Year 2301 of the Gregorian calendar, the city of Nova.
A translucent light path traversed the sky above the entire magnificent city, and various aircraft shuttled rapidly across it, setting off bursts of brilliant sparks. People are passing by on the street, and the metal-colored precision buildings are shining in the sunlight. A huge three-dimensional bust stands at the top of the entire city center. No matter where you are, you can hear and see the image above very clearly. and the voice that came out—
— "City of Nova, where dreams and future are shaped by you."
It was the projection of a virtual woman. As early as half a month ago, the top of Nova City was the international superstar Ellen Nable. This super king who was handsome enough to make women and some men in the world scream seemed to be the same as in Nova City. After signing a long-term contract, he took dozens of different sets of images of this giant city, which flickered in the sky for half a year. But just a dozen days ago, he disappeared and was replaced by a nun. bust of.
She wore a snow-white Everlasting Veil, and covered her eyes and forehead with complicated white lace. Not even a shadow of her hairline could be seen. However, even if she only showed half of her face, her high nose bridge and rose Her rosy lips and fair skin are enough to show what kind of beauty she is.
The nun's slender hands were clasped in front of her chest, and the backs of her white hands were painted with complex lines of bright red like cinnabar. After billions of light spots gathered in the sky to form her face, she spoke with an ethereal and sacred voice: "Good day, my brothers and sisters, may the Father's kingdom come, may the Father's will be done on earth, In heaven. I am Saint Sister Theresa, your eternal guide and companion."
Then, it hangs to this day.
Wen Zheliu was standing at the street entrance diagonally below the nun statue, turning over an electronic nameplate with his slender fingertips.
He has been waiting here for so long that his lips are a little dry. He sighed, turned around, walked across the new and bright zebra crossing, walked around the busy street corner, and found a drink shop.
"A glass of lemonade, thank you."
"Six copper coins."
He counted out six copper coins. At this time, he noticed a man dressed in black sitting on the chair next to him, wearing a mask that covered half of his face. He was looking at the beverage shop, and his hands were involuntarily touching his waist. Touched.
Forgot your wallet? Wen Di thought, her eyes are so beautiful.
He thought for a while, counted out six more copper coins, and handed them to the shopkeeper.
"Please have another drink, thank you."
Suddenly there was a cold and wet touch on his shoulder. The man turned his head and saw Wen Zheliu smiling at him, holding a glass of watery, cool drink in his hand.
"Dude, you didn't bring your wallet?" He smiled heartily, "It's hot today, so the real-time temperature inside will be adjusted accordingly. Have something to drink, I'll treat you."
The man was stunned for a moment, then his pale peach blossom eyes were filled with smiles. He was not polite and simply took it and said: "Thank you."
Wen Zheliu waved to him and continued walking to the same place, drinking lemonade and waiting.
"Wen Di!" Suddenly there was a shouting voice behind him. Before he could turn around, someone grabbed his shoulders and pressed him into his arms for a good rub. "You guy, why are you standing here! "
Wen Zheliu didn't even have to turn his head, but just hit the visitor's chest with his elbow, making a dull metallic sound. He laughed and said, "Come on! I just can't think of where to go!"
The person holding his shoulders was a tall, old-looking robot. The steel chest was spray-painted with red and white paint patterns that were incomplete due to wear and tear. When he spoke, you could even see the gears coming out of the cheekbones. Wen Zheliu glanced at him as he creaked and twisted under bunches of rusty metal wires, and asked curiously: "What kind of skin are you painting? Why are each one weirder than the other?"
The robot raised a finger proudly, and the rust stains on the knuckles cracked open, "You don't understand this, this feeling is popular now, it is called nostalgic steampunk, and it is specially designed to authenticate the identity of the machine. Players are preparing to hire someone to design it! I waited for a month before I was placed in the queue. How is it? Is it a unique feeling?"
Wen Zheliu glanced at his friend with disgust and said, "Just don't be swept away as scrap by the cleaning robot."
"Fuck you!" White pretended to be angry and slapped him. While the two of them were talking, many pedestrians of different shapes had passed by, including a tall girl with a pair of golden eyes carrying a bow and quiver on her back; A bare-chested primitive warrior with strong muscles and a beast bone mace on his shoulder; a young man flying over the street on a jet skateboard; and a mechanical life that moves across the street at a constant speed with every step being exactly the same distance...
When a blue-skinned sea tribe member disappeared from their sight riding a heavy and gorgeous beast, the two of them let out a sigh of admiration.
"It's the Sea Clan dog tag, and it's Atlanta's remnant. It's a B-level ornamental mount priced at 888 gold coins in the mall." White shook his head slowly, "Man, it's really rich."
Wen Zheliu also shook his head: "The life of a rich man is so happy."
In the year 2301 of the Gregorian calendar, the city of new stars is a virtual paradise.
In the world hundreds of years later, science and technology are developing rapidly, and holographic devices have replaced electronic devices and become an indispensable part of people's lives. Relying on the research and development of holographic games, n-star has established a virtual network domain called Nova City on the optical network. This giant city known as "across time and space" has gone through a long period of development and changes, and now it has become a city that includes games, A universal network with dozens of main functions such as social networking and shopping. It uses precious metals gold and silver as its currency, and copper as the conversion point under gold and silver. Now, the currency of Nova City can be exchanged one-to-one with the currency of the real world, and hundreds of millions of professional players have responded to this. student, active in the City of Nova.
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People living in this era usually have three most important documents. One is an ID card, the other is a license to connect to the virtual network, and the last one is the electronic name tag of Nova City, which is called a dog tag by players to prove race and residence. certificate.
People who own properties in the sky in the real world can be certified as feather tribes and dragon tribes in the Nova City, people who own properties on the sea can be certified as sea tribes, and people who own properties on the mountains can be certified as elves and tree demons... People's residence The address determines what kind of fantasy ethnic group you can become in Nova City. Although most people still choose the more comfortable human race, or the more unrestrained aliens, goblins, orcs, etc., there are still rich people who can choose to symbolize A specific ethnic group with a certain identity, such as the Sea Clan they saw just now.
As for White, he is a mechanical race designed by n-star company specifically for patients who have undergone surgery and the disabled. He can change his appearance for free once a month. The skin he is changing now is currently very popular among the robot community. nostalgic style.
"Stop talking about this," White turned his head, "What are you waiting for here?"
Wen Zheliu chose the most common human appearance. Of course, given his family conditions, he could only choose this. Fortunately, he is tall and handsome, not to mention tall and straight, with fair and moist skin. When he smiles, he looks like a little sun, which makes people feel warm. If he chooses another race, his appearance advantage will not be shown. He sighed, looked at the majestic building not far away and complained: "Don't mention it, I got online early this morning. It was originally to earn some lunch money in the world, but when I came up, I saw that it was reserved for the team again. I have nothing to say. ”
The game he mentioned is a shooting escape game developed by n company half a year ago. Its full name is "World of Survival". Because of its exciting game mode and cutting-edge weapon and equipment design, it has been enthusiastically sought after once it was launched. , the popularity has not subsided even now. A large number of players shuttle back and forth in it every day, including teams created specifically for this.
Compared with single players, teams that have developed a tacit understanding and strategies in multiple games have a clear advantage. This creates a situation: whenever a game becomes popular, there are teams that take advantage of it and fish in troubled waters. The influx of people brings opportunities to bring in new people.
Most of the players who can form a team are old players with high levels, rich experience, and long game time. Novices are not qualified to go to places they can go. Therefore, when fresh blood is needed, there will be teams that are popular nowadays. In the game, the game is reserved, and a small account is opened to torture low-level players who are not familiar with the rules of the game, giving kills to new members and gaining experience.
In particular, the game mode of "World of Survival" is very special, which makes it easier for such behavior, and also makes idle players dare not speak out. Even if they are reported to the regional administrator, it is impossible to completely ban their account, and the punishment is even more painful - after all, the rules of Nova City are like this. Where there is no prohibition, there is freedom, which itself provides enough for players' disputes. Loose conditions.
"Just wait," White said disdainfully. "When the Uncanny Valley goes on sale, who will remember what Survival World is?"
Wen Zheliu raised his head and glanced at the nun statue in the sky. Various aircraft and mounts passed by her, and some of them deliberately passed through her eyes, mouth or chest.
"You mean that Holy Sister Ceresa?" Wen Zheliu said, "It is said that she is the mastermind of the Uncanny Valley. Is that true?"
"Eight | Nine is inseparable from ten," White said. "Think about it, this is a product that Nova Company plans to release at the centenary anniversary celebration. It will definitely support it with unprecedented resources. By then, all games will be on it There are all the second-rate men in front of me, so we all have to give in.”
"So, you've already started preparations?" Wen Zheliu teased him funny.
White patted his chest confidently, and with a "bang" sound, the iron rust rustled down, "Of course, since the press conference, I have been wandering around in the horror zone, and I have basically understood the existing game modes. It’s clear, when the Uncanny Valley server opens, I will definitely be in the top ten of the rankings!”
The ranking list he was talking about is a list that every major game will make statistical rankings for players' combat power and achievements. In addition to some expensive main game battlefields, unexpectedly popular games like "World of Survival" also A ranking list will be set up. Seeing his friend's fighting spirit, Wen Zheliu smiled and encouraged: "Then come on, I'm not sensitive to horror-themed games, so I won't fight for it."
While the two were talking, they heard bursts of noise coming from the portal hall in front of them. Wen Zheliu perked up and said, "Come out!"
"Do you have to wait for them to come out? Why don't you go to other halls?" White was puzzled. "There are not only 10,000 but also 8,000 portals in the survival world. Why are they fixed at this one?"
Wen Zheliu said helplessly: "Isn't it because I accepted a one-gold mission? As long as I kill 500 enemies in this room, I will get one gold coin in my account. It's hard to see such easy money these days!"
According to the exchange rate between virtual currency and the real world, Wen Zheliu's completion of this order is equivalent to an income of 10,000 yuan in the real world. It is indeed very rare when system tasks generally use silver coins and copper coins as rewards.
"Then I wish you good luck!" White waved to him, "After completing the task, we will meet at the revolving restaurant!"
Hearing that Zheliu didn't even look back, he raised his two fingers together in the air and walked into the hall with the flow of people.
White whistled: "Cool."
When he entered the hall, Wen Zheliu realized that the situation was not as easy as he thought.
A red-haired woman wearing military boots and a sleeveless camouflage uniform, with her hair styled to look like the latest mysterious girl on the mall, and another man with an orc-like appearance were blocked next to the portal, with a circle of angry players in front of them.
"I've made it very clear," the woman spread her hands helplessly, "it's just that the two of us have something to do, so we decided to quit automatically after one round. It doesn't mean that our team will also quit in the next round. You guys are blocking us. What's the use? Do you want to gather people in the Peace Zone to provoke a fight?"
"You are obviously cheating!" a player said angrily, "You said you were quitting and you wanted to quit, so everyone got in, but in the end only two of you left, and the rest were tricked into it by you! "
Wen Zheliu roughly understood what was going on. The woman smiled again, her charming eyebrows showing an arrogant spirit. The orc beside her moved his two protruding curved fangs and sprayed in his nose. He let out two bursts of hot air and said in a rough voice: "Whoever has any objections, please leave your StarNet ID and we'll see you at the slaughterhouse!"
The surrounding players suddenly became quiet.
The Slaughterhouse is different from the formal competition arena. It is a private fighting venue specially opened for players. Voluntarily stepping into the portal of the Slaughterhouse is equivalent to signing a life and death certificate. The gold coins and experience levels are in danger of being cleared. Except for regular It is a risky activity that few players who play the game are willing to enter.
The woman was a level 55 veteran player, and the orcs were only two levels lower than her. There are at least tens of thousands of game worlds of a certain size in Nova City. Naturally, we cannot use the conventional level system to calculate it. Remove the highest level worlds we have participated in, then remove the lowest level worlds we have participated in, and take the remaining average, which is The player's overall level. Whether level 50 is high or not, it is already a threshold that many people find difficult to cross.
"Team Lei Xiao, Wan Ting Feng, Kuang Dao Crossing the Street..." Wen Zheliu frowned, and a player next to him said, "Brother, do you know these two people?"
Wen Zheliu smiled and shook his head: "The team ranked 32nd in the survival world can be identified at a glance."
The player said sarcastically: "You're only ranked 32nd and you're still doing this... You can only bully the younger players, why don't you go challenge the team ahead of you?"
Wen Zheliu looked at the time displayed on the terminal and thought he couldn't care so much anymore. Before the game started, he squeezed through several players blocking him and said, "Give way, please give way." , while walking towards the direction of the portal.
"Alas, big brother!" The player behind him wanted to stop him, but Wen Zheliu ducked a few times, stepped in front of the door, took out a translucent and thin dog tag, and raised his hand to swipe it in the card slot on the side of the door. one time.
Wan Tingfeng was quite surprised, but when he saw that the player named Wen Di was only a pitiful level 15, he thought of him as a stupid young man with a strong head ahead of him, and couldn't help but sneered: "Weak chicken."
Wen Zheliu was not angry, but smiled good-naturedly at her. At this moment, a slender and powerful arm suddenly stretched out from the thorn, and Wen Zheliu's card slot swiped with a "ding" .
Wen Zheliu was stunned for a moment, then turned around and realized that at some point, a tall man had stood behind him. It was the player he had invited to drink lemonade earlier. He was originally nearly 1.8 meters tall, but now he only reaches the tip of the man's eyebrows. I don't know if it is a real figure or a fabrication.
"Is it you?" Wen Zheliu was surprised when the man put his arm around his shoulders in a familiar manner.
With a sizzle, the man's Starnet ID flashed in the air and slowly emerged from his sight.
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"Why, you look down on low-level players?" He said with a smile and a very magnetic voice, as if he was born with a frivolous air. "Let's go, I will help you finish this game."