"Uh, is something wrong?"
Belloc looked at the several police officers outside the door in confusion, his heart skipping a beat.
"Bellok? Citizen number ending in 7854?"
A somewhat squat, middle-aged man who looked quite amiable asked. As he said this, he opened the Internet and scanned Belloc's identity.
"Yes, yes." Belloc nodded nervously.
Although he had immigrated to Kerville for less than three months, he knew that Sheriff Kerville should never be underestimated.
Maybe they look like just ordinary people wearing a uniform, but once they disobey orders, they can summon terrifying and powerful support at any time.
From magic puppets that arrive quickly and directly within five minutes, to magic warriors equipped with the Hammer of Dawn, and even high-level magicians whose dragons are invisible... You can't imagine that there is no combat power that they cannot use.
Rumors triggered the highest level of alarm and even attracted the attention of gods.
In short, in one sentence, no matter who you are in Keville, you must abide by the rules.
If the police officer violates the law, don’t panic. The Internet provides you with multiple complaint channels and absolutely guarantees everyone’s legitimate rights and interests.
"Wow, are you the wretched hound Belloc, the first runner-up in the Zerg Contest?" the pudgy Sheriff confirmed with disbelief.
"Yes."
Belloc nodded with a stiff expression, a flash of pain in his eyes.
This achievement once brought him endless glory and wealth, but this glory and wealth also brought him endless disaster.
His sudden wealth caused him to quickly fall into a life of drunkenness and extravagance. When he suddenly came to his senses, his huge wealth had already been squandered.
If he hadn't remembered his runner-up status, he could have immigrated to Kerville through the special talent introduction program.
At this time, he may have become a homeless man on the street.
Even so, after immigrating, his life was not easy. After experiencing sudden wealth, it was difficult for him to return to work. He could only survive by doing live broadcasts and consuming the increasingly outdated runner-up title.
"Mr. Belloc, don't be nervous. You have not violated any laws in Kvir. We are here to seek cooperation."
A thin man walked past the pudgy Sheriff and said in a deep voice.
"Cooperation?" Belloc was stunned.
"Aren't you going to invite us in?" The thin man pointed at the low-rent house behind Belloc that looked like a doghouse.
"Okay, okay, please come in."
Belloc hurriedly got out of the way.
Ten minutes later, the emaciated man left surrounded by a group of police officers, leaving behind a confused Belloc and neighbors pointing in the corridor and looking wary.
Belloc didn't care about the eyes of his neighbors. He closed the door with a clang and couldn't help but rub his face. He felt dizzy for a while.
This group of people signed a very strict confidentiality contract with him.
The contract stipulates that five days later, Party B of the contract will forcefully summon his consciousness to participate in a large-scale game simulation. Regardless of the outcome, he will receive 2 million Internet coins.
If he can dominate the game and win, the bonus is doubled.
Although he once had a fortune of 24 million, that is in the past after all. Even because he once had wealth, this 2 million is even more attractive to him than the 24 million before.
After an unknown amount of time, Belloc slowly came back to his senses. He took a deep breath and suddenly clenched his fists.
He fought hard for a higher prize!
…
Five days later, Belloque, who had finished recuperating, checked the doors and windows, sat down in the recliner in advance at the appointed time, and closed his eyes.
At a certain moment, he felt as if his soul had been separated from his body. When he opened his eyes, the sight in front of him made his scalp numb.
He appeared in a void.
Underfoot is a piece of ice-like land, which extends into endless void and chaos.
Scenes of light and shadow appeared around him.
[Commander 563, you have ten hours to familiarize yourself with the command system. After ten hours, you will receive war instructions, please be prepared.]
The voice seemed to come from deep within, causing Belloc's whole body to tremble.
"Is it a brand new game? Or is it a rumored review?"
"No, no, aren't these Zerg troops? Also, aren't these maps too realistic?"
"Here, there are rumors on the Internet that the God of the Internet will confuse reality with reality and use the hands of players to direct real battles. Isn't that true?"
Belloc looked at the maps, units, and expressions that appeared around him.
But in the end, he gritted his teeth and explored the command system. At the same time, he became familiar with the units and the map, and simulated it in his mind.
He didn't know that there were many "commanders" in similar situations to him.
During the ten hours he had been familiar with the system, a large-scale virtual command center had become extremely noisy.
The atmosphere at the scene was so intense that those who didn't know it thought there was a war.
Of course, they were talking about war.
This is a virtual command center that is not in any real dimension. There are floating virtual screens everywhere in the room, and countless strategic goals in the multiverse are displayed on the screens.
Elite consciousness from the major mid-level and high-level members of the Internet God System gathered here to hold heated discussions and formulate strategic plans.
"My Lord has said that war is all about productivity. There is no point in seizing cities. They cannot provide us with soldiers, let alone productivity. Instead, they will share our defense forces. Therefore, our first strategic goal should be to destroy the other side. Factory, leaving them with no guns to use and no bullets to shoot with!”
"The gods are not fools. Most of their factories are protected by churches and magic towers. It is simply unrealistic to completely destroy them."
"Industrial production is a system. We don't need to destroy all their factories. We only need to destroy their core factories to paralyze their entire production chain."
"We can think of this, and the enemy must also be able to think of it. Quickly, comprehensively coordinate our production materials and carry out key protection."
“…”
In the command center, elites from all walks of life in the Internet God System were doing their own thing, racking their brains and participating fully.
The mysterious public opinion observation group frantically develops various information tactics;
Engineers from the industrial sector keep an eye on their own important factories while keeping an eye on rival factories;
The Zerg brainworms focused on the multiverse resource output map and discussed where to develop to make it easier to explode troops;
The high-level magicians were worried about their own defense. They fought and competed with each other for the actual abundant magic quota and the right to command the magic airship.
On the fourth day, the leaders of the major conferences of the Fourth Disaster, with bloodshot eyes, made various death squad plans and self-destruction plans.
Make the most of your own legion’s advantages!
For a moment, the command center looked like a mass of demons.
But if you observe carefully in practice, you will find that the scene is orderly and the internal competition process is actually the process of selecting the best individuals and plans.
Therefore, each combat plan quickly flowed out, waiting for the decision of the decision-maker.
Although the participants in the military test all know that this is virtual and fake.
But everyone is doing their best, because no one is sure whether this war game is preparing for war.
Most importantly, it was the closest they got to God.
The great God of the Internet is watching them. This is a God-given opportunity for them to leap over the dragon gate and skyrocket to 90,000 miles.
…
…
"What is the predicted winning rate now?"
In the interconnected high-rise conference room of the core building, Yu Sheng sat in the main seat and looked at Phoebus, the god of prophecy.
At this time, a bubble was floating above the conference table, and the virtual command center appeared inside the bubble.
"Fifty-five percent!"
Phoebus' face turned pale, as if he had been fatally struck.
It turns out that as various battle plans leaked out, the prophecy authority supplemented by information gave higher and higher winning rates.
This directly stimulated Phoebus.
He had always felt that the power of prophecy was very powerful, and that inaccurate prophecies were due to insufficient source material, but the facts impacted his three views.
"There is a saying in my hometown: A wise man will make a mistake after a thousand worries, and a fool will gain something after a thousand worries. Don't underestimate the wisdom of mortals. Let them command the war. They may do better than us."
Yu Shengan smiled and stared at the virtual command center with a wonderful expression.
Phoebus opened his mouth to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"The winning rate is over 50%. It seems there is still room for improvement. Your Highness, this unification battle seems to be a must-win?" Avnola asked in a very formal tone.
Her words made the Internet executives nervous.
"Don't rush to conclusions. The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly. Prophecies are prophecies. The final result will be determined after the battle is over." Yu Sheng'an said slowly.
…
Little did he know that at the moment when he was holding a battle, the gods of the multiverse were going crazy.