Chapter 50 Your Undead Friend
If domestic instant noodles can stand the test of the picky taste buds of hundreds of millions of Chinese people, and if time and space merchants can resell them on Earth in the 19th and 20th centuries, they will definitely make a fortune.
Don't think that the Chinese people in the 21st century are picky about this and that, and they all claim that they won't eat anything that is not pure natural and original. But the fact is... let alone pushing the timeline back to the 19th century, just pushing it back 30 years, many people actually have no capital to be picky at all - absolutely not many people would care whether the two cans of lard at home are fed with genetically modified feed, and it is even more impossible for them to dislike lard as not as healthy as soybean oil and throw it away.
Excess production capacity has given ordinary people the capital to be picky, but this is actually only a phenomenon that has occurred in the past twenty years.
Only those who can afford to eat instant noodles are qualified to complain that they are unhealthy, unnutritious, monotonous and greasy... If Chinese people keep boxes of instant noodles at home, they are likely to expire. But this will never happen in India, Somalia or any poor African country.
In short... the situation where spices are roughly processed on assembly lines and delivered to thousands of households at extremely low prices has never happened in this alien world; it is quite easy to conquer the taste buds of the natives of this world with the crazy accumulation of sweeteners, umami ingredients, salty ingredients, spices and other spices in instant noodle bags.
Not to mention that a whole bottle of Lao Gan Ma, a killer drink, was poured into the instant noodle pot - no matter whether it was the common people of Camor who had never eaten good food in their lives or the priests from better families, there was not even a drop of soup left in the paper bowls after they finished eating.
"Damn, seeing how deliciously these NPCs are eating makes me want to have a bowl too." The players murmured as they cleaned up, "If our game characters were human instead of skeletons, I wonder if we could eat the food in this game?"
"That's impossible. No matter how awesome this game is, it can't simulate the sense of taste . The most it can do is give you a picture of eating."
"Hey, the holographic game in the online article doesn't give you a sense of taste when you eat. This game is not awesome!"
"Wake up! It's time to move the bricks!"
"Hahaha……"
Entropy Butzen temporarily left the team and wandered around among the players doing tasks in various places for a while, and finally found the place where he could write his thoughts.
"Huahua, let me tell you something." Enbuduzeng waved at Miaobishenghua from afar.
Miaobishenghua was discussing the arrangements for logging in and out of the city with his friends. Hearing this, he left the team and came over: "What's wrong, Qingyue?"
Everyone in the Enbuteng team followed Tang Jia in calling her Qingyue, and after a while, Miaobishenghua also started calling her that.
En Bu Zeng looked around, pulled Miao Bi Sheng Hua to a less crowded place, and whispered, "Hua Hua, do you find these NPCs strange?"
"Hmm...what do you mean?" Miaobishenghua didn't understand.
Entropy was also in a dilemma, not knowing how to start. After hesitating for a while, he said, "It's just... I always feel that these NPCs are too smart, and their behavior logic is too real."
"Aren't NPCs in this game always like this?" Miaobishenghua was confused. "The high-level NPCs in Exile Town can even understand when players taunt them, and send players back to the resurrection point if they disagree with them. They are much more awesome than the artificial idiots in reality."
“Well… although it’s a bit strange to say it now, I still want to say that the NPCs in this game, especially the many living NPCs we saw this time, are really unscientific.” En Bu Zeng said angrily, “How should I put it - those captives seemed to ask for help from the high-level NPCs on horseback who were with Lord Yang, but those high-level NPCs ignored them. Also, these civilian NPCs we have to pick up in the mission really look like refugees, even more like refugees than the extras pretending to be refugees in the movie.”
"I'm not just talking about the image, I'm talking about the behavior logic and reaction patterns of these civilians... Anyway, they all fit the setting of 'refugees' very well. If this is also part of the 'realism and sense of immersion' that the dog planners pursue, and the behavior logic of these civilian NPCs is all programmed, then I can only say that any programmer from this game production team must be a super god who is ahead of his time."
Miaobishenghua was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "Qingyue, you don't mean to say that these NPCs are played by real people, do you?"
Entropy does not increase: "Uh..."
Miaobishenghua raised his hand and patted Enbuteng's arm, saying earnestly: "Calm down, girl. If we want to log off by force, we can wake up in reality in a second. Our only connection with this game world is the helmet we wear on our heads."
"It's normal for you to have this thought. When I first entered this game, I also wondered if I had encountered a plot in a novel, where I would travel to another world after putting on a helmet. So I specifically asked my mother to cooperate with me. When I logged into the game, my mother used her mobile phone to record me sleeping with the helmet on, and then asked my mother to forcibly take off my helmet..."
"The result was normal. As soon as the helmet was taken off, I woke up on the sofa at home. It's not just me. Many people have had their helmets forcibly taken off by their parents, wives, or husbands while playing games. It's similar to having the network cable unplugged when playing PC games. If this can actually be considered time travel, then our time travel is too easy, like a child's play. Those infinite flow games and book-traveling games at least have a 'system' to assist in time travel."
"Of course, this game is definitely not VR. I checked and no VR game released by any manufacturer can be logged in with just a helmet. There are so many devices needed." Miaobishenghua concluded with his hands spread out, "But anyway, we are neither doing scientific research nor making competitive games. We are just players. As long as there is a game to play, we just play it. Who cares about the black technology principle, don't you think?"
Entropy does not increase: "..."
She could also think of what Miaobi Shenghua said. She had also done the experiment of asking someone to forcibly remove the helmet privately...
As a young Chinese, it is impossible for you to be unfamiliar with the concept of "time travel". Even if you don't read online comics, you will always have the opportunity to see movies and TV series with time travel themes. After playing a game like "Alien World" that has such a strong sense of reality that it does not seem like a product of contemporary Earth technology at all, no matter how heartless the players are, they will definitely doubt whether this game is a real game or a "time travel".
However, the reality is that players can enter this world by logging in with a helmet. Without a helmet, even if they stay online all day and go to sleep, they cannot "travel through" in.
In addition, the game "Alien World" does have a task system, reputation system, and career system that players are quite familiar with, which is not much different from traditional PC games...
"Well, maybe it's the first time I see so many human NPCs, so I think too much." Entropy let out a long breath.
Miaobishenghua smiled and said, "It's normal. Not to mention seeing so many human NPCs, when I first saw only zombie NPCs, I doubted whether we were playing a game. In fact, if you think about it carefully, if you can travel to another world by playing a game, then there is no reason for the country to not care, right?"
En Bu Zeng thought about it and laughed, "Yeah, if that bastard planner can really let so many of us travel to another world, then what else can we say? Let's build a space gate and conquer the other world. We have come across so many towering trees and primitive jungles along the way. We can make a fortune just by cutting down trees, not to mention sending people to look for minerals, dig for oil, etc."
"Yes, it's such a pity that all the land here is abandoned. If we cut down some trees and clear some soil for farming, we will have a big granary in three to five years." Miaobishenghua said with a chuckle.
On the other side of the valley, Yang Qiu, who was chatting enthusiastically with the black-robed inspector Lowell (testing each other), suddenly froze.
"Hmm?" Lowell thought that the black magician was going to make another profound statement, so he pretended to listen patiently.
"Nothing." Yang Qiu calmed himself down and started talking about other things.
——He had never thought about making money by cutting down trees!
New brick-moving task reservation.
When the players had almost packed up their things, Yang Qiu quickly issued a new instant task, using his reputation to drive this group of cheap labor to set off with the civilians, the captives, and the horses that the captives had ridden.
The carriages that the common people rode in were pulled by donkeys. The chassis of the carriages was too low to be harnessed to horses' backs. But it didn't matter anyway as the speed wouldn't be increased much with horses pulling the carriages.
Half an hour later, the large force entered the "desolate wasteland" named by Yang Qiu.
Seeing the mountains of supplies piled up in the plains, as well as dozens of randomly placed all-metal tricycles, the priests' jaws almost dropped to the ground...
The stronghold originally chosen as the designated battlefield was not used because Yang Qiu was stopped by the Crusader Cavalry in advance, but the stronghold still had to be built; Yang Qiu signaled the Crusader Cavalry to set up camp at a location of their own choice, and immediately went to the zombie general who was "holding the line" at the supply center.
On the surface, the leader of the players' race is still the NPC Zombie General, so Yang Qiu, the "Lord Yang NPC", cannot take care of all the tasks. Some of the tasks must be issued by the Zombie General...
The zombie general was controlled by the mind to talk to himself and act out a plot in front of the players. Then, the "racial leader" zombie general issued brick-moving... uh, construction tasks to the players. The first task required the players to build tents for civilian NPCs, and the second task required the players to build resurrection points by themselves.
The player who received the second task was extremely surprised: "Holy crap, can we build a resurrection point? In addition to logging in and out of the game, we can also teleport?!"
"Finally the teleportation function has been activated! The damn planner finally isn't so heartless as to let us walk back by ourselves!"
"Wait, this teleportation point can only be used by the undead. Do we still have to go there to send the civilian NPCs back to Exile Town?"
"What's wrong with that? Isn't it nice to kill monsters along the way?"
"Fuck, that's right! Smells good!"
The teleportation function aroused the enthusiasm of the players. No one was dissatisfied with the task of moving bricks, and they all started to work very actively...
Yang Qiu expressed great satisfaction with the players' enthusiasm.
The undead teleportation array, to put it simply, is a summoning array for summoned creatures. It follows the same principle as the mechanism that teleports players back to their resurrection point after death...so only players can use it, living people cannot.
Building this formation consumes a large amount of magic powder, and the magic powder that magic players have worked hard to gain reputation with comes in handy.
Yang Qiu did not intend to limit his development to the Exile Town alone. He wanted to establish a base closer to the Principality of Shiga in order to lay the foundation for the future development of Tarantan.
There are few players now, and not many civilians to be accepted. One main city, an exile town, and one satellite city, a desolate stronghold, are enough for the time being.
The black-robed inspector Lowell chose a place that was neither too far nor too close to the undead and ordered them to set up camp. After arranging his own men, he came over to the stronghold to check the situation.
Then he discovered... the undead were still busy and energetic. Some were setting up tents for the civilians, while others were digging holes with tools such as shovels and pickaxes.
Rowell: “…”
If these undead spirits had not shown their friendliness towards the living, he would have suspected that they wanted to bury the civilians ...
Of course, not all the undead were doing anything. Some of them did nothing but stood in the open space, making noises in an incomprehensible language, and then walked out in groups...
There are always mavericks in the player community. Even if the tasks issued by Zombie General give good reputation rewards, there are still some players who are unwilling to work hard and want to form a team to see if there are any monsters to kill around.
When the players who were preparing to "explore" the area around the base saw Rowell coming towards them, one of them immediately ran over and greeted him enthusiastically: "Hello, is there anything your undead friend can help you with?"
Rowell, who couldn't understand Chinese, said: "???"
"This NPC cannot be interacted with." The player said disappointedly after waiting for a while without any response.
"Don't bother. NPCs with missions will talk to people proactively, while those without missions will ignore us no matter how much you interact with them," said the teammate.
The player who approached her left in disappointment.
Rowell: “…”
The black-robed inspector entered the stronghold.
When the players who were setting up tents and digging holes to build resurrection points saw this high-level NPC who couldn't identify anything walking around alone, many of them immediately dropped what they were doing and ran over.
"Hello, do you need help from your undead friend?"
"Hello handsome, can I help you?"
Rowell: “???”
