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After hours of effort, Mo Jiang finally created a powerful code-based virus. This virus was unlike the typical ones used to sabotage gas. While standard ga viruses were just lines of code that caused crashes, they were often simple to detect and remove.
But Mo Jiang's creation was sothing far more advanced—a virus derived directly from the ga's source data. In simpler terms, Mo Jiang had essentially created an NPC-like entity, a virus with its own physical form, which he could control in real ti. It was as though Mo Jiang had beco part of the ga itself.
To complete his creation, Mo Jiang even designed a body for the virus. It was eerily similar to his old in-ga GM303 avatar but now ard with a scythe resembling Death's weapon.
His goal? To beco the Grim Reaper of the ga, harvesting the lives of players indiscriminately.
He didn't even try to conceal his identity. The familiar figure was his declaration: Grandpa 303 is back!
After fine-tuning the design, Mo Jiang added a na tag to his creation: Entity_303. Looking at the finished product, he couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.
"Just a few more abilities, and it'll be perfect!" he muttered with a grin.
"A data-invasion skill is a must. That way, I can breach players' computers directly!"
"Let's create a personal virus! My very own 303 Virus!
Then, more ideas ca flooding in.
"The abilities need to look flashy... and devastating!"
"How about controlling flas that can lt everything? Wherever I go, fire follows!"
"Oh, and being invincible is non-negotiable. Gotta have that."
Hours flew by as he ticulously programd these features. When it was all done, Mo Jiang leaned back and smiled. His virus might not be as flamboyant as HIM, but it was lethal.
The data-invasion skill could counter any in-ga admin, and the fla ability would decimate players. Combined with invincibility, he'd be unstoppable—a true terror walking the ga world.
Finally, it was ti.
Mo Jiang hacked into Zero Point Corporation's ga database with ease, bypassing every firewall like a professional unlocking his own front door. Once inside, he injected Entity_303 into the ga.
The mont the virus was deployed, sothing unexpected happened. A surge of energy coursed through the network and into Mo Jiang's mind. He blacked out instantly.
When Mo Jiang opened his eyes, he was confused. He wasn't sitting at his computer anymore. Instead, he was... inside the ga.
"...What the heck?" He blinked, taking in the blocky but vivid surroundings of Minecraft.
"I didn't even log in. How am I in here?"
Puzzled, he tried logging out, but there was no exit button. He fiddled with nus, shouted commands, and tried every trick in the book, but nothing worked.
"What's going on?!"
Panic set in. He could feel things now—textures, sensations—things he'd never noticed when he played before. The world wasn't just pixels and code anymore. It felt real, alive.
"Don't tell … Did I... sohow get trapped here?"
Desperate for answers, Mo Jiang spotted a wandering skeleton in the distance. He imdiately approached its aggro range, deliberately provoking it.
"Maybe if I die, I can log out," he reasoned.
The skeleton obliged, firing arrow after arrow into him. When his health bar hit zero, Mo Jiang collapsed to the ground, his vision fading to black.
But when he ca to, he was still in the ga world.
"No way!" His voice cracked. "Why can't I leave?!"
Mo Jiang slumped to the ground, overwheld by his situation. The ga world, once just a simulation, now felt uncannily alive. It wasn't like the imrsive virtual reality he'd experienced before. This world had substance—it wasn't just ones and zeroes.
"Could it be… Did I actually transmigrate into the ga?"
It sounded ridiculous, but after witnessing phenona like HIM, Mo Jiang couldn't dismiss the possibility.
"If that's the case…" His mind raced. "Where's my cheat? My system?"
Mo Jiang, though not much of a novel reader, had read enough comics to know the trope. If you transmigrate, you're supposed to get so kind of golden finger—a system, a guide, sothing to set you on the path to greatness.
"System! Are you there?" He shouted into the void.
"Activate system! Bind system! Hello? Anyone?"
He waited in silence. Nothing happened.
"Damn it!" Mo Jiang deflated, muttering, "Aren't transmigrated protagonists supposed to get a system? What kind of budget transmigration is this?"
Unfortunately for him, Mo Jiang was not the chosen protagonist of this world. There was no system waiting for him.
After two minutes of sulking, he sighed deeply and began to accept his new reality.
"Fine. I'm stuck here. At least I don't have to go back to work, deal with bosses, or get blad for stuff I didn't do."
The more he thought about it, the brighter things seed.
"No more worrying about bills, no more living paycheck to paycheck, and most importantly…" He grinned. "No more deciding what to order for lunch every day!"
Standing tall, Mo Jiang spread his arms wide.
"Grandpa is finally free!"
For all his faults, Mo Jiang had an incredible talent for adapting. Perhaps it was because his real life had been so full of struggles that even being trapped in a strange ga world felt like an upgrade.
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