Chapter 7

Nothing can be accomplished without norms or standards.

Especially for players who are keen to make things, they can't be soft hearted.

[shelter residents manual version 1.0.]

[1. The order of the manager is above all else, and all residents of the shelter need to obey unconditionally.]

[2. For illegal residents, the manager will retain the final means of using "forced dormancy" and "confinement". (Note: forced dormancy is equivalent to forced kicking out of the game, and confinement is blocking login permission.)]

[3. The manager has the final right to interpret all the above terms.]

Violations will be kicked out of the game, which is no longer the power of ordinary NPCs.

After seeing the remarks behind Article 2 of the shelter residents' manual, players fully understand that this NPC is not only an NPC, but also part of the permissions of GM, which can "title" people who affect the game experience of other players.

Now there are few people, and these three rules are for the time being. If there are still places to be added later, Chu Guang will consider launching version 2.0 or even version 20.0.

For example, standardize the contact rules between players, players and "NPC", as well as prohibitions in the game, etc.

A round of closed test is conducted before test a, which is half the reason.

There is not much space in the shelter. There are a lot of more than 20 rooms. In fact, each of them is very small and full of four training compartments.

The last manager seemed to be deeply afraid that he would not work, so he moved the whole B1 floor clean, and didn't give him any good things left.

Chu Guang didn't stay in the shelter too long. After talking about the rules, he took four people and Xiao Qi and stood on the elevator to the outside world.

The four sealed beta players were obedient and gave him face as a manager, but their curiosity was a little too strong.

From the moment their feet were on the ground, they were like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. They felt left and right all the way and wanted to touch everything.

All over the body, no cell can live idle!

The elevator stops steadily.

Looking over the incomplete window and the sunshine in front of the elevator, the four players were all amazed that they had never seen the world.

"Horizontal trough..."

"This light! This wall! This, this..."

"That's awesome!"

"The sunlight passes through the cracks in the concrete ruins, shines on the grass drilled out of the floor, and the visible dust floats in the light beam... Every frame is art, and every second is the combustion of funds!"

"Cow force! Our Japanese brother has culture!"

"Go away, call ye Fangge!"

"OK, tomorrow brother."

“……”

A group of guys who have never seen the world

Chu Guang thought it was funny, but he could understand it, so he pretended not to hear anything, performed his duties as an NPC, and took them outside the sanatorium.

Looking at the tools on the ground, Chu Guang turned and faced them.

"As you can see, the nuclear war has been over for 200 years."

"We are now located in the northern suburb of Qingquan City, far from the nuclear crater. Unless we encounter 'luminous rain' or naked eye visible radioactive clouds, we don't have to worry too much about the problem of excessive gamma values."

"The shelter can't shelter us forever, and our civilization can't hide under the ruins forever. Remember, we are the first troops to return to the surface. There are thousands of people waiting for our good news behind us. There is no time to delay."

"The first thing we have to do now is to repair the sanatorium under our feet and build an outpost on the ruins."

"It will be the bridgehead for us to return to the surface."

"I'll give you a task. Pick up the axe on the ground and go outside to cut some wood."

"Before winter comes, we need to store enough fuel and repair these broken walls around us."

"Remember not to go too far. Don't act rashly when you encounter a different species. Withdraw immediately."

"Move!"

Chu Guang thought he needed to talk.

Unexpectedly, these players were more obedient than they thought. They picked up their axes and went out to work.

The quick action was like wanting to finish quickly for fear of delaying his work.

"Master, are these guys really OK?" Xiao Qi, who followed him, expressed his concern. He always felt that these cloned human heads were not normal.

"That's why I asked you to follow," Chu Guang looked up at the nursing home behind him, paused for a moment and continued, "you go to the window just north of the third floor and look at it. If they encounter a situation or go too far, remind me."

As for himself, he has to check the reward for completing the task first.

The wastebasket parked next to Chu Guang didn't move.

After a while, Xiao Qi whispered.

"... master."

"What's the matter?"

"Well, I don't have jio."

The movable wastebasket revolved around Chu Guang's lower leg to show his way of moving. Until then, Chu Guang noticed that this guy had been sliding by four pairs of pulleys.

"... all right, I'll take you up."

Sighed.

Chu Guang squatted down and carried it on his shoulder.

good heavens.

It's heavy.

……

Kaka——

Duang！

The thigh thick tree slowly fell down and hit the ground with a dull sound.

"I don't think it's waste soil here."

"What does that look like?"

"It's more like a forest... I'm talking about the forest. I don't know if you've played it. It's like cutting trees and building houses."

"I've played black artifact, of course, and I've not only played it, but I've built my house in the sky. But it's much easier to build a house there. Just click the mouse. Unlike here... Especially, the axe is very heavy."

"When it comes to setting, I think it's quite true. I remember watching a documentary before about returning to Chernobyl. There has been no human disturbance for 40 years. There has evolved into a new ecosystem. The building is surrounded by vines and the trees grow higher than the house... The setting of this game is 200 years after the waste land, but it's not impossible. I even feel that the city The situation in will be more exaggerated than here. "

Looking at the mess behind him, Lao Bai wiped his sweat and hit his tongue.

"If this is put in reality, I'm afraid I'll have to go to jail."

I've been busy for two hours.

Although the efficiency is not high, the wooden piers left are the same as those chewed by dogs, but more than ten thigh thick pine trees have been cut down, and countless thinner ones have been cut down.

However, the managers did not say how much they wanted, and no one could decide whether these were enough.

"One said one, the game is too real... Whether it's the dull feeling of the axe cutting on the tree, or the flying sawdust and the sunlight passing through the leaves, it reminds me of --"

"All right, all right, don't pull the calf."

Interrupted Fang Chang's emotion, night ten arms clubbed an axe, looked at the scattered branches and autumn leaves on the ground, and gasped for air.

"Since you can cut down trees, building houses and planting land should not be a problem?"

The physical movement ability in the game is much stronger than that in reality.

In reality, the night ten belongs to the kind that has been hollowed out by the nine-year compulsory education, but it can barely squeeze out two lumps of biceps brachii on the side of the waste land.

Of course, the best thing is that the white horse crosses the gap - that is, Lao Bai.

Although this guy's character is not very long and full of stubble, it is full of muscles when rolling up his sleeves. It looks powerful.

"If we want to farm, I suggest we can set a fire and turn the ashes into the soil. When winter passes, the next spring will be a fertile land... Of course, the premise is that the game is so real, otherwise it will be a waste of expression."

"I've been wondering why Lao Bai's muscles are as strong as he's practiced. I'm struggling with an axe."

The wind was panting heavily.

His role is probably the closest physical fitness to reality among all people. He can't do it after exercising for a while.

"The attributes of each character must be different... Although I don't know how to judge this thing." the abbot touched the back of his head and thought for a moment, "but I have a guess."

"What conjecture?"

All three players were interested in his discovery.

Everyone who has been in the cattle and Horse Club for some time knows that this guy is a member of the strategy group of several stand-alone games and has the largest inventory of Steam games in the group.

No matter FPS, RPG or SLG, there is no type he doesn't play.

"You should also notice that we woke up from a silver jar. Considering the theme of the game, there are two possibilities in the setting. First, we slept from before the war to now through cryodormancy technology. Second, we are all clones."

"Of course, I personally think the setting of the latter will be more convenient. After all, the problem of resurrection can be easily explained by directly synthesizing a body with the DNA stored in the incubator."

Looking at the players looking at each other, the commander continued.

"I guess we will add settings such as property panel and level in the later stage, and our physical differences may be the foreshadowing!"

"I'm still looking forward to the production team developing a different game mechanism, such as... Combining DNA and professional system, distinguishing power players from agile players, and formulating different attribute growth curves. This can not only ensure freedom, but also enrich playing methods."

"Unfortunately, the characters are random. If only you could decide the initial attributes yourself."

His mouth was dry and his tongue was dry. The square leader finally stopped.

"No bullshit. I'll be offline for a while. I'll talk to brother Guang."

I remember brother Guang said that he was the planner of the game. It's better to talk directly to the planner about this problem than they talk nonsense here.

At this time, looking at the night ten in a daze in the distance, he suddenly opened his mouth and said.

"You say, how big is this map?"

"I don't know."

"You said if I keep going in one direction..."

Looking at the eager night ten, clubbing an axe and resting in the wind, he hesitated and said.

"The probability is either an air wall or a plot kill... But whatever it is, I suggest you don't do it."

"Did you forget? The manager told us not to be too far from the sanatorium."

"Shit, he's just an NPC. Listen to him?"

"But he can get us off the line and even confiscate our qualification," gale warned.

Fang Chang also reminded him.

"Yes, and I speculate that the game NPC's intelligence may have a hidden setting of liking. In fact, you can notice that its attitude towards each player is not exactly the same, and there must be hidden algorithm logic."

"Well, don't try, don't try."

Hearing this, the most dishonest night ten was honest.

no way out.

That's too lethal.

Anyone with a clear eye can see the value behind this game.

Fully immersive virtual reality

Once this technology comes out, it will have a subversive impact on the entertainment mode - even the lifestyle of the whole modern society!

Even if you don't want to play games, who cares about 12 to 8 hours more than others a day?

According to the Guangge in the group, the time spent in the game world is equivalent to sleeping in the real world.

In other words, even staying here all night will not affect the work of the next day!

It's really hard to imagine that the closed beta of such a game destined to stir the world is carried out in such a "hasty" or even silent way.

Doesn't that company need to make money?

But anyway, since this opportunity has come to them, no one is willing to give up easily.

At night ten, when he dispelled the impulse to explore the map boundary and was ready to continue cutting trees honestly, a strong premonition of crisis suddenly enveloped his whole body.

Hands and feet are cold.

Cold sweat oozed from behind.

He didn't know where the sense of crisis came from, but he seemed to foresee the end of his tragic death——

As soon as his legs were soft, he stumbled backward at night. However, it was this stumble that made him avoid the dark shadow falling from the sky.

Tear -!

Wood chips splashed.

Three and a half foot wide scratches were printed on the trunk beside me!

"SIP --!"

Howl like a fierce ghost!

The big bird swooped down and missed. By kicking the pine tree, it flapped its wings and pulled up again, disappearing into the top of the tree.

Looking at the falling black feathers, the whole night ten people sitting on the ground were stupid and subconsciously touched their heads.

what the fuck?