After walking out of the bedroom, Shan Luo came to the living room, at this time the living room was empty, the lights were not turned on, it was pitch black, it was almost nine o'clock now, Zhao Yuan and a few people may still be in the game or have fallen asleep.

Shan Luo didn't turn on the light, he silently walked to the refrigerator and pulled it away, with the help of the light in the refrigerator, he took out the compression stick, stood in place and thought about it, he didn't go back to the bedroom immediately, but came to the sofa to turn on the TV, and then sat in front of the sofa and began to eat the compression stick.

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

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

"As we all know, the player's senses in the game are 100% synchronized, the pain of death in the game is the same as reality, the karma ranking only shows the first 10,000, but the lives of these 10,000 players add up to almost a million, which has caused a social shock, and the vast majority of citizens have expressed their desire to ban players on the karma ranking from entering the text era again!"

The screen keeps switching scenes when the player is killed, these pictures are obviously clips recorded by some players in the game, and it is also a shock to see the single fall, and the desperate and helpless faces make his heart tremble, if it continues like this, the text era will cause social chaos sooner or later, and players may withdraw from the text era one after another, and will the text era still be as popular as it is now?

"Forget it, it's better that the text era goes out of business, lest I can't control myself in the game." Shan Luo shook his head and said to himself, although he really wanted to stay away from the Text Era, but he found that now as long as he didn't enter the Text Era, he felt empty in his heart for a day, which made him very frightened, how could this game be so magical?

In this way, Shan Luo was chewing the compression rod while watching TV, and in the dark living room, the light on the TV screen shone on his face, illuminating all the tangled and irritated colors on his face.

About ten minutes later, after Shan Luo was full, he got up and was about to turn off the TV, at this moment, the picture 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 trembling hands and began to read:

"The latest news, the Virtual Management Bureau issued a notice at 20:50 this evening, and the content of this notice is ......"

Shan Luo stopped, he looked at the TV curiously, the man in the suit on the screen took a few deep breaths and continued: "From November 7, 2045 AD, that is, from 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 affirms that this is a mandatory requirement, and all citizens who have not participated in the game within half a year will be punished by the Supreme Law of China, and those with a strong sense of resistance will be sentenced to five to ten years in prison, Individual extremists are a different story! ”

"In addition, citizens under the age of 16 and over the age of 60 do not have to participate, but the government hopes that you can all actively participate, and the government promises that all players who participate in the text era will receive a sympathy amount of 1,000 Alliance Coins!"

Shan Luo stood in place like a lightning strike for a long time and couldn't speak, forcing the game? Within half a year? Rub, can you continue to play the game happily?

Where did this era of writing come from? Unexpectedly, the government so strongly supported the opinions of the citizens, Shan Luo couldn't help but think of this doubt again, he could already imagine that after this announcement, there would be an unprecedented shock in Huaxia, a social shock caused by virtual games!

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

When he thought of the cruelty of the Literary Era, Shan Luo felt anxious, he didn't want his family to suffer.

"Bang!"

After closing the bedroom door, Shan Luo took out his mobile phone from the bed, and he came to the desk while dialing the phone from home.

"Dut...... Toot ......"

Listening to the electronic sound from the mobile phone, Shan Luo was very anxious, and the fingers of his other hand kept tapping on the desk table.

"Hello? Ah Luo, is there something wrong with calling so late? A kind and gentle voice came from the mobile phone, the tone was mixed with concern, and the owner of the voice was Shan Luo's mother Guan Juan.

"Mom...... I'm fine...... I just miss you. Shan Luo originally wanted to say something about the citizens being forced into the Age of Writing, but he didn't know how to say it, and he couldn't stop his family from playing games, after all, it was required by the government.

"Yo, really? We miss you too, and your brother often asks when he's going to be back. Guan Juan's voice was full of laughter, and she was obviously very happy to receive her son's call.

"What is Xiao Qian doing now?" Shan Luo asked with a smile, the Xiao Qian in his mouth was his younger brother Shan Qian, who was now seven years old.

"He's naughty, he's alive every day."

"That's good, what about Dad?"

"Your dad is watching TV."

……

Shan Luo talked and laughed on the phone with his mother for more than ten minutes before hanging up the phone, Guan Juan was laughing all the time during the call, which calmed his impetuous heart a lot, and there were two months to go on vacation, and he could go home then.

"Xiaoqian's illness, alas!" He sighed as he thought about it, his brother's illness had always been a boulder in his heart.

Then he pulled out his chair and turned on his computer again, wanting to see how the forum reacted to the announcement on television.

After logging in to the forum of the post-text era, a large number of posts suddenly appeared on the screen:

"World Notice: Forced Play!"

"Shock! Di Napoleon, who is at the top of the rank rankings, is worth more than one million! ”

"Top 100 Literal Shapes!"

……

The posts are constantly updated alternately, and the single eyes are instantly attracted by the second-ranked post, Di Napoleon is worth more than a million? Looking at this post, Shan Luo's heart suddenly pounded, a fire appeared in his eyes, and he hurriedly clicked on this post:

"According to the investigation of relevant people, Di Napoleon's worth has exceeded one million, you must know that before the open beta of the game, he was just an ordinary office worker, which can be described as a big turnaround! Di Napoleon can earn tens of thousands of gold coins every day by doing tasks, and after the equipment he gets from farming monsters is sold, his average daily income even exceeds 100,000 gold coins, and his powerful ability to absorb gold has made countless players worship and envy......"

Shan Luo was shocked and surprised while watching, he suddenly found that he had ignored that the Text Era could make money, Di Napoleon could make so much, why couldn't he, the gap between the two of them was not big, even if Shan Luo didn't earn as much as him, but the monthly income of more than 10,000 was still possible, or even 100,000 was no problem, of course, the premise was that he did tasks and farmed monsters day and night!

"As long as I make more money in the game, then Xiaoqian's illness can be cured!" Shan Luo clenched his fists and thought excitedly, his fighting spirit was high, and the shadow created by killing Qingfeng earlier began to slowly dissipate.