spirapira
Stories
9
Chapters
2,091
Words
4.0 M
Comments
5
Reading
13 d, 21 h
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Unable to trace the game's origins, and with leaders from various nations—already implanted with mental suggestions—fanning the flames, the curiosity and investigation surrounding the game ultimately shifted toward exploring its content. The more people tried to "uncover the truth" from within the game, the more people became immersed in that world, absorbing its subtle influence. Everything was proceeding according to Mo Lan's expectations. In less than three years, across all of Earth, virtually…-
1.2 M • Ongoing
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"Breathe in... breathe out..." Xiao Xiao worked hard to regulate her breathing rhythm, trying to forcibly drag her attention back to the flame meditation image. But after less than ten minutes, she felt a wave of mental fatigue and irritability. She simply couldn't conjure the complete flame meditation image in her mind. She had no choice but to abandon the attempt and open her eyes. "As expected... it's not that simple." Xiao Xiao smiled bitterly, but she wasn't discouraged. She knew this was the normal…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Xiao Xiao knew full well that the "game" 《Erta Apocalypse》 appeared forgiving on the surface, but was in reality extremely strict when it came to resource management. A player's initial psychic power was their most precious starting capital, essentially determining their purchasing power and potential. Initial psychic power varied from player to player — those on the low end had a pitiful single-digit amount, while even the highest only reached thirty to fifty points. The conventional methods of…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Even though she was mentally prepared, even though she had played this game for years in her previous life, at this moment, Xiao Xiao's heart still pounded violently from the incomparable sense of realism. How could this be a game? It was clearly like being thrown once again into that desperate wasteland, as if she had returned to the apocalypse. She forced herself to calm down. Now was not the time for sentiment. Time was life, was Gem Coins, was the chips for future survival! She lowered her head and…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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June 20, 2026, 7:20 PM. Across the world's major forums, gaming communities, social media platforms, and even some professional tech news websites... almost simultaneously, posts appeared with highly similar content but from different accounts with untraceable IP addresses: 【Revolutionary Immersive Experience! 《Holographic Game: Apocalypse Descends》 Global Open Beta Countdown: 72 Hours! Reserve Now, Limited Edition Game Helmets Free! Global Delivery!】 The timing, the platforms, and the flawless yet…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Around Mo Lan's body, an extremely thin yet light-bending layer of high-level Invisibility spell shimmered. Never mind hurried pedestrians—even the surveillance cameras on street corners could only capture a momentary, nearly indiscernible distortion of light and shadow. She stood quietly at the edge of the surging crowd, her calm gaze sweeping over everything before her. Nearly every pedestrian held an AI smartphone. The cars driving along the road were similar in design to those in her memory, though…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Rapidly destroying Earth's technological products wasn't actually difficult for Mo Lan. A single green Dragon spell, "Civilization Rot," could cause all of Earth's technological products to soften and decay like rotting flesh. The Technology Ghosts inhabiting them would also dissipate in an extremely short time after losing all their host devices and information-exchange environments. But this would cause the entire planet's power grids, water supply systems, medical equipment, transportation networks,…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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The beacon trembled faintly, and in the next instant, a teal beam of light appeared in her field of vision. "Clack! Can you see it?" Mo Lan looked toward Clack in the pilot's seat. Clack tilted his skull to one side, fished a wooden placard from the spatial ring on his finger bones, and held it up — a large "?" painted on its surface. "You can't see it?" Mo Lan turned and called out to Zhizhi and Sentai. "Can you two see it? The teal light!" "Where? What teal light?" Zhizhi bounced up and down, looking…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Before two enthusiastic Elf mothers who had clearly received Mo Lan's "true teachings," any resistance seemed futile. Mo Lan had merely been sneaking candid shots, but their Elf mothers could actually make them pose! Click! Click click! Shutter sounds rang out one after another. The Elves who hadn't yet dispersed from the area burst into good-natured laughter at the sight. Chieftain Matil watched from a distance, shaking her head, though her eyes were full of warmth and indulgence. She, too, had a magical…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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From that day on, Mo Lan became a constant presence around young Vasida and young Traci, frequently recording their lives with her magical camera and paintbrush. Countless heartwarming or hilarious moments were captured in photographs and magical paintings. She used the Book of Cards to make several copies of these photos and paintings—some were given to Vasida and Traci's Elf parents, while others were sent to Lilith and Sylph in exchange for photos of them in their hatchling dragon forms. After too…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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