I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 1 Antique Game Console

Golden Apple Imperial Box.

Men and women shook their bodies heartily and danced to the beat of the music. Their snow-white thighs, sweaty chest muscles, female charm, and male hormones intertwined into a crazy and intoxicating whirlpool.

Suddenly, a woman's scream came from the bathroom.

Immediately after, a woman stumbled out of the bathroom, with large amounts of blood covering her neck and chest.

Everyone in the box who was still having fun was frightened when they saw this scene.

"Run? Why are you running? Come back here!!"

The young man walked out of the bathroom holding up his pants, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, walked to the table, picked up a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

"cough……"

The young man coughed, and suddenly bright red blood stained the white wine in the bottle into red wine.

"Brother Jun, stop drinking, stop drinking."

Several friends came forward and pulled his arm.

"Fuck off!"

Zhang Jun threw away his arm.

Stretching out his finger: "You still owe me a lot of money, please pay me back."

The accused young man's face suddenly became embarrassed.

The young man continued to point down at the fat man next to him: "You always said you would treat me to dinner, but what about this meal?"

"Please, Brother Jun, just tell me what you want to eat and I will arrange it right away."

"Haha, I just like that you can talk and don't need to arrange anything. You can just get married today."

"Today...I..."

Fatty Li looked back at the bottles of Ace of Spades on the table, and his face turned green.

"And you, you, you, that bitch, if you dare to run away, I'll have you tied up in the toilet tomorrow and do RBQ!"

The box gradually became quiet, and everyone looked at the former God of Wealth in front of them. Their eyes changed from the initial flattery to humbleness and fear.

No one knows what illness the God of Wealth is suffering from today.

"Why don't you speak?"

"Haha, I don't have any money, right? OK."

Zhang Jun shook the bottle that had turned into red wine in his hand, and handed the wine to Fatty Li's face in front of him: "Drink, drink, and I'll let you go."

Fatty Li took the wine with a grimace, and looked at the blood-stained wine with a mask of pain on his face.

The girl who was called a bitch before stepped forward and took Zhang Jun's arm: "Brother Jun, are you feeling unwell? How about I take you to the hospital?"

"Go to the hospital?"

Zhang Jun stared at her.

"Brother Jun..."

The woman was stunned by his gaze and wanted to step back, but Zhang Jun reached out and pinched her chin, carefully examined the beautiful face, and suddenly smiled.

"Okay, my heart, liver, spleen, and lungs are almost dying, how about you donate some to me?"

"Brother Jun...I..."

The woman trembled.

Seeing that the woman believed it was true, Zhang Jun became bored and pushed her away: "Idiot, you dare to donate but I don't dare to ask for it."

After saying that, he ignored the strange looks from everyone and casually smashed the wine bottle in his hand on the TV set nearby.

"Fat man, this is yours too."

After saying that, he ignored Fatty Li's surprised gaze and walked out of the door unsteadily.

Everyone wanted to stop them, but no one had the courage, because this KTV was owned by the Zhang family, and Zhang Jun didn't need to take action if they wanted to deal with them.

"Brother Zhang..."

The doorman respectfully pushed open the glass door.

Zhang Jun walked to the door, took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it to his mouth.

After groping around, I couldn't find the lighter.

But by this time the doorman had already brought the fire to him.

Zhang Jun lowered his head and lit the cigarette.

"Hiss~poof~"

He looked at the doorman up and down. He seemed to be the same age as himself, but his face had a youthful look that was different from his own.

"just graduated?"

"No, I'm still taking the postgraduate entrance examination and working part-time."

Zhang Jun blew out a puff of smoke into the other person's face and asked in a joking tone: "If you knew that you were going to die, what would you do?"

"what?"

The doorman obviously didn't expect Zhang Jun to ask him such a weird question, and he was a little confused.

But he still answered seriously: "I want to spend time with my mother."

Spend time with your family, standard answer.

Zhang Jun took a long drag on his cigarette: "So, if the person who wants you dead is exactly your so-called family, where are your relatives?"

This question is obviously full of malicious intent.

Surprisingly, however, the doorman didn't deny it as loudly as he thought.

Instead, he silently pulled up his clothes.

On his lower abdomen, there was a thirty-centimeter scar lying on it like a crooked centipede.

"Six years ago, my mother gave me one of her kidneys."

The cigarette in Zhang Jun's mouth trembled.

"Two years ago, in order to support my education, my uncle sold all the family's cows, sheep, and pigs."

"and also……"

"Okay, okay, brother, you are happy, you are awesome..."

Zhang Jun immediately signaled the boy to stop talking. He usually showed off his wealth to others, but he didn't expect that when he was about to die, he was severely shown off by a doorman.

Yes, show off your face.

He was so dazzled that he was a little jealous.

A long time ago, I felt a little uncomfortable.

After going to the hospital for a checkup, nothing could be found except for a slight kidney deficiency.

But his health is getting worse and worse.

Not long ago, I started to have nosebleeds, which gradually became more and more serious.

After going to the largest provincial hospital, I discovered that my internal organs were rapidly failing.

This decline is irreversible.

In the following days, I only have two situations.

Maybe wake up.

Maybe not awake...

What made him even more chilling was that he heard the conversation between his grandfather and others while he was in a coma.

Only then did I realize that my grandfather, father, and even all relatives in the family had known about my illness for a long time.

Only then did he realize that his family's business was in poor shape when he was born.

So a gentleman was invited.

But this gentleman is not a kind person.

He took away half of their family's property and told his grandfather a way.

It is to use one's own life to prolong the wealth of the family.

Because my destiny is the most special one, which is to be blessed by Gengxin, one of the favorites of ghosts and gods, so it would be best to use myself as a sacrifice.

Thinking of the relatives in the hospital who usually responded to my needs, they looked at me with expressions of ridicule, regret, and gloating.

He even wished he could die early.The strong feeling of loneliness and despair made him feel like he was about to suffocate.

Keep your head down and walk along the road.

He didn't know where he was going, but he suddenly felt envious of the doorman.

Isn’t it said that good people don’t live long, but disasters stay for thousands of years?

I haven't done anything good or good.

Zhang Jun followed the direction of the crowd aimlessly. When he looked up, he found that he had walked into an alley without knowing it.

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and there were still many people setting up street vendors in the alleys. There were actually more people on the streets than during the day.

Ghost city!

I have heard before that there is a ghost market behind this street, but I have never been to this place.

Why did you end up here in such a daze?
Now that he's here, Zhang Jun doesn't intend to turn around and go home. On the contrary, he finds this place quite interesting.

Follow the crowd and wander forward.

"Give me some more. These are all good things. Look at how well they are preserved."

"No, this thing is from the 70s. It's not considered an antique. I really can't give it to you."

In front of the stall, the sound of bargaining can be heard from time to time.

The things on the stalls really gave him a refreshing feeling. There were a lot of antiques. Whether they were real or fake, he didn't have much interest in them.

On the contrary, those inconspicuous gadgets, such as tin frogs, four-wheel drive racing cars, kaleidoscopes, yo-yos, etc., made Zhang Jun feel particularly friendly.

Of course, there are some old things, such as badges, medals, etc., but as the two people bargaining before said, these things are not antiques.

Zhang Jun was not very interested in these things. He walked around and saw nothing rare. Until he walked to a stall selling furniture, a special thing attracted Zhang Jun.

Behind a pile of discarded furniture, an arcade machine more than one meter high was seen abandoned in the corner.

There is still a dark red wallpaper on the arcade, but the portraits of the characters on it have been blurred.

"This thing..."

Zhang Jun looked at this old antique and remembered that it seemed to be a game console from a long time ago. When he was a child, he secretly used his family's money to play in Hall B.

It seems that I was still in elementary school at that time.

What a carefree age.

Recalling his childhood, Zhang Jun's face rarely showed a long-lost smile.

Turn around and walk straight to the machine.

"Can I still play with this machine?"

Zhang Jun pointed at the machine and said.

The boss looked Zhang Jun up and down and shook his head: "I don't know. I collect old furniture and package it for delivery. I have a plug here. If you want to buy it, I will try it for you. If it breaks, forget it."

"Forget it!" Zhang Jun shook his head, he was too lazy to try.

The boss realized that he was wrong for a moment, thinking that the business was bad, so he said nothing. But at this time, a wad of banknotes was handed directly to the boss.

"I want everything, including the tricycle behind you."

The boss' eyes widened when he looked at the thick banknotes in his hand. Even if he added a tricycle, he wouldn't need so many.

But only a fool would think it was too much money, so he immediately took the money and showed a flattering face: "Okay, okay, I'll help you move it up."

The boss enthusiastically moved the game console onto the tricycle, not forgetting to tie it up with ropes.

"Huhuhu..."

In the night, Zhang Jun shook his hand on the handlebar and panted heavily. The tricycle swayed under his control, as if it might overturn at any time.

But Zhang Jun's face showed excitement instead. In his eyes, expensive and luxurious cars were not as fresh as this tricycle.

When I was a child, my family's business was average, and my father often rode a broken tricycle to deliver goods.

In my memory, I always wanted to ride a tricycle, but my father would never let him touch that tricycle at that time.

Later, when I grew older, my family's business suddenly became booming, and I never saw that tricycle again.

Riding on it at this moment, Zhang Jun felt like he was back when he was a child, back to that carefree childhood. The only difference was that this time he got to ride this tricycle as he wished.

"Cough cough cough..." The violent exercise caused a burning tingling sensation in his abdomen. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and wiped the corners of his lips casually.

Zhang Jun grinned, but stood up and kicked harder.

The cool breeze blew across his face, and the feeling of breaking free made him more and more excited. He even started to bleed from the nose without realizing it, but he didn't care.

Pedestrians on the roadside would occasionally turn their heads and look at this young man covered in famous brands with a strange expression. While wiping the blood on his face, he was swaying on a broken three-wheeler, and there was something leisurely in his mouth. He hummed a little tune.

"Fuck, is this guy on drugs?"

"You'd be a lunatic even if you didn't take drugs."

Pedestrians on the roadside shook their heads silently, and some even took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Zhang Jun had noticed it a long time ago, but he didn't care. He just wanted to go back and play games as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the apartment he lived in was not far from here, but even so, after Zhang Jun got home, he still felt like he was about to die.

I quickly took medicine, lay down on the sofa and rested for a while before I recovered.

After washing his face, Zhang Jun wiped the game console carefully, especially after Zhang Jun wiped every button clean repeatedly, and then plugged it in.

"Zizi..."

The display screen of the game console flickered a few times, and gradually became clear from the snowflake screen in Zhang Jun's expectant eyes.

Hmm... let me see...

Zhang Jun tried to shake the joystick and enter the game options.

At first glance, there are quite a few games.

Zhang Jun casually opened a game that looked familiar and started playing.

After a while, there was only the sound of playing games in the room.

Double Dragon, Dragon and Tiger Boxer, Fast Fighting Tornado...

Although there is nothing new about these old games, Zhang Jun never tires of playing them.

By the time the sky was getting brighter, Zhang Jun was also a little tired, and sleepiness came to his heart, but he still didn't want to sleep. With his face like this, he was rummaging through the black and white catalogue.

At this time, a line of scarlet text in the catalog appeared in his sight.

[Arena of Gods and Demons]

Is there still this game?
Zhang Jun rubbed his eyes and casually pressed the confirmation button.

rustling...

When the screen in front of him went black, Zhang Jun thought it was stuck, so he pressed the confirmation button a few more times.

White snowflakes began to float on the black screen, followed by a line of red bloodstains appearing in front of Zhang Jun.

The blood stains turned into crooked handwriting.

[The two factions of good and evil are fighting endlessly, causing turmoil in the world and causing mountains and rivers to collapse. Therefore, the gods and demons were commissioned to build an arena to facilitate both parties to place bets and resolve disputes! 】

This style of using narration to explain the background first makes Zhang Jun feel like he is watching an 80s Hong Kong movie.

The blood stains twisted and twisted, and finally turned into a red snake coiled in front of the display screen.

The moment the poisonous snake raised its head, Zhang Jun was startled. He felt that the snake looked like a 3D effect, which was extremely lifelike.

Can this old antique still have such an effect? ?
Zhang Jun didn't understand the technical principles of this thing, but he was greatly shocked.

"Sisi..."

The poisonous snake swallowed the snake letter, and two words appeared below.

One red and one white.

Written in white is [正]

The red letter says [evil]

Is this a choice of camp?
Zhang Jun tried shaking the joystick and chose the evil camp. Who would be a good person when playing games.

Just be a bad guy!

After confirming the camp, Zhang Jun tapped his finger on the confirmation button.

"Pah!! Zizzizi!!"

The lights in the apartment flickered on and off.
Zhang Jun felt his fingers go numb. Before he could pull his hand away, a hot current surged through his body. However, he felt weak all over and his consciousness became blurred...

(End of this chapter)