I am simulating the road to eternal life in the chat group

"It's amazing. I wrote so well, but I only have fifty-six subscriptions. It's outrageous!"

Wang Ping looked at the first order data of only fifty-six on the writer's backend on the computer, and became a little angry.

Wang Ping, as his name suggests, had an ordinary life.

Ordinary students complete nine years of compulsory education and then go to a junior college.

After graduation, I worked as a waiter and screwed screws.

His girlfriend thought he was incompetent and unmotivated, so she ran away with him.

This also made him depressed and immersed in the world of novels.

Whenever he saw an author poisoning him, he would complain about whether the author could write novels.

Then, he heard others saying that writing novels was very profitable, so he thought to himself that after reading novels for so many years, he might not be good enough to write novels.

Then, there is no more.

From being unable to hold in his fart at the beginning to being able to write a book more fluently later on, he spent an unknown amount of energy.

However, after the first book was put on the shelves, the first single-digit order almost made him collapse.

This second book, while much better than the first, was also crushing.

The most important thing is that he has no money to stay in a rented house and write novels wholeheartedly.

"Well, as expected, every industry is not easy."

Wang Ping looked at the instant noodles on the messy computer table, smoked a cigarette, sighed deeply, and looked up at the ceiling in confusion.

Now, he is twenty-five years old, and he no longer knows how to live the rest of his life.

He was twenty-five years old, had no savings at all, was still an orphan, and had no hope of getting married.

If you get sick randomly, the sky will fall.

"This ol' earth is really shit, so don't play with it!"

Wang Ping blew out a smoke ring and muttered depressedly.

"Ding, the time traveler chat group invites you to join. Do you want to join now?"

At this moment, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Wang Ping's mind.

Then, a light blue virtual screen also appeared in front of Wang Ping's eyes.

Above, there are ‘yes’ and ‘no’ options.

"!!!"

This made Wang Ping come back to his senses and couldn't help but wipe his eyes, thinking that he was hallucinating and auditory hallucinations.

However, when he wiped his eyes several times and found that the light blue screen in front of him had not disappeared, he couldn't help but become excited.

"Chat group!?"

"It turns out that I am also a winner in life with a golden finger! It's just that the golden finger came so many years late."

Wang Ping rubbed his hands excitedly.

Speaking of which, the protagonists in many novels are mediocre, and then they get a golden finger when they are most lonely, and then they soar to the top of their lives.

He is probably in the same situation.

However, group chat streaming is somewhat outdated in today’s Internet literature world.

Moreover, chat groups generally send cheating tips to a group and are not considered personal.

If it was a chat group with a harmonious atmosphere and mutual help, that would be great.

If it is the kind of chat group with serious intrigues, it will be very troublesome.

"Whatever, even if it's a dark wind chat group, as long as I keep my temper and lower my desires, it won't be a big problem."

Wang Ping muttered in his heart.

The world he lives in is just an ordinary world. He relies on chat groups to make his body stronger, earn some money, and enjoy life.

That's right, even if he joins the chat group, he just wants to live a relatively prosperous, happy and peaceful life.

Although this is a bit unambitious, it is already many times better than the previous days.

Of course, this is based on joining a chat group with a bad atmosphere. If it is a chat group with a very good atmosphere, he will still fantasize about things like extraordinary power and immortality.

As thoughts surged, Wang Ping chose ‘yes’.

"Ding, congratulations on joining the time traveler chat group. Time travel will start in half an hour, please be mentally prepared."

The sound of the system sounded, making Wang Ping stunned.

"Time travel? What the hell is this?"

While Wang Ping was stunned, new news also appeared in the chat group.

"Ding, congratulations to group member No. 66 Wang Ping for joining the time traveler chat group."

"Ding, congratulations to group member No. 67 Chen Kang for joining the time traveler chat group."

With the emergence of these two group messages, the group became lively.

Wu Jun (20): "Hey, are there two new people here at once? Welcome!"

Liu Mei (15): "Are there two more unlucky guys? How pitiful."

Zhang Hu (5): "Silent silence. I don't know if these two people can survive."

Fang Yun (3): "It's difficult. Not one of the recent ten newcomers can survive. It's so miserable."

"???"

Looking at the chat content in the chat group, Wang Ping was a little confused.

Huh! ?

What do the members of this chat group mean? Do people in this group often die?

Just when Wang Ping wanted to speak, another newcomer grabbed the conversation.

Chen Kang (67): "Senior time travellers, why did you say that all ten newcomers died recently!? There must be something wrong with this group! Horror.jpg."

Fang Yun: "Hey, you understand pretty quickly. You know this is a chat group for time travellers, so you call us senior time travelers. As you said, this group does have pitfalls, and it's still a sinkhole."

Chen Kang (67): "."

Wang Ping (66): "."

Zhang Hu (5): "You can know the order of our joining the group through the number after the name. Then, you look at the list of group members to see how many people there are."

As soon as Zhang Hu spoke, Wang Ping quickly looked at the group list.

Then, he saw a scene that made his scalp tingle.

Group members 7/67.

A series of black heads and names.

Doesn't this mean that there were a total of sixty-five group members before, but now only five are alive?

This death rate is ridiculously high!

For a moment, Wang Ping felt numb, and his panic began to grow crazily.

I thought it was Goldfinger coming, but who would have thought that it turned out to be a life-killing charm.

Wang Ping (66): ".Is it too late for me to quit the group now?"

Chen Kang (67): ".Upstairs +1"

Liu Mei (15): "Haha, no way. Once you join the group, there is no way out. I think that instead of panicking, you should prepare for the time-travel in half an hour. In that case, your survival will be The rate might be a little higher, of course.”

Wang Ping: "Why do you say that?"

Liu Mei (15): "I'm afraid the time-travel you imagine is not a time-traveling experience. You have a good family. Even if it doesn't work out, it's a classic orphan start."

Chen Kang (67): "Isn't it?"

Liu Mei: "Haha, of course not. The real beginning is that this chat group randomly chooses a world and throws you there. In other words, your identity is completely that of a gangster. In the eyes of people from other worlds, you are I don’t need to say more about the consequences of a gangster who wears strange clothes and even speaks a different language.”

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