I Become Lucky After the Game Arrived C1

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Chapter 1

A cold breeze blew in, and Ou Zeyan unconsciously curled up.

But his eyes remained tightly shut; he was still lost in a dream.

Half-awake, half-asleep, he vaguely wondered: Did I forget to close the window before going to bed last night?

So cold!

The wind died down quickly, and soon, a rustling sound reached Ou Zeyan’s ears from outside.

A little irritated, he reached out to pull the blanket over his head to block out the noise that was disturbing his peaceful sleep.

But after fumbling for a long time, he couldn’t find the soft blanket. Instead, he felt something prickly—like some kind of… plant.

The surface beneath him felt the same—scratchy and uncomfortable.

Sensing something was wrong, Ou Zeyan’s consciousness cleared, and he snapped his eyes open.

He turned his head, disoriented, only to see a bare room with no furniture and even no ceiling.

Turning his face up, he saw the newly risen sun.

Ou Zeyan froze. His drowsiness and confusion vanished instantly. He shot up from the ground like a carp leaping out of water, his gaze sweeping around in panic.

Greenery was everywhere, a green so vibrant it was almost blinding.

A dense thicket of weeds, nearly 50 centimeters high, covered the entire bedroom floor. The bed had vanished without a trace.

And he had just been sleeping on top of the grass.

The walls were completely covered in unknown vines, hiding their original surface.

Everything in the room had disappeared, leaving only the weeds and strange plants that had completely overtaken the space.

Ou Zeyan was completely stunned, unable to comprehend what had happened.

After a few seconds of bewilderment, he scrambled to his feet, slipped on the only remaining slipper, and hurried to the door.

He wanted to tear away the vines entwined around the doorknob to open it, but he was afraid the plants might be poisonous.

Yet there was nothing nearby to use.

After a moment’s thought, Ou Zeyan lifted his foot and removed the slipper.

Balancing on one leg, he used the side of the slipper to gradually break the vines.

He carefully opened the door and peeked through the gap, only to find the hallway in a similar state to his bedroom.

He slipped his shoes back on and ventured out, peeking around the corner before cautiously exploring.

The second floor seemed normal, but the first floor…

The living room floor was gone, replaced by bare earth. There was no grass, but a two-meter-tall, spherical cactus was rooted in the ground.

The cactus ball was massive, covered in a dense thicket of spines, each one gleaming with a sharp, menacing light. It wasn’t hard to imagine what would happen if one were to touch it.

A deep purple flower bloomed atop its head, its shape unlike any ordinary cactus flower—it was exquisitely, almost unnervingly, beautiful.

Just looking at the flower, Ou Zeyan felt a chill of dread. Its beauty was truly terrifying.

He stared fixedly at the giant cactus, wondering if this could be the same miniature cactus ball he had been keeping.

But his cactus ball was only a few centimeters tall. How could it have grown so large overnight?

Besides, why had everything in his home completely vanished, replaced by plants everywhere…

Had he transmigrated? Or was it the apocalypse?

Was it just his house that had turned into this, or was the outside world the same?

What about abroad?

Ou Zeyan lowered his eyes and clenched his fists.

His father and mother had gone abroad for an art exhibition a week ago. If the situation was the same there, then they…

Ou Zeyan dared not think any further. He could only pray in his heart for their safety.

It had been a while since he woke up, but his heart was still racing, unable to calm down.

Scritch, scritch—

Crunch, crunch—

A tooth-grinding sound, whether it was chewing or scratching against the wall, echoed through the room. Ou Zeyan tilted his ear to listen, his eyes searching for the source.

Before he could find where the sound was coming from, the wall at the base of the living room suddenly burst open. An ant the size of an adult rabbit crawled in from the outside.

Ou Zeyan covered his mouth. His hair stood on end as he stared at the ant, its exoskeleton a glossy black, its body covered in spines, and its mandibles sharp and massive.

Ants have grown this big! They can even break through walls!

Ou Zeyan shrank back, terrified.

He scanned the room for a weapon, but there was nothing but plants.

So he could only crouch in the corner, motionless, terrified the creature would spot him.

Ou Zeyan stared at the ant, his heart hammering. If it comes this way, I’ll run back to my bedroom and jump out the window, he thought.

Luckily, he’d stayed up late playing games the night before and had crashed in the second-floor gaming room instead of going up to his bedroom. With his weak, shut-in physique, jumping from the third floor would have definitely broken his bones.

The ant waved its antennae, sniffing the air, and then turned directly toward Ou Zeyan.

He bolted upright, ready to flee.

But before he could even turn, the ant passed the Cactus Ball. A single, sharp spine shot out from the plant, skewering the ant and pinning it to the floor.

The ant thrashed wildly, its legs and antennae flailing, but it couldn’t move an inch. A thick, yellow fluid oozed from the wound.

Ou Zeyan clamped a hand over his mouth, fighting the urge to vomit. He watched, wide-eyed, as the giant ant’s frantic struggles ceased, leaving it dead and still.

Ou Zeyan stared at the Cactus Ball in the living room, a chill running down his spine. He never imagined it could attack something on its own, let alone be so vicious.

Thank God I didn’t rush over, he thought. Otherwise, I’d be the one impaled on the floor.

“Ah—!

A blood-curdling scream tore through the air from outside, making the already on-edge Ou Zeyan flinch.

“Help! Hel—”

The plea for help was cut short. A cold sweat broke out across Ou Zeyan’s skin.

He turned and hurried back to his room, desperate to see what was happening outside from his window. He needed to know if someone else had encountered a mutated animal or plant.

Their villa complex was renowned for its lush greenery, with every home boasting its own private garden. If all these plants had mutated, they were truly doomed. This was the apocalypse.

Then he remembered how many neighbors kept pets. His father’s friend even had a pet snake!

Cold sweat beaded on Ou Zeyan’s forehead. That snake… it couldn’t have turned into a giant python, could it?

Just as he stepped into the bedroom, Ou Zeyan walked over to the window. Suddenly, a beautiful melody filled the air.

The sound was crystal clear, as if it were playing right beside his ear.

Though the melody was enchanting, it sent a chill down his spine.

The music ended abruptly, followed by a pleasant yet slightly mechanical female voice.

[Game Loaded Successfully!]

[The Apocalypse Game is now online. The game begins!]

[All objects in the world have vanished, leaving only the bare-bones structures of buildings and the clothes on the players’ bodies.]

[Players of Hǎi lán xīng¹ (Ocean Blue Planet), please kill mutated flora and fauna to earn Points, exchange them for reward supplies, and strive to survive!]

[Friendly Reminder: Please seize every opportunity to kill mutated flora and fauna~]

[After killing Mutants, players will receive Points, which can be used at nearby Exchange Pillars to draw rewards.]

[The Card Prize Pool contains everything you could possibly need—not only items native to your Planet Blue but also things from beyond~]

[Please strive to survive. Let the performance begin!]

“What the hell…” Ou Zeyan’s lips quirked up, his smile looking more like a grimace.

“So the Apocalypse has really come.”

Ou Zeyan’s expression twisted as he processed the words spoken by that mysterious voice.

All the missing items had been moved to the Prize Pool?

To get supplies, he had to kill Mutants and use Points to enter the lottery?

Ou Zeyan sat on the empty windowsill, unable to stop himself from letting out a cold, mocking laugh.

He had been cursed with bad luck since childhood. He’d tripped on flat ground for no reason and knocked out a tooth; a flowerpot had fallen from the sky and nearly killed him.

On a smaller scale, he’d find instant noodles without seasoning packets and always pull duplicates from blind boxes. In games, he only ever hit the guaranteed drop; if there was no guaranteed drop, he’d have to spend a fortune on microtransactions to get what he wanted. No exceptions.

He was a textbook “African Chieftain²“—unbelievably unlucky.

Supplies depended on a lottery?

Ou Zeyan threw his head back and wailed silently, feeling the urge to cry.

Why is it a lottery instead of a Point exchange?

If this is an Apocalypse Game, then it’s an Apocalypse Game, but why deliberately crank up the difficulty!

Heaven wants me dead!

Ou Zeyan wallowed in despair for a long while. Hearing occasional noises from outside, he let out a deep sigh, slapped his cheeks to wake himself up, and mustered his spirits.

It’s fine. So what if I’m unlucky?

As long as I kill enough Mutants, can’t I just win by sheer numbers?

Ou Zeyan tried to comfort himself. But when he walked into the living room and saw the dead ant and the giant Cactus Ball on the floor, his expression collapsed again.

This won’t work! I have nothing right now. How am I supposed to fight Mutants empty-handed?

Even an ant and a Cactus Ball have become this vicious. What could I possibly defeat?

Ou Zeyan stared at the ant, his eyes filled with envy and regret. If only he had been the one to deliver the final blow, he would have earned some points.

Besides, the cactus’s spines looked so sharp and hard. If he could get his hands on them, he would finally have a weapon.

But the Cactus Ball would actively attack, so Ou Zeyan didn’t dare approach it.

He didn’t think that occasionally watering it would be enough to build a bond, nor did he believe it would let him off so easily now.

Ou Zeyan sighed silently, staring at the Cactus Ball in deep thought.

Those cactus spines are definitely the best weapon right now. I can’t give up on them so easily.

But the ant is too far away. I really can’t get past it.

Still refusing to give up, Ou Zeyan searched the room, but found nothing but more grass.

“This isn’t working…” he murmured softly, his gaze fixed on the giant Cactus Ball in the living room as he sank back into thought.

After a long moment, Ou Zeyan’s eyes lit up. He had an idea.

He no longer cared if the vines were poisonous. He tore a few off, tied them together, and threw them toward the Cactus Ball.

He didn’t throw them far—only about two meters.

The cactus didn’t react.

Ou Zeyan retrieved the vines and tried again, throwing them farther each time, gradually testing its attack range.

All those years of gaming hadn’t been in vain, and his reputation as the legendary “God Ze” in the gaming community hadn’t been earned for nothing.

Ou Zeyan patiently tested the Cactus Ball eighteen times, finally confirming its attack range.

It was a two-and-a-half-meter radius centered on the plant.

Regardless of direction, anything—living or not—that entered that range would be attacked.

After this discovery, instead of being pleased, Ou Zeyan’s frown deepened.

His initial plan had been to let the thorns pierce the vine, then yank the vine back, bringing the thorns with it.

But he had underestimated the thorns’ power and overestimated the vine’s toughness.

The thorns had successfully pierced the vine, but the vine couldn’t be pulled back—the thorns were embedded too deep.

When Ou Zeyan tugged, the vine snapped clean off at the point where it was pierced.

The thorn remained standing upright, as if mocking him.

What now?

Ou Zeyan sank back into deep thought.

Footnote:

1. Hǎi lán xīng (海蓝星 ) literally translates to “Planet Ocean Blue” or “Ocean Blue Planet.” 海 (hǎi): Ocean / Sea, 蓝 (lán): Blue, 星 (xīng): Star / Planet (short for 星球 – xīngqiú) ↩︎
2.  “African Chieftain” (非酋, Fēi qiú) refers to someone with extraordinarily bad luck. In traditional Chinese slang, having bad luck is described as having a “dark face” (脸黑, liǎn hēi), while good luck is having a “white face” (脸白, liǎn bái). Gamers jokingly took that color metaphor literally. Unlucky players were nicknamed “Africans”, and someone with the worst luck possible was crowned the “African Chieftain” (the leader of the unlucky)  ↩︎

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