Chapter 1: Real Game
Click. Click.
Mo Lan was lying on the armchair, twisting a ten-sided alien Rubik's Cube casually with his hands.
The Rubik's Cube is black, made of wood, and has a matte feel. There are some embossed patterns on the surface, which is quite delicate. The whole thing feels heavy in the hand, and the surface reflects a hint of metallic luster in the sun.
Ink cartridge.jpg
This ink cartridge is said to be an heirloom of the Mo Lan family and was acquired last week.
"Hmm, it seems that the invention of the Rubik's Cube has to be pushed back three thousand years."
Mo Lan muttered to himself , when his cell phone rang and a name appeared on it.
Ding Jin.
"Hello, Ding Jin, why are you calling me?"
“What, the real game will be officially launched next month?
It was actually released? I thought it was delayed again, hahaha."
"Of course I have to play. It's been delayed five times and I've been waiting for so long, so I have to play.
OK, that's it, I'll go now and talk later ."
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone beeped and Mo Lan's face showed a hint of anticipation.
The real game he was talking about was a virtual reality game that he or they had been looking forward to for a long time.
Developed jointly by five major countries, it is said to have a virtualization level of up to 99 percent.
Mo Lan heard the He didn't believe it at first, but after it was confirmed, he was extremely excited.
Originally, Mo Lan wanted to play it with his roommates in college, but year after year, the release of the real game was postponed again and again.
In the blink of an eye, a year has passed, and in the blink of an eye, four years have passed. Mo Lan has graduated, but there is still no news about the real game, so netizens joked about it.
"Grandson, remember to burn it for me when the real game is released."
"Grandpa, I will tell my grandson."
As Mo Lan thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. He turned on the computer with great anticipation, and his ten fingers skillfully tapped on the keyboard. After a burst of crisp keyboard tapping sounds, Mo Lan held the mouse, clicked on the favorites, and opened the official website of the real game.
I opened the official website and downloaded the client in one go, with the lingering sound of the keyboard still echoing in my ears.
…
Half a month later.
Mo Lan put on the sleeping game helmet and leaned back in the chair. His consciousness gradually became blurred. Distorted colored lights flashed in the deep darkness. His consciousness gradually became clear in the dazzlement.
"Ding, welcome to the real game world, I am your system elf."
Mo Lan opened his eyes, looked down at his hands in disbelief, then raised his head and looked around. He was now in a wilderness, surrounded by bushes, and not far away was a green forest with no end in sight.
Feeling the incomparable reality, Mo Lan felt as if he was already in a real world.
"Is this 99% virtuality? A country is a country. It is much more advanced than those dress-up games that claim to be 100% virtual. There is no comparison. They are not on the same level. This is simply time travel."
Mo Lan murmured in surprise, and the clear voice of the system elf echoed in his ears.
"Okay, your beginner's guide ends here. Do you need to repeat it again?"
?
A question mark popped up in Mo Lan's mind. The system elf was about to disappear, so Mo Lan hurriedly called out to stop it.
"Nothing but an exit game guide?"
"Yes, the guidance is over. Do you want to repeat the guidance?"
Half an hour later, Mo Lan pulled out his stick and looked around, feeling confused.
"Where am I? Who am I? What am I supposed to do?"
"Hey, Ding Jin, what are you doing?"
Mo Lan quit the game and called Ding Jin directly, but as soon as the call was connected, he heard a scream from the other end.
"Ah! Fuck!"
Ding Jin said gloomily.
"Why are you calling me?"
"Ask what you are doing."
"Play a real game, what else can you do, torture yourself?"
"Emmmm, isn't it?"
"Go away, I'm going to continue playing. Don't call me if there's nothing wrong, and don't call me if there's something wrong.
Damn it, a mere hyena dares to cause trouble for me, I will revive and fight again!"
Beep beep beep.
A beeping sound rang in his ears, and Mo Lan logged into the game. Everything in front of his eyes went dark, and he fell into silence as he looked at his own broken body floating in the air.
"What is this? How can we play this crappy game?"
After a while, an idea popped into Mo Lan's mind.
"Hey, how about... building a house and cultivating the land?"
Mo Lan did what he said. He called the system elf directly, glanced at the forum, and found that it was full of complaints about the game, so he closed it and opened Notepad to start planning.
Terrain, water sources, farmland, defense...
Sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. After a while, Mo Lan closed the notepad and clicked the resurrection button. With a flash of light, the world became bright in an instant. The corpses and bloodstains on the ground disappeared, and Mo Lan stood on the ground again.
"Isn't this just playing a real-life version of Minecraft? It's a rubbish game with all the bells and whistles. It will be a failure sooner or later."
Mo Lan complained as he walked, but even though he complained, he understood.
"Real Game" is enough to kill all virtual games on the market with its 99% virtuality level, attracting a large number of new and old players.
It's not targeting anyone, it's just saying that all the games here... are garbage.
Mo Lan licked his dry lips, put out his hand to block the sun and looked up at the sky.
"Bah, what a rubbish game."
After saying that, he continued to move forward. He didn't become interested until he reached the edge of the forest. The trees here were straight, thick and tall, and there was a small stream, about a meter wide, flowing gently.
Following the stream deeper into the forest, he found a relatively satisfactory spot when the light gradually became dim. He stopped and looked at the three trees in front of him with satisfaction.
These three trees, which are four or five stories high but which Mo Lan does not recognize, grow together in a triangle. Coincidentally, at a height of about three meters, each of the three trees grows a thick branch. The three branches are intertwined, forming a faint aerial platform.
Just as Mo Lan looked up at the branches, he suddenly felt a strong wind blowing on the back of his neck. Then his neck hurt sharply. With a click, Mo Lan slowly floated up, looking blankly at the skinny wolf eating heartily under him.
?
After thinking for a while, Mo Lan clicked the revival button, and the corpse disappeared. A trace of confusion appeared in his skinny wolf eyes, and then his body subconsciously shrank to avoid the attack of an anonymous rookie, and then he pounced suddenly, biting his fangs on the neck in front.
Click.
Mo Lan rose up like a wisp of smoke, and with it a question mark rose up.
The skinny wolf looked at the prey in front of it with confusion. Its simple brain could not understand what had just happened, but the blood in its mouth made it put aside its doubts and start to eat with relish.
Mo Lan watched all this in silence, slowly clenched his fists, and a sense of strength rose in his body.
resurrection!
Smoke rises from the cooking stove.
resurrection!
Smoke from cooking rises.
Half an hour later, the skinny wolf left the scene in a trance. Mo Lan resurrected again, pointed at the hungry wolf and shouted.
"If you have the guts, don't run away. Let's fight for another 300 rounds, and I will kill you..."
The thin wolf looked back and saw Mo Lan's body reflected in his eyes. He pounced to the side and grabbed a stupid roe deer that suddenly appeared and smashed it.
"I will kill you, I will kill you, I will kill you..."
The stupid roe deer was knocked to the ground, foaming at the mouth, blood gushing from the corners of its eyes, and struggling violently under the violent fists.
At this time, there was a familiar fishy wind in front of Mo Lan, and then several skinny hungry wolves came from all directions. They bit the silly roe deer to death in an instant, and killed Mo Lan at the same time.
The hungry wolf that had just left also ran back, lying on the roe deer and feasting on it. While eating, he glanced at the skinny wolves that were biting Mo Lan and blinked.
But Mo Lan, who had turned into rising smoke, no longer cared about these things. He only saw a wisp of white gas rising from the roe deer's body and sinking into his body.
Level 0: 1/100
A white experience bar appeared, and with it came a light in the mind.
A ten-sided ink cartridge slowly rotated in my mind, with numbers flashing underneath it.
Zeroth order: 0/100
