After walking out of the bedroom, he came to the living room alone. At this time, the living room was empty and the lights were not on, and it was pitch black. It was almost nine o'clock now. Zhao Yuan and the others might still be in the game or have fallen asleep.

Shanluo did not turn on the lights. He silently walked to the refrigerator and pulled it away. With the help of the light in the refrigerator, he took out the compression rod and stood there thinking. He did not go back to the bedroom immediately, but instead came to the sofa to turn on the TV, then sat in front of the sofa and started eating the compression rod.

"After the update of the homepage of the official website of the Text Era this afternoon, it caused an uproar in the society. In addition to the surprise of the rankings, more citizens condemned the problems reflected in the karma rankings..."

Listening to the sound coming from the TV screen, Shan Luo looked up while chewing the compression rod gently. His expression seemed very listless and his eyes were dull.

"As we all know, players' senses and 100% synchronize in the game. The pain of death in the game is like reality. The karma ranking list only shows the top 10,000 people, but the lives of these 10,000 players combined are almost one million, which caused social shock. Most citizens expressed their hope to prohibit players on the karma ranking list from entering the text era again!"

The scenes of the player being killed are constantly switching on the screen. These scenes are obviously clips recorded by some players in the game. They were shocked when they saw them alone. The desperate and helpless faces made his heart tremble. If this continues, the text era will sooner or later cause social chaos. Players may withdraw from the text era one after another. By then, will the text era still be as popular as it is now?

"Forget it, it's best that the Era of Words will go bankrupt, so as not to be unable to control myself in the game." Shan Luo shook his head and said to himself. Although he wanted to stay away from the Era of Words, he found that he felt empty in his heart as long as he didn't enter the Era of Words for a day, which made him very frightened. Why is this game so magical?

In this way, Shan Luo was chewing the compression rod while watching the TV. In the dark living room, the light on the TV screen shone on his face, illuminating the entanglement and irritability on his face.

About ten minutes later, after eating, he got up and prepared to turn off the TV. At this moment, the screen on the TV screen suddenly changed, and a man in a blue suit appeared in front of the camera. He held a piece of paper with his hands tremblingly and started to recite:

"Latest news, the Void Management Bureau issued a notice at 20:50 tonight, and the content of this notice is..."

Shan Luo stopped, and he watched the TV curiously. The man in the suit on the screen took a few deep breaths and continued: "From November 7, 2045, today, all Chinese citizens must enter the text era to participate in the game within half a year. That is, before May 7, 2046, the notice stated that this is a mandatory requirement. All citizens who have not participated in the game within half a year will be punished by the Supreme Court of China. Those with strong resistance will be sentenced to five to ten years in prison. Some extremists are different!"

"In addition, citizens under the age of 16 and over 60 do not need to participate forcibly, but the government hopes that you can all actively participate. The government promises that all players participating in the Era of Words will receive a T-cost amount of 1,000 Alliance coins!"

Shanluo stood there like lightning strike but couldn't speak for a long time. Forced game? Within half a year, can he continue playing the game happily?

Where does this era of writing come from? It actually made the government so strongly supported by citizens. Shan Luo couldn't help but feel this doubt again in his mind. He could already imagine that after this announcement, China would have an unprecedented shock, a social shock caused by virtual games!

"Wait, forced game, then my family..." Shan Luo suddenly realized something, and he quickly turned off the TV and ran back to his bedroom.

When he thought of the cruelty of the writing era, he felt anxious. He didn't want his family to suffer.

"Bang!"

After closing the bedroom door, Shan Luo took out his cell phone from the bed. He called the home phone while coming to the desk.

"Dou...dou..."

Listening to the electronic sound coming from his phone, Shan Luo felt very anxious, and the fingers of his other hand kept tapping the desk.

"Hey? Aluo, is there anything wrong with calling so late?" A kind and gentle voice came from the phone, with a tone mixed with care. The owner of the voice was Ganluo's mother Guan Juan.

"Mom... I'm fine... I just miss you." Shan Luo originally wanted to talk about the fact that citizens would be forced into the writing era, but when he said that he didn't know what to say. He couldn't stop his family from playing games, after all, this was requested by the government.

"Oh, really? We miss you too. Your brother often asks when will you come back." Guan Juan's voice was full of smiles. She was obviously very happy to receive a call from her son.

"What are Xiao Qian doing now?" Shan Luo asked with a smile. The Xiao Qian he said was his younger brother Shan Qian, who is now seven years old.

"He is naughty and he's lively every day."

"That's good, what about dad?"

"Your dad is watching TV."

...

Shanluo talked and laughed with his mother for more than ten minutes before hanging up his cell phone. Guan Juan kept laughing while talking, which calmed his impetuous heart a lot. The holiday will take two months and he will be able to go home then.

"Xiao Qian's illness, alas!" He sighed as he thought about it. His younger brother's illness has always been a huge rock in his heart.

Then he pulled open the chair and turned on the computer again. He wanted to see what response the forum had to respond to the notice on the TV just now.

After logging in to the forum of the text epoch, a large number of posts appeared on the screen:

"World Notice: Forced Game!"

"Shocking! De Napoleon, who is ranked first in the ranking list, has worth over one million!"

"Top 100 characters and shapes!"

...

Posts were constantly updated alternately, and Shanluo's eyes were instantly attracted by the second-ranked post. Di Napoleon's worth has exceeded one million? Looking at this post, Shanluo's heart suddenly pounded, and a fever appeared in his eyes. He quickly clicked on the post:

"According to the investigation of relevant people, Di Napoleon's net worth has exceeded one million. You should know that before the game's public beta, he was just an ordinary office worker, which was a big turn! Di Napoleon could earn tens of thousands of gold coins every day. In addition, after the equipment he earned from the monsters was sold, his average daily income even exceeded 100,000 gold coins. His powerful money-making ability made countless players envious..."

While watching alone, he was shocked and surprised. He suddenly realized that he had ignored the fact that the writing era could make money. Di Napoleon could make so much, why couldn't he do it? The gap between the two of them was not big. Even if he did not make much money by himself, he could still earn more than 10,000 yuan per month, and it would be fine even if he had a monthly income of over 10,000 yuan. Of course, the premise was that he would do tasks day and night and kill monsters!

"As long as I make more money in the game, Xiao Qian's disease will be cured!" Shan Luo clenched his fists and thought excitedly that he was full of fighting spirit in his heart, and the shadows that had previously killed Qingfeng began to slowly dissipate.
Chapter completed!