Apocalypse? Reality or Illusion?

The new semester had just begun, and the campus was buzzing with excitement. In dorm 5024, sophomore Yang Tian couldn't wait to power up his computer. Ever since discovering Bio-Heroes, an intense zombie apocalypse survival game, during winter break, he'd been hooked. Players took on the role of survivors battling hordes of the undead, gaining skills, weapons, and upgrades by taking down increasingly powerful foes.

Yang Tian had spent the last two days on a particularly difficult map, filled with relentless enemies and tough bosses, and now he was finally on the verge of victory. Just as he was advancing, a menacing zombie boss appeared on screen. Grinning, he switched to his favorite weapon—the Bloodbane Blade, a 30-centimeter military knife with a serrated edge, perfect for tearing through anything in its path. He controlled his character with precision, slicing cleanly through the boss in a gush of pixelated blood.

"Ding! You earned 50 points," the game's system notification chimed. Yang Tian moved his character forward carefully, wiping out a few smaller zombies before another towering, bloodstained boss appeared. He quickly saved his progress, knowing this could be a challenging fight.

As he prepared to engage, the boss emitted a chilling roar, summoning a horde of undead from nearby graves. "So, you need backup, huh?" Yang Tian muttered. Watching as the boss turned blood-red and charged, he cursed, "You're kidding! Going berserk right at the start?" He readied his blade, but to his frustration, the game registered a "MISS." In his brief hesitation, the boss and minions surrounded him, and the screen faded to black within seconds.

"This is impossible!" Frustrated, Yang Tian restarted from his saved point. As he clicked "Confirm," an intense white flash filled his vision, blinding him—not just on-screen, but in reality.

"What the hell…" Yang Tian muttered, only to realize he was speaking fluent English. Dazed, he looked around, only to hear a guttural growl nearby. He turned to see a pale-skinned man with a crazed expression, shambling toward him like… a zombie.

"I'm not your meal!" Heart racing, Yang Tian tried to back away but was grabbed from behind by another decaying figure, a rank stench hitting him full force. He broke free, his gaze landing on a small fruit knife on a nearby table. Without thinking, he grabbed it, and instinctive muscle memory took over. In a flash, he had dispatched the zombie with a precise stab to its head.

As the two zombies fell to the floor, Yang Tian collapsed, gasping for breath, heart pounding, drenched in cold sweat. Just as nausea rose in his stomach, a notification suddenly appeared in his mind: Host Activated. Status: Human. Points: 2. System unlocked; no items available for exchange.

"Is… this a game?" He stared blankly at the system interface, a chilling realization dawning—his nightmare had only just begun.