I always feel that a true journey is not just about how many roads you have walked and how many landscapes you have experienced, but about having support and warmth in your heart. Erangel, this land full of ruins and desolation, is like a faded old photo, with too many stories hidden in the yellowed corners. The sound of gunfire rises and falls in the air, as if it is the sound of time breaking. However, in this chaos, there is a red light burning quietly. It is the sign of KFC, flickering on the abandoned gas station, with a gentle and persistent breath.
The gas station was originally just a shadow in the ruins, and you could hear its sigh when the wind blew. Now it has become a station for people to stop. The self-service ordering machine is like an old friend who has been waiting for a long time, silently guarding those souls running in the virtual world. Just press the button lightly, and your name will appear on the screen, and then a fried chicken meal with the breath of life will slowly come.
Fried chicken is not just food in this world, it is like a silent poem, telling about fatigue and hope. The golden chicken leg is like a mother’s warm hand, gently holding up your broken heart. The character takes a bite carefully, as if telling you that even in the midst of gunfire, there is still love, tenderness, and a place to rely on in your heart. French fries are bandages, drinks are energy, they are all subtle tenderness in this wilderness, and fireworks that refuse to dissipate in the dead silence.
This set meal has special rules. Each person can only use it once, and it can only be used again when the game enters the fourth stage. It seems to remind us that the most precious things in life are often limited and hard-won. Only by learning to wait and cherish can we understand the preciousness of that warmth. Just like me in the Sahara Desert at night, waiting for the wind to turn and waiting for the soul to settle down.
Not only in Erangel, such red lights are also sprinkled on Miramar, Sanhok, Vikendi, and banners flying on take-off planes. They are like tokens scattered in time, telling you that no matter where you are, life will always leave a trace of warmth and a light, waiting for your return.
Some people say that this is just a setting in the game, but I think it is far more than that. It is like an invisible lamp, illuminating the lonely hearts of players. Even between fighting and escaping, we still yearn to be understood and cared for. That bite of fried chicken is a love for life and an unyielding embrace of life.
I think everyone has such a piece of pure land in their hearts, and they yearn to be treated gently even in the most desolate battlefield. We run in the world, avoid storms, and look forward to occasional stops to taste a simple beauty.
So, at that moment, the boundary between virtual and real blurred. The aroma of fried chicken is like the wind, floating into the softest corner of the heart. It is not just food, but a feeling, a belief, and a courage to refuse to bow to fate.
Life is so short and precious. May we all find our own red light in this noisy and chaotic world to light up the way forward. Even if there is endless wilderness ahead, we are never alone.