This is a book for people who are worn out from their usual work and studies. It’s a book to relax your mind and lift your spirits. There’s nothing gut-wrenching or heartbreaking here—only pure, refreshing comfort!

　　After an accident, James Bolton becomes possessed by a martial arts game. From that moment on, James Bolton becomes an all-rounder.

　　……

　　Relaxation is the main course, blood and gore are just the side dishes; leisure is the main theme, tension is only a brief interlude!

Chapter 001: Possessed by the Game

　　After placing the roadblock cones several dozen meters behind the car, James Bolton strolled back to the vehicle, flopped heavily into the driver’s seat, and started muttering to himself.

　　“Why am I so unlucky? Of all places for the car to break down, it had to be on the highway!

　　Never mind how dangerous it is to have a breakdown on the highway—the towing fee alone is enough to make your heart ache. Those guys who monopolize highway towing services, don’t even mention how outrageous their prices are.

　　Take this Wrangler I’m sitting in, for example. It’s just a little over eight kilometers from here to the repair station at the highway exit, but for that short distance, those guys will fleece you for at least three or four thousand! They’re nothing but a bunch of greedy vampires!”

　　But no matter how unwilling he felt, James Bolton still had to pull out his phone and call the number on his highway toll card to request towing service.

　　These guys are really arrogant, too. Since they have a monopoly on the business, they act like they’re the only game in town, and their service attitude is absolutely terrible.

　　After James Bolton reported his location, the menopausal woman on the other end of the line impatiently replied:

　　“Alright, got it. None of the tow trucks are available right now, so just wait!”

　　With that, she hung up. After putting down the phone, James Bolton sat there fuming, waiting for almost two hours, but still no tow truck came to the rescue.

　　During those two hours, all the cursing and swearing he did not only dried out James Bolton’s mouth, but also finally wore down the fire in his heart, leaving him bored. After making over a dozen prank calls to colleagues and friends, and flipping through the morning newspaper twice from cover to cover, the thoroughly bored James Bolton finally picked up the laptop on the passenger seat, leaned over the steering wheel, and started playing a game.

　　James Bolton was playing a game called ""Wulin Three Kingdoms,"" an ‘ancient’ online game that launched ten years ago.

　　You might ask, are there still servers open for a ten-year-old online game?

　　Of course not—the game’s servers were shut down completely years ago.

　　But since this was James Bolton’s favorite online game back in college, when he stumbled upon a downloadable source version online a few days ago, he installed it on his laptop to play as a single-player game, indulging in a bit of nostalgia from time to time.

　　The background of ""Wulin Three Kingdoms"" isn’t the Three Kingdoms of Wei, Shu, and Wu from the late Eastern Han Dynasty. Here, the Three Kingdoms refer to three martial arts factions: Jin Yong Wuxia, Gu Long Wuxia, and Huang Yi Wuxia. Naturally, the NPCs aren’t generals like Lü Bu or Zhao Yun, but rather Guo Jing, Lang Fanyun, and Ximen Chuixue.

　　Players in the game take masters, learn skills, and do the things that heroes do in martial arts novels.

　　With the online game turned single-player, how could James Bolton resist modifying a game where he could be both player and GM? So, as soon as he launched the game, he started editing the character he created, named ‘James Bolton’.

　　James Bolton was so absorbed in tweaking the game over the steering wheel that he didn’t notice a crazed SUV hurtling toward him from behind. After smashing through the road cones, it crashed squarely into the back of James Bolton’s car.

　　The massive impact slammed James Bolton headfirst into the laptop on the steering wheel, and then the airbag deployed. At the same time, James Bolton lost consciousness.

　　No one knows how much time passed. When James Bolton finally woke up with a groan, he found the surroundings incredibly familiar. The familiar white walls, the familiar smell of disinfectant, the familiar beeping of medical equipment—in a split second, thanks to years of experience as a doctor, James Bolton could tell without a doubt that he was in a hospital ward, specifically an emergency surgery observation room.

　　As James Bolton gritted his teeth against the stabbing headache and looked around, a young woman in a pink nurse’s uniform, probably just over twenty, pushed open the door and entered.

　　“Dr. Bolton, you’re awake? How are you feeling? Any discomfort?”

　　Seeing that James Bolton’s eyes were open, the nurse hurried over and asked anxiously.

　　James Bolton knew this nurse—her name was Nancy Bennett, and she worked in the emergency surgery department at his hospital. She had just graduated last year. Though not a great beauty, her sweet smile and cheerful personality made her the most popular girl in the hospital.

　　From the hospital director and deputy director, who were old but still flirtatious, to the department heads who liked to tease young women, to the newly hired young men—this girl had plenty of admirers. So, even though James Bolton worked in the pharmacy department, he’d heard of this little flower’s reputation.