This Otherworld Has No Players

They thought they were playing an ultra-immersive game, until in a first-person livestream, a player was torn apart by shadow wolves—the blood was hot, the pain was real, yet reservations exceeded three million. Relying on trial and error through resurrection and forum sharing, these "undying ones" skinned the man-eating wolves into leather jackets, twisted their sinews into bowstrings, smoked their flesh into bacon, and built a village called "Newbie Village" on the wasteland. Meanwhile, the howls from the northern plains grow more synchronized night after night. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: This Otherworld Has No Players — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠