Chapter 425 Rules and Patches
The sky in Papalocka's memory was always narrow and small, filled with light blue light.
Even if she closed her eyes now, she would still recall the swinging pendulum clock and the faint smile on her face when her 'mother' died in front of her.
In the hotel room, Papalocka poured himself another glass of wine.
Her eyes unconsciously became moist. She held the wine in her left hand and drank it down with her head tilted back. She held the e-cigarette in her right hand and took a deep puff, letting the gas that could slightly paralyze the nerves penetrate into her chest.
"I know you are now very curious about the strength of my home planet and why they were refused integration into the galaxy by the Fayya people."
Papalocka licked his lips and whispered:
“The strength of my home planet should be able to crush the other four competitors combined, and my home planet has formulated a series of response strategies. When the game starts, they will unite the two stronger planets to kill the game as quickly as possible.
"I can describe it to you like this... We have a population of 20 billion, of which 8 billion have excellent nerve reaction speeds and are warriors prepared for the trial of civilization. The remaining 12 billion are responsible for providing living security for the warriors, both online and offline.
“We have a simple and efficient command system. The supreme commander has completed the Six Purities, turning himself into a pure brain creature, and rationally controls everything on the planet.
"Do you want to know what the Six Purities are? It's a series of tests.
"Among them, the third assessment requires you to personally terminate the 55-year-old gene inheritor who has irreversible defects and has made no contribution to society.
"The sixth test is to abandon your body in infinite pain and allow your brain to be fixed with a special coagulant."
Yang Ming could hardly hold the wine glass in his hand.
What the hell, this is a bunch of idiots!
Papalocka was very satisfied with Yang Ming's expression. She lay lazily on the sofa and said with a smile:
"This is the deformed society under the dimensional upgrade test. It has existed for more than 7,600 planetary years, which is roughly equivalent to more than 12,000 standard galactic years."
Yang Ming frowned slightly.
Wouldn’t that be equivalent to a little over 10,000 years on Earth?
Good job.
A super greenhouse civilization with full militarized management, which inherited the technological heritage of the previous generation of the planet, set the goal of planetary trials and examinations early on, and has been working towards this goal for 10,000 years!
Yang Ming interrupted Papalocka's story and asked, "Is your civilization level 1.5?"
“Technology does.”
"This?" Yang Ming said in a deep voice, "You really cleared the Abyss on a single planet?"
"Yes, through the efforts of the entire social system, we defeated the Ninth Scourge Fleet, and gradually defeated the Seventh Scourge and the Third Scourge, achieving the final victory in the battle."
Papalocka frowned and said, "You are interrupting my conversation."
Yang Ming made a gesture of invitation: "Sister, please continue talking. I won't interrupt you."
"Where should I start... before the launch of Abyss?"
Papalocka sighed and said slowly:
“I was 21 years old at the time and a non-combatant member of the second echelon.
"According to the law, my friends and I walked out of the youth reserve camp and boarded the train to the base. We grew up in this environment. Discipline, obedience, active thinking and good health are the words we are most familiar with.
“An active mind is to better shoulder one’s mission in society and in The Abyss, and a healthy body is to keep oneself functioning efficiently.
"In order to ensure that the physical and brain qualities of individuals are above the qualified level, genetic optimization and genetic screening have been going on on our planet for more than two thousand years.
“I successfully entered the base, received my own gaming equipment, and was assigned to a living cabin of only eight cubic meters.
"My life will be based on an eight-day cycle. I must stay in the Abyss for two-thirds of its rotation cycle every day. Every action we take in the Abyss must be under the watchful eyes of our team leader and patrol supervisors to ensure that I am not lazy.
“Of course, we were taught from childhood that if we were lazy, we would feel deeply guilty.
“After working for seven consecutive days, we will get a day off, and during this day we can leave the underground base, walk around the square on the surface, have a look, and eat some rare food that is provided free of charge.
“That’s a very happy memory.”
Papalocka sighed softly.
Yang Ming asked: "Your planet supports 20 billion people?"
"Yes."
“Has this population size lasted for a long time?”
"No."
Papalocka said slowly:
"Everything on our planet is within the plan of every commander. We have a 10,000-year development timetable. About 300 years ago, we began to increase the population base, and in a short period of time, we reached a scale of 20 billion.
"Then, we made up for those technological shortcomings that we deliberately left behind, rapidly improved our civilization level, and actively touched the space-time wall."
Yang Ming nodded: "Make reasonable use of the rules."
"Yes, first you have to know the rules."
Papalocka smiled bitterly:
"Our natural resources have been exhausted by the stage of development of 9,000 years, because there have been more than a dozen technological explosions and population explosions in history.
“When I was born, our planet was already reaching its limits.
“Even if we have a large amount of energy and can continuously synthesize organic matter, food will still be a problem, so everyone must control their diet, suppress their appetite, restrain their stomach when necessary, and accurately calculate how much energy they need for their growth, development and activities.
"One of the options for genetic screening is related to obesity, which is believed to be caused by an individual storing too much useless energy.
“For people with genetic defects, the legal life expectancy is 55; even for scientists with special talents, they will consider ending their lives as the ultimate glory after their ideas have run dry.
"Under the internal and external pressures of civilization testing and resource depletion, my home planet has been twisted into a twine.
"Individual tragedies continue to unfold, so what should we do? Let us sing the praises of tragedy and modify people's cognition..."
She closed her eyes tightly, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Can you imagine? Our hospital is a suicide site. Our children are separated from their parents from birth and are collectively raised and educated. Even reproduction is done collectively.
“Desire is limited in number.
“Humanity is imprisoned.
“Survival is the greatest pursuit, but survival is also precisely captured in seconds.
"Is there any need for such a civilization to exist? If it simply becomes a test machine for the Faya civilization, what is the point?"
Yang Ming asked: "So the Fayya people refused you entry into the Milky Way?"
"Yes," Papalocka sneered. "After the Faya people communicated with our commander, they just said one thing - you have lost your possibility. Listen, what a ridiculous reason. They claim that everything follows the rules, but they also patched the rules in various ways, giving them the final right of interpretation."
"That is to say, the rules of the Fayya people are not set in stone."
Yang Ming's mind suddenly became active.
"If your planet is hostile to my planet, there is no chance of victory," Papalocka whispered, "Do you have a way to destroy them? I am asking you seriously."
"Are all the people on your home planet as selfless as you are?"
“…”
Yang Ming said in a deep voice: "Ma'am, I'm afraid we can't influence the subsequent trials. When "Faya's Game" starts, your home planet will enter the competition process. If it is as you said, the possibility of your home planet being promoted is still very high."
"You want to work with them?" Papalocka asked.
Yang Ming nodded honestly: "The overall strength of my home planet is too weak. Even if there is external pressure, it is good enough to gather more than one billion scattered players."
"I can't possibly help you," Papalocka said, "I just want them to disappear."
"Can you do that? Keep saying that?"
"I can pass on false information to them."
Papalocka said calmly:
"I had planned this before, but after I thought about it... they don't need a forerunner, and I don't care. In the past twenty years, I have experienced what real life is. Now I can leave comfortably. I have lived a more meaningful life than any of them."
“First of all, I don’t think it’s wrong to prioritize the collective.”
Yang Ming thought carefully and said slowly:
"The problem with your home planet probably lies in the imbalance between the individual and the collective.
“Generally speaking, everything has its own laws of development, and so does human society. The progress of society does not only rely on ideas and structures, but is also closely related to the personal qualities and personal cognition of the constituent units of society.
"More than 10,000 years is too long, and the pressure generated is too great.
"If we had known about the existence of the Trial a few hundred years in advance, perhaps the tragedy of individuals could have been reduced a lot."
“You have never experienced it.”
Papalocka curled his lips slightly and said, "Do you have anything else to ask me? Although I don't know much information, I do have a deep understanding of the treachery and evil of the Fayya people."
Yang Ming asked: "Are there any additional rules for Faya's game?"
"All I know is that there will be a standings."
"Scoreboard?"
"Yes, five greenhouse civilizations are playing a survival game in a virtual universe based on the instantaneous data of human civilization in the Milky Way."
Papalocka said slowly:
“According to the information we found in the ruins—all of which I learned and memorized as a teenager—when the game begins, five civilizations will land in five regions, each with a powerful political entity.
“The game is divided into four stages in total.
"The first stage lasts for three years and is a stage of full cognition and adaptation. During this stage, the scope of civilization activities is limited to their respective political systems. Each civilization can expand outward, but the best way is to use all means to integrate with their own political system.
“This game designed by Faya Civilization will have a certain compensation mechanism.
"If a greenhouse civilization is weaker, or if this civilization has a higher probability of having a group of extremely creative thinkers, it is very likely to merge with the most powerful political system in the game background."
Yang Ming leaned back.
Was his stirring up trouble in the empire also calculated by the Faya civilization? Was this a compensation ?
Papalocka continued:
“When the first stage is over, we will enter the border integration stage. During this process, the game content will expand outward, and regional, non-border wars will occur, allowing the five political systems to expand rapidly and improve in various fields.
"The second stage is a test of the creativity of the greenhouse civilization. If this civilization can better integrate into a powerful political system and bring higher possibilities to this political system, it will be easy to establish a certain advantage."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "So, we also have a chance."
Papalocka said: “The chances in the first half didn’t work.”
"Why?"
"Because of the standings," Papalocka said, "the first three stages are the stages of earning points. Over the nine years, whoever can earn more points will establish an advantage, but also a crisis."
“What is the third stage?”
"A comprehensive test, with all kinds of large-scale natural disasters occurring, will test the resilience of every greenhouse civilization to its limits."
"The fourth stage?"
"Grab the points," Papalocka said. "A standard galactic year voyage expansion. Everyone enters a new battlefield and uses the resources gained in the game world in the previous nine years. The five major camps engage in a full-scale confrontation."
Yang Ming raised his hands to cover his eyes.
Papalocka sneered: "Using points as bargaining chips, we will wage a total war. The victorious party will get the staked chips, and the defeated party will inevitably become fat meat in the eyes of other civilizations."
"Ah," Yang Ming picked up the wine glass and drank it all, "This Faya game..."
"It's cruel, isn't it? Five into three, two eliminated."
"Yes," Yang Ming said, "That is to say, the more players a civilization has in the game, the greater the possibility of winning... a total of ten years of game experience... the direct confrontation in the final stage..."
Papalocka nodded: "The more players there are, the more efficient it will be to gain points in the first three stages."
“How do you usually earn points?”
"Do everything that's difficult," Papalocka said. "Scientific research breakthroughs give the most bonuses. However, if you want the greenhouse civilization to contribute to the development of scientific research within the game's political system with the Milky Way civilization as the background, that's really... The second thing is the content within the game. Conflict and contradiction are the main themes, and defeating some powerful enemies will give points as rewards."
Yang Ming nodded: "It's just like the single-planet version of The Abyss, right?"
"I can't even imagine what it would be like if the legend of the white ghost appeared in 'Faya's Game'."
"I might be beaten as a boss."
"Hahaha, yes, and it's definitely the most difficult and toughest boss to defeat."
Yang Ming curled his lips slightly and sat there thinking quietly.
Population is indeed the decisive factor.
The Earth has a population of , but Yang Ming only needs to think about the fact that before he was sent to the Milky Way, many areas on Earth were still raging with wars, and hegemony and confrontational thinking were rising...
Tired.
Calculate the love.
Destroy it.
Fighting for second place and maintaining third place is easier said than done!
"You said before that you can upgrade your dimension?" Papalocka asked suddenly.
Yang Ming shrugged slightly: "Yes, as an insecticide cultivated by the Fayya people."
"Perhaps, you can save your planet from this direction."
Papalocka said:
“What I just said, that my home planet can challenge the other four planets alone, is not empty talk. The rules of the Faya people cannot be modified, but they can be patched. They hypocritically say that they will respect all life forms, but in fact they still control all civilizations in the low-dimensional world at will.
"However, this is human nature, a nature that cannot be erased, whether it is the collective thinking or the individual's dimensionality."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Now, can you come back to the empire with me?"
Papalocka shook his head. "Kill me. It will free me. I have betrayed my planet by telling you this. This makes me feel very happy."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, you have to give me some reward."
"Why not commit suicide?"
"Suicide is illegal... my mind tells me," Papalocka sighed, "and you know, I have a resurrection armor, let me experience death once, I may be able to find the meaning of life in death. I am different from you, I was randomly selected after winning the game, I have never died."
She put out the e-cigarette in her hand and raised her hand to tidy up her long curly hair that was like dead grass.
"Thanks for your hard work."
