1 – Damn! I Want to Quit the Group!

“Unbelievable, I wrote so well, yet only fifty-six subscriptions? Ridiculous!”

Wang Ping stared at the writer’s backstage on his computer, seeing only fifty-six first subscriptions, feeling rather exasperated.

Wang Ping, as his name suggests, had a rather ordinary life.

He went through nine years of compulsory education, then attended a technical college.

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

His girlfriend thought he was incompetent and unambitious, so she ran off with someone else.

This made him deeply frustrated, causing him to immerse himself in the world of novels.

Whenever he saw some author writing poorly, he would criticize them for not knowing how to write.

Then, he heard that writing novels could be quite lucrative, so he thought he’d read novels for so many years, it shouldn’t be hard to write one.

Then, nothing much happened.

From not being able to write anything at all, to eventually being able to write somewhat smoothly, he expended unknown amounts of energy.

However, when his first book was published, the initial subscriptions were in the single digits, nearly causing him to collapse.

This second book, although better than the first, was still a disaster.

The most important thing was, he had no money to stay in his rented room and focus on writing novels anymore.

“Sigh, indeed, no industry is easy,”

Wang Ping sighed deeply, looking at the messy computer desk filled with instant noodles, smoking a cigarette, dazedly staring at the ceiling.

Now, he was already twenty-five years old, and he had no idea how to continue his life.

At twenty-five, with no savings at all, and being an orphan, marriage seemed hopeless.

If he fell ill, it would be like the sky falling down.

“This Earth Online, what a trash game, might as well not play it!”

Wang Ping spat out a smoke ring angrily, muttering gloomily.

“Ding, you are invited to join the Transcendents’ Chat Group. Would you like to join immediately?”

At that moment, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Wang Ping’s mind.

Then, a light blue virtual screen appeared in front of Wang Ping.

On it, there were options for ‘Yes’ and ‘No’.

“!!!”

This snapped Wang Ping out of his thoughts; he couldn’t help but wipe his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.

However, after rubbing his eyes several times and finding that the light blue screen was still there, he couldn’t help but get excited.

“A chat group!?”

“Turns out, I’m also a lucky one with a golden finger! It’s just that this golden finger came so many years late.”

Wang Ping rubbed his hands in excitement.

Speaking of which, many protagonists in novels are average Joes, who get a golden finger at their lowest point, soaring high and reaching the peak of life from then on.

He figured he was in this kind of situation too.

However, a chat group, in today’s online literature world, is considered an outdated golden finger.

Moreover, chat groups usually distribute golden fingers to everyone, not just individuals.

If it’s a harmonious, mutually supportive chat group, that would be great.

If it’s a chat group filled with scheming and backstabbing, that would be troublesome.

“Whatever, even if it’s a dark-themed chat group, as long as I keep my ambitions low, it shouldn’t be a big problem.”

Wang Ping muttered in his heart.

In the world he lived in, it was just an ordinary world. As long as he could get stronger through the chat group, make some money, and enjoy life, that would be enough.

Yes, even if he joined a chat group, he only wanted to live a relatively prosperous, safe, and happy life.

Although this ambition is modest, compared to his previous life, it would be much better.

Of course, this was based on the assumption that the chat group’s atmosphere wasn’t good. If the chat group’s atmosphere was excellent, he would still imagine things like extraordinary powers and immortality.

With these thoughts, Wang Ping chose ‘Yes’.

“Ding, congratulations on joining the Transcendents’ Chat Group. Transcendence will commence in half an hour. Please prepare yourself mentally.”

The system’s voice sounded, leaving Wang Ping stunned.

“Transcendence? What is this nonsense?”

While Wang Ping was in a daze, new messages appeared in the chat group.

“Ding, congratulations on the 66th member, Wang Ping, joining the Transcendents’ Chat Group.”

“Ding, congratulations on the 67th member, Chen Kang, joining the Transcendents’ Chat Group.”

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

Wu Jun (20): “Oh, two newcomers at once? Welcome, welcome!”

Liu Mei (15): “Another couple of unfortunates? So pitiful.”

Zhang Hu (5): “Let’s mourn. I wonder if these two can survive.”

Fang Yun (3): “It’s tough. Out of the last ten newcomers, none survived. Terrible!”

“???”

Seeing the conversation in the chat group, Wang Ping was a bit bewildered.

Huh!?

What did the group members mean by this? Does this group often have people dying?

Just as Wang Ping wanted to speak, another newcomer spoke up.

Chen Kang (67): “Dear transcendental seniors, what do you mean by all the last ten newcomers dying? Is this group dangerous? Terrified.jpg”

Fang Yun: “Hehe, you catch on quick, knowing to address us as transcendental seniors since this is the Transcendents’ Chat Group. Indeed, as you guessed, this group is dangerous, and not just a little.”

Chen Kang (67): “…”

Wang Ping (66): “…”

Zhang Hu (5): “From the number at the end of your names, you can tell the order in which we joined the group. Now, look at the group member list. See how many there are.”

With Zhang Hu’s words, Wang Ping quickly looked at the group list.

Then, he saw something that made his scalp tingle.

Group Members: 7/67.

A series of black avatars and names.

Didn’t this mean that out of the sixty-five people who had joined before, only five were still alive?

This mortality rate was absurdly high!

For a moment, Wang Ping was terrified, and his fear grew exponentially.

He thought he got a golden finger, but who knew it was a death trap.

Wang Ping (66): “.Can I still quit the group now?”

Chen Kang (67): “.+1”

Liu Mei (15): “Hehe, no, you can’t. Once you join, there’s no going back. I suggest you stop panicking and prepare for the transmigration in half an hour. That might increase your survival chances. Just a bit, though.”

Wang Ping: “.Why do you say that?”

Liu Mei (15): “You probably imagine transmigration as soul travel, into a decent family, or at worst, a classic orphan start.”

Chen Kang (67): “Isn’t it?”

Liu Mei: “Hehe, of course not. The real start is this chat group randomly choosing a world and throwing you there. In other words, your identity will be that of a black household. To the people of the other world, you’ll be a strange-looking outsider with even different language. The consequences, you can figure out on your own.”