Game Universe: Awakening and Enhancing Everything at the Start

Chapter 1: When you encounter goblins, you should realize that this world is just a game.

Anyue City, Cultural Museum.

Huang Hong was jolted awake from his deep sleep, his eyes still bloodshot from staying up late. He stared blankly at the walkie-talkie, the very thing that had woken him with its piercing sound.

I picked up the walkie-talkie, which had stopped working, and patted it hard, but there was still no response.

Huang Hong rubbed his eyes, got up and straightened his security guard uniform, which had been wrinkled from sleeping on the table.

As a security guard who had avoided thirty years of detours since graduating from university, and working in a place like a provincial museum, Huang Hong was actually quite satisfied with his job.

Unfortunately, his family always hoped that he could pass the civil service exam, so he had no choice but to work hard for it.

Fortunately, his colleagues here are all nice. Since Huang Hong is one of the younger ones, everyone takes good care of him. Knowing that he stays up late studying and reviewing materials, they assigned him to duty in the underground parking garage today.

The basement is located beneath the museum and is a long, U-shaped corridor with only one staircase leading down. Although it's a bit stuffy and there's a steady stream of noise from the machine room, few people come here, making it the perfect place to catch up on sleep. Even if a leader makes a surprise inspection, they're unlikely to come here.

Huang Hong stretched and hung the walkie-talkie and baton on the table around his waist.

Speaking of the batons provided, Huang Hong really wanted to complain. He wondered how much the company's procurement had embezzled. The quality of these things was really worrying. During training, they had to be handled with extreme care, otherwise they would break easily. Their decorative function far outweighed their practical use.

Huang Hong slowly walked up the stairs, but halfway up he felt something was wrong and his pace gradually slowed down.

When we were underground, the sounds from the museum above couldn't reach us because of the stairs and two doors, and the cell phone signal was also very poor, so we could only communicate using walkie-talkies.

But at this point, it was still quiet up there, which was somewhat strange, as it wasn't like this before.

Something happened? Robbery? Crime?

These thoughts never even crossed Huang Hong's mind. Although his current workplace is a key provincial institution, it is, after all, a cultural museum. The exhibits are mostly about history and culture, the evolution of writing, and at most some printed books. There are no real cultural relics at all. Otherwise, the museum wouldn't have hired people like them, who had only received a week of intensive training, to be security guards.

Just as Huang Hong was pondering this in confusion, suddenly, an invisible chill swept over his entire body, as if he were standing outside naked in the dead of winter and a cold wind swept by.

Huang Hong slowly turned his head with a stiff movement that he himself was unaware of, and what he saw shocked him...

On the platform at the corner of the stairs, streaks of dark green light converged and quickly formed a green-skinned monster.

This is... a goblin?!

Huang Hong's eyes widened, his brain briefly going blank because the situation before him was so bizarre.

Huang Hong didn't react, but the goblin that appeared out of nowhere did. In just two or three seconds, the goblin went from being inanimate to being alive. Then it suddenly turned its head to look at Huang Hong, its eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. Although it looked unfocused, Huang Hong felt as if the cold wind from before was about to seep into his bones.

His body's instincts outpaced his thoughts. The moment the goblin fixed its gaze on him, Huang Hong turned and ran. The goblin behind him let out a strange cry and chased after him, brandishing a spiked club covered in dark brown marks.

"Duang!~"

Huang Hong struggled to break open the stairwell door and arrived at the main hall on the first floor of the museum.

The midday sun shone through the glass of the dome, distorting into a dim reddish hue. The entire museum hall was chaotic and deserted, yet numerous traces of crimson could be seen.

The buffer device installed on the stairwell door was slowly closing, which caused Huang Hong to experience shoulder pain when he slammed the door. However, it was this pain that brought him back to his senses and allowed him to think rationally.

Thinking about it carefully, it's just a goblin, a monster that's practically a beginner in any game, novel, movie, or anime, something the protagonist can just randomly swat away at. If there's a swarm, it might be a bit troublesome, but with only one, is it really necessary to run away?

A mere goblin, barely reaching my waist, how powerful could it be?!

Just as Huang Hong was thinking this, his hand unconsciously reached for the baton at his waist...

"Boom!~"

With a tremendous crash, the stairwell door was deformed by a powerful force, and the rivets connecting it to the wall groaned under the strain.

*Pop!*

That was the sound of a bubble bursting in his mind. Huang Hong's eyes twitched. He threw away the baton in his hand to avoid slowing down his escape, and then ran as fast as he could.

To be honest, Huang Hong didn't know where to run, but the first thing he could do was to get out of the enclosed space of the museum.

"Boom!~"

With a second loud crash, the heavy stairwell door could no longer hold and collapsed. The tiny goblin emerged from the shadows of the stairwell, exuding the aura of a final boss in a game.

Fortunately, thanks to this brief delay, Huang Hong had already arrived at the museum's main entrance, pushed open the nearest small door, and rushed out.

Behind them, goblins howled and chased after them relentlessly.

The cultural museum is currently in a semi-finished state. It is said that there are three phases of construction in total, and only the first phase has been completed so far, which is the most important central venue, the surrounding pool, and the three-sided plaza. In the front plaza, there is also a landmark archway that is more than ten meters high.

When Huang Hong saw the scene outside, his heart sank.

In the far distance, many people were fleeing in panic, pursued by two goblins who were cheering and howling. The scattered corpses on the ground seemed to prove that they had not given up.

Many of the steles in the square were broken, and even the solid cement archway was missing a corner, as if it had been shattered by some enormous force.

A giant monster sat under the gate, feasting, while several goblins carried the surrounding corpses over for the monster to enjoy.

This is likely the fundamental reason why there are only bloodstains and no corpses in the museum.

The monster looked a bit like an ogre from a game, but because it was too far away, Huang Hong couldn't see it clearly.

However, now is not the time to think about these things. If Huang Hong can't even take down a goblin, let alone the Mountain of Flesh.

Without even catching his breath, Huang Hong ran eastward without hesitation.

The museum has three entrances: the south entrance is the main entrance, the west entrance is the staff entrance, and the east entrance is the parking lot and side entrance.

Since the museum is free to visit, there are no walls or similar structures outside the square, only a lawn for isolation.

Huang Hong went to the East Gate at this time in order to find a weapon that could deal with the goblins.

Now, Huang Hong has completely recovered from the chaos. Although he still doesn't understand why things have turned out this way, his main priority now is to survive.

Considering the goblin chasing them, there are only two ways to survive: either shake it off or kill it.

The idea of ​​getting rid of him only briefly crossed Huang Hong's mind before he dismissed it, since he was currently in the suburbs, a place characterized by vast land and sparse population, with very few buildings around.

In addition, he had personally witnessed the goblin spawn out of thin air, and he didn't know how many similar monsters were outside. He also didn't know if he would be unlucky enough to encounter other monsters spawning while chasing after the goblin behind him.

Huang Hong would certainly not gamble with his life on something that he was likely to lose.

Then the only option is to kill him!

Considering the huge power difference between the two, rushing in to fight A is not advisable. In this respect, Huang Hong is really an easy target, the kind that can be crushed with a single squeeze.

In this situation, if one could obtain a suitable weapon, there might still be a chance.

Museums, as institutions, naturally need to have image-building personnel, but this is only the first phase, and there is nothing at the main gate except for simple guardhouses.

Although security guards don't have many human rights, it's impossible for them to stand guard under the scorching sun, so sun umbrellas are a regular necessity. However, because of the strong winds in the suburbs, these sun umbrellas usually don't last more than a month.

Finally, all the "dead" parasols were piled up on the lawn next to the east gate.

The structure of a parasol is very simple. Apart from the fan-shaped top, there are only the supporting posts on the sides. At the bottom of the supporting posts, there is usually a cone that is easy to insert into the soil.

Huang Hong once boasted to his colleagues that if the cones of these iron pillars were sharpened, they would become spears, which would be excellent weapons in ancient times.

With these thoughts in mind, Huang Hong naturally thought of those abandoned 'spears' immediately.

At this moment, Huang Hong didn't have time to think about whether the exquisite stone railing would be damaged. Relying on his agility honed from his daily night watchman duties, he jumped up and down, moving forward quickly.

Unlike Huang Hong, the goblin didn't go through the main entrance. It smashed through the thick glass of the museum's exterior wall and charged headlong after Huang Hong.

As he sped along, Huang Hong felt his steps become light and airy. He had thought that his high school entrance exam was the peak of his intelligence and physical abilities, but he never expected that even after graduating from university, he would still have untapped potential.

However, the increasingly loud shouts behind him pulled Huang Hong back to reality, proving that he really couldn't escape.

In just half a minute, Huang Hong reached the East Gate and immediately saw the piles of broken parasols on the lawn. Many of them had rusted because they had been there for a long time.

Huang Hong's spirits lifted, and he rushed over in three steps, picking up a brand-new-looking iron pillar, about 1.5 or 1.6 meters long, which was indeed long enough to be used as a spear.

With his weapon in hand, Huang Hong immediately shrank to the side of the gate to block the goblin's view, his hand gripping the iron pillar trembling slightly.

When he stopped, Huang Hongcai felt a wave of fear. What if... what if the goblin had thrown his spiked club at him during the escape? He would probably have died on the spot.

Fortunately, things didn't turn out the worst.

Wow!

A green-skinned monster jumped out, marking the closest Huang Hong had ever come to a goblin.

Without any hesitation, Huang Hong's arm veins bulged as he thrust out with all his might. He didn't choose the smaller target, the head, but instead aimed for the goblin's chest.

It sounded like a blunt object striking thick leather, producing a slightly dull sound.

Caught off guard, the goblin stumbled, tripped over the steps where the lawn met the road, and fell to the ground.

However, Huang Hong's expression turned ugly, because the place where he attacked the goblin only showed a barely perceptible bluish-black tinge, and judging from the goblin's lively and energetic movements, it was clear that it was not greatly affected.

Monsters that possess immense power naturally also possess corresponding physical constitutions, something Huang Hong had already considered.

But to his surprise, the goblins' defenses were incredibly strong!

Before all consciousness returned, a strange and nonsensical thought popped into my head...

"Tang Bohu, you're lying to me! How can you kill someone without a spearhead?!"

Immediately afterwards, various scenes of defeat from games and movies appeared, men being "cracked" and women being "sexually assaulted," including the dismembered limbs seen earlier, and scenes of monsters eating and chewing them alive. In that instant, immense fear almost overwhelmed Huang Hong's mind.

He wasn't just scared, he felt like he was going to die! And die a really, really horrible death!!

In a daze, it seemed as if a faint voice rang out in Huang Hong's heart, breaking along with the string called reason.

Suddenly, wisps of faint silver light rose from Huang Hong's body. These lights flowed into the iron pillar in his hand like water, and the iron pillar shone with a gray light, which turned white under the influence of the silver light.

The process was completed almost instantly. When the silver light disappeared, Huang Hong looked as if he had suffered a serious illness; his face was completely pale and devoid of color.

However, at this time, Huang Hong's body had secreted an excessive amount of adrenaline, activating the terrifying upright ape's hunting instincts, completely ignoring his physical weakness.

He raised the iron rod high and viciously stabbed it at the fallen goblin.

*Pfft!*

Strangely, the obtuse angle, which was originally impenetrable, actually pierced through the goblin's chest.

As the goblin screamed in pain, the second blow arrived as expected, precisely piercing the green-skinned monster's mouth and turning the scream into a whimper.

Next, Huang Hong went berserk and launched a series of attacks on the goblin's neck and above.

During the process, the goblin also swung his spiked club haphazardly, scraping off a small piece of flesh from Huang Hong's stomach.

By the time Huang Hong collapsed to the ground from convulsions, the goblin was unrecognizable and lifeless.

As his senses returned, the pain in his body rendered Huang Hong unable to move, leaving him only able to stare blankly at the sky.

Just then, the sky, like tempered glass subjected to excessive pressure, began to crack layer by layer, and then shattered with a crash.

The next moment, a mechanical voice forcibly entered Huang Hong's mind...

Welcome to...the world of Paradise...

……

Brothers, I'm back!

The adventure continues, and I'm so glad to have met you. Welcome to my world! Let's embark on a brand new journey!