“What nonsense are you talking about? We’re pirates!” The Russian excitedly rowed the oars. “My god... a fully immersive game where I can do whatever I want, and it’s not even illegal! You weren’t wrong about one thing, mate—this is definitely the most thrilling game in the world.”

　　“As long as you’re satisfied.” Host nodded slightly.

　　“Of course, of course I’m satisfied!” Mark Smith grinned. “This million-dollar ticket was totally worth it!”

　　David Carter swallowed hard, his rowing movements growing noticeably stiff.

　　Host patted him on the shoulder. “Relax, it’s just a game.”

　　“I know... but...”

　　“But when something becomes real enough, the line between fantasy and reality blurs. That’s what you mean, right?” Host nodded. “I understand. This is a new question brought to us by technological progress. But I also remember that the park project’s brochure clearly stated that the game’s main feature is an unparalleled sensory experience, perfect for those seeking unknown thrills. The moment you pressed the payment button, you accepted the terms, and just like the other participants, you’re one of those thrill-seekers. So, why hesitate now?”

　　“I...” David Carter’s expression changed. “That’s none of your business, is it!”

　　“Indeed. You’ve earned the right to participate. What you do next is your own choice.”

　　“I told you, this game really needs an age limit.” James was feeling much better by now. He smoked as he shouted, “If you’re scared, just watch from the sidelines! Pirates need someone to handle logistics anyway!”

　　David Carter gripped the oar tightly and said nothing more.

　　As they drew closer to the shore, everything became clearer. There was indeed a village ahead, not very large, with dozens of thatched huts scattered haphazardly along the beach. Beside the houses stood all kinds of fish-drying racks and fishing nets, and rows of dried fish hanging from the racks were clearly the villagers’ livelihood.

　　Not only did they see the village, but the villagers also seemed to have noticed the rapidly approaching boat. Panic visibly spread among the crowd. The women gutting fish and washing nets by the sea fled into the village, their unintelligible cries and shouts rising and falling.

　　“Heh, they even considered the language barrier?”

　　“That’s good—saves us from having to listen to them beg.”

　　“I want to ask one last question.” James looked at Host.

　　“Go ahead.”

　　“What if... I mean, what if we get seriously injured? Will it affect us in reality?” He chose his words carefully. “Like in some movies...”

　　“Mental trauma affecting the body? No, no... absolutely not.” Host shook his head repeatedly. “Rest assured, this game is completely safe. Whatever happens here has nothing to do with you. The excitement will only linger briefly in your shallow memory, for you to savor later. In fact, to avoid unnecessary risk, the pain threshold of your nerves has been greatly reduced. You can fully enjoy this journey.”

　　“That’s a relief.” James dropped the oar, picked up a well-worn longsword, and as the boat rushed into the shallows, he was the first to jump into the water.

　　“Let’s go too!” Mark Smith followed right after.

　　Even Ethan Clark didn’t hesitate, raising her spear and leaping from the boat, wading through the water toward the shore.

　　David Carter looked hesitantly at Host, only to receive a light chuckle. “Have fun.”

　　“Damn it, it’s just a game!” He stomped his foot and leapt onto the beach.

　　The group quickly charged into the village, which was already in chaos. Many people were fleeing in panic, most of them elderly or women—there were hardly any adult men in sight.

　　“Damn, this is way too realistic.” Mark Smith licked his lips.

　　“What are we supposed to do?” David Carter couldn’t help but ask. “Didn’t you hear what Host said? Do whatever you want.” Joe James stared red-eyed at a thatched hut. Just seconds ago, he’d seen a shapely woman carrying a child rush inside. “See you all later.”

　　“Americans are so boring. Finally get a chance like this, and all you think about is women.” Mark Smith snorted.

　　“You don’t get it. This is nothing like usual.” The other man didn’t even look back.

　　“Suit yourself.” Mark Smith grabbed a machete, his gaze locking onto a fleeing villager. “I guess the game will use points to decide the winner in the end? Let me give it a try.”

　　But before he could act, a sudden burst of hoofbeats came from the dirt road!

　　“What’s going on?” The Russian was momentarily stunned.

　　Before he could finish speaking, two fine horses burst out from behind the huts, heading straight for Joe James, who was looking for that woman!

　　“Shit—”

　　James didn’t even have time to curse before he was hit head-on by the galloping horse.

　　With a tremendous impact, he was sent rolling through the air, landing with blood pouring from his mouth. Though he wasn’t dead yet, the obvious caved-in section of his chest made it clear he wouldn’t survive.

　　—The newcomers were cavalry.