Hong Mao's words, a chubby middle-aged man suddenly became emotional: "Is there anyone there? Who brought me to this hellish place? Come out quickly, or I will call the police!"

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"Uncle, calm down... accept the reality, we are all dead."

Hongmao wanted to comfort him, but as soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man pointed at his nose and scolded him: "Tell me, are you a staff member? I understand, this must be a scary foreign variety show.

Is it right to deliberately play a prank to see our reaction?!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the others also turned their attention to Hongmao. They surrounded Hongmao and questioned him loudly.

Hongmao had never seen such a scene before. He panicked and wanted to explain, but because of his nervousness, he couldn't say anything.

Ling Yun, who was pushed aside by the crowd, staggered a few steps. He rubbed his swollen head and was still thinking about what all this was going on.

Ling Yun was completely stunned until he caught a glimpse of a broken dressing mirror beside the wall. He slowly walked to the mirror and looked at the completely unfamiliar face before he realized what had happened.

Cold sweat slowly flowed down his forehead. Ling Yun raised his trembling hand and slapped himself hard, his breathing becoming more rapid.

The burning pain on his face reminded Ling Yun that he was not dreaming.

Ten minutes ago, the owner of this body did die in a car accident.

Subsequently, all the victims in the accident were resurrected by a mysterious force and transported into this strange foreign city in front of them.

The experience in my memory and everything that happened before my eyes were exactly the same as the beginning of the novel "City of Crime" I was writing.

At this moment, Ling Yun finally determined one thing:

"I actually... traveled into my own book?!!!"

On the other side, a young man with glasses in the crowd looked at the helicopter flying far above his head, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "I wonder why it looks so familiar! This is the plot of Road to Survival!!!"

"Land of Survival? Isn't that a zombie game?" A male high school student about seventeen years old stared wide-eyed.

"What zombie? Stop joking!" As soon as these words came out, the crowd fell into chaos again.

His eyes slowly swept over the group of people in the distance, Ling Yun's face turned ashen.

As an author, he originally thought that he could travel through time and become the male protagonist in the book, rely on cheats to get through all the levels, and finally return successfully.

But after recalling the plot for nearly five minutes and repeatedly comparing the physical characteristics of the characters, Ling Yun discovered in despair: the owner of this body was a cannon fodder in the book who only appeared in a few hundred words and received his lunch soon.

Because he died so quickly, now, I can’t even remember what the other person’s name was…

[Your life has ended. Ark gives you hope of rebirth, but the prerequisite is that you must be recognized. 】

Just when everyone was in a mess, a cold electronic sound suddenly sounded.

Hearing this familiar line, Ling Yun suddenly jumped up and looked at the place where the sound came from in disbelief. At the same time, several lines of light blue projected text suddenly lit up in the air in front of everyone.

After seeing this, everyone who was noisy before suddenly became quiet.

The middle-aged man let go of his red hair, walked forward in a daze, looked at the text in mid-air and muttered to himself: "No way... am I really... dead..."

"It seems that I have really traveled through time." Ling Yun looked at the line of text with a bloodless face, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Ark is the name of the main god's space in the novel. In the setting of the novel, no one knows what its true identity is.

Ark will place resurrected people into various copies of different worlds. Only those who pass twenty tests will gain true freedom and return to the real world after their memories are erased.

[Ten minutes later, the mission will officially begin: players need to escape Savannah, successfully cross the Atlanta port, and board the red truck trunk with special reminders near the I-07 highway to win. 】

[After passing the level, Ark will conduct a comprehensive evaluation based on the player's performance in the mission, such as the number of ordinary infected people killed, rescuing teammates, etc. 】

[In addition, players can get extra points by killing special infected people. Depending on the type of special infected person, the score ranges from 1 to 10 points. 】

[Note: Players can check their own health and the durability of the enhanced suit through the sensor device on the chest. Once the durability reaches 0, the chemical protective suit will become ineffective; and if the player's health reaches 0, he will die immediately. ]

When the electronic sound disappeared, a countdown line appeared at the bottom of the screen.

【09:59】

"What do you mean? Let me out!"

"I don't have time to play with you. If you don't open the door, I'll call the police!"

The ears were filled with noisy arguments. People simply could not accept what was happening in front of them. They were arguing all over the place. Some even picked up fire axes from the ground and tried to destroy the locked iron door on the rooftop to find a way out.

Ling Yun was the only one who froze in place, staring blankly at the countdown on the screen, his mind going blank.

He had no time to think about what he should do to leave the world of this novel.

Now, there is a more urgent matter before us:

In the plot of the novel, the total number of players who were sent into the mission this time, including myself, was 23.

However, at the end of the mission, there were only three people, including the male protagonist, who actually returned to space alive.

According to the plot setting in the book, his cannon fodder character will die on the way to escape not long after the mission begins.

When I was writing the book, I didn’t feel much at all, but when what happened to the characters in the book was about to happen to me, and I predicted the next fate in advance, Ling Yun really felt despair:

How could I be so unlucky? If I had known this, it would be better to just kill me!

Could it be that this is retribution for my insistence on writing BE for this book?!