Chapter 014: Large-Scale Reality Game

A day later, the helmet Wang Bo needed was manufactured.

The Conqueror dispatched a mechanical soldier to deliver it personally.

Wang Bo opened the box and saw a pitch-black, super cool-looking helmet, like the fully armed helmets in some sci-fi blockbusters.

"Is this the game helmet?"

Facing Wang Bo's question, Miss Friday transformed from a phone into a smaller Transformer, nodding slightly. "Yes, master, this is the game helmet specially made for you."

Wang Bo eagerly put the helmet on his head. The eye part was made of pure black sunglasses, and once on, he couldn't see anything.

"How do I start this thing?"

"Voice activation," Friday replied.

"Activate!" Wang Bo tried shouting.

The next second, the black lenses emitted a faint glow, soft and not harsh, as streams of data cascaded down like a waterfall.

At the same time, a weak electric current stimulated Wang Bo's brain nerves.

Friday's voice sounded again. "Please do not resist this bio-current, master, or you won't be able to enter the game."

So Wang Bo had to give up resistance and let it stimulate his cerebral cortex.

In an instant, a slight dizziness came over him.

Wang Bo couldn't help but close his eyes. However, this slight dizziness didn't last long—it was almost fleeting. When he opened his eyes again, he was astonished to find himself looking at a completely different ceiling.

He was currently lying in bed. Looking left and right, he found himself in a very ordinary bedroom.

The bedroom was small, with no furniture other than a bed, a chair, and a wardrobe.

Wang Bo turned his head and saw the window on his left half-open. The night breeze wafted in gently, the white window curtains swaying, dancing, and tumbling endlessly.

Wang Bo got out of bed, stepping on the beige wooden floor, which creaked under his feet.

Very realistic.

Wang Bo couldn't help but marvel. He knew he should be in the game now, but whether it was touch or sight, there was no sense of illusion—it was extremely real.

Just like the real world.

Wang Bo stepped on the creaking floor and opened the bedroom door. Outside was a typical American-style living room.

Wang Bo carefully examined the surroundings: wooden sofa, dining table, European-style fireplace, and two guitars hanging on the wall.

This was a very ordinary American home.

Wang Bo walked into the bathroom and saw a mirror.

He stepped forward and was surprised to find that the reflection in the mirror was a mechanical soldier without skin.

Just then, Friday's voice sounded.

"Master, the body you are currently occupying is the Mechanical Warrior S-Type, specially tailored for you. This form has about ten tons of brute force, a maximum speed of subsonic, is equipped with dozens of combat techniques, has several combat assistance modes, has bionic skin, has..."

"Stop!" Wang Bo quickly interrupted Miss Friday. "I'll get familiar with these things in combat. First, tell me what kind of game this is."

Miss Friday said, "Master, this is a large-scale game based on the real world with an open-world map... New York!"

"In this game, you can become a bounty hunter, a teacher, a politician, a killer, or even a crime boss—everything depends on your choices."

Wang Bo: ...

He now understood: this wasn't a game at all; it was reality. Miss Friday had just taken a shortcut, transferring his consciousness into a mechanical soldier's body.

Then she added a game system and falsely called it a game.

But Wang Bo didn't mind. Although it was reality, Miss Friday had made the game system extremely realistic, giving him the feeling of playing a game.

Wang Bo raised his hand and swiped his finger lightly, pulling up a game interface.

This was why Wang Bo felt like he was playing a game.

This exquisite game interface had hundreds of professions to choose from.

Each profession had an avatar, and each avatar represented an identity.

Wang Bo closed his eyes and randomly tapped a profession.

Instantly, the bionic skin system activated. Wang Bo could clearly see patches of human skin appearing on his face, steel quickly replaced by human skin.

A weathered but somewhat handsome face appeared in the mirror.

Wang Bo raised his hand and touched the skin. The texture was very realistic, not much different from ordinary human skin. At the same time, Wang Bo was surprised to find that not only his face but also his hands, limbs, and torso were covered in a layer of human skin.

Now Wang Bo looked no different from an ordinary person.

This technology was very advanced.

At the same time, a mail notification appeared at the bottom of Wang Bo's retina. He couldn't help but raise his hand and tap the mail. When the mail opened, a letter appeared in his retina, which read:

"You have chosen the profession: Private Detective."

"From now on, you are Private Detective Moro James."

"You have received a commission: investigate the strange phenomena that have recently appeared in New York."

"A few days ago, human stone statues or ice sculptures began appearing on the streets and alleys of New York. One victim's family has commissioned you to investigate the truth behind this."

Seeing this, Wang Bo couldn't help rubbing his temples. To be honest, he wasn't good at reasoning; the detective profession didn't suit him at all.

"Can I choose again?"

"Of course, master," Miss Friday replied.

So Wang Bo deleted the private detective profession. The bionic skin system on his face receded, and he became a mechanical soldier again.

This time, Wang Bo didn't choose randomly. From the hundreds of professions, he picked a homeless person profession.

Seeing this profession, Wang Bo was a bit surprised. He didn't expect that among the hundreds of professions, there was actually a homeless person as a profession. Remembering that this was America, Wang Bo got excited again and chose this profession without hesitation.

This was the American homeless person, ranked alongside the Chinese time traveler and the Japanese high school student as one of the world's three most dangerous professions.

So Wang Bo really wanted to give it a try.

Just like last time, a mail was delivered.

Wang Bo opened the mail, and there was a letter inside, which read: