Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later (ON-HOLD)

Chapter 1: End

Translator: CKtalon

I guess it's almost time.

Zhou Mu drew across the seemingly endless list of completed missions and muttered.

More than 200 main missions, more than 2,000 side missions, more than 1,000 hidden environments, and all the achievements had been collected... It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he had completed all the game content that the developers of the VRRPG (Virtual Reality Role Playing Game)-Doomsday Watchers had designed.

Platinuming a game couldn't get any better.

As Zhou Mu flipped through the game's records, he sighed at how much effort he had put into this game.

Man, did I spend more than 13,000 hours on this game? This is a little exaggerated for a single-player game. Is there a second person in the world who has thrown more than 10,000 hours into the game?

Zhou Mu was surprised by the time he spent via the record breakdown.

Zhou Mu had always believed that he wasn't really living as a human during the ten-plus hours he toiled at his company.

If he made this the measure of choice and deducted the time he spent sleeping every day, he was akin to a person living in the sword and magical world of Doomsday Watchers than in the real world.

However, all good things had to come to an end. It was finally time to say goodbye to this world.

With this in mind, Zhou Mu, who felt his heart gradually grow heavy, waved his hand and closed the statistics interface.

It wasn't that he was tired of this game compared to the real world where he had to face all kinds of pressure every day, he found serenity from just looking at the scenery in the game's Vic Continent.

If possible, he really hoped that he could continue living this other life in-game.

However, the pressure of reality was ever-present.

Having crossed the 30-year-old threshold, Zhou Mu could already sense the invisible shackles gradually tightening: the shocking results of his physical examination, the pressure from his mortgage and car loans, the rumors in the company about retrenching older employees, and so on...

He had to sacrifice sleep to squeeze out an hour or two for gaming. Meanwhile, his body-which hadn't been in the pinkest of health for a long time-had already begun to issue constant alarms.

In the past half a year, he had fainted twice without any warning. His doctor and boss had seriously talked to him more than once.

Suffering a sudden death or being retrenched weren't outcomes he wanted. After weighing the pros and cons, it was time to quit.

Zhou Mu looked up and surveyed his surroundings. At this moment, he was sitting at a huge obsidian round table in the middle of a magnificent hall that was like a pantheon in Rome.

This was the round table hall in the Twilight Fortress.

Twilight Fortress was the headquarters of the Doomsday Watchers, a salvation army that wasn't restricted by borders. It was the closest place to home for players, and it was also the first stronghold the players arrived at in the main storyline.

Before leaving completely, Zhou Mu planned on giving himself a ceremonial farewell. Choosing this place to end it all could be said to be of extraordinary significance.

It was both the beginning and the end.

Zhou Mu sat for a while longer when he heard chaotic footsteps outside. Then, the heavy adamantine door was pushed open, and the entire round table hall was divided into two by the light coming from the outside.