Wetland Park. Beside the nameless river, surrounded by scorched earth and tree trunks.
The previous fire had been extinguished, and the torches formed a ring around the clearing, surrounding the twenty-nine dejected captives.
It is already midnight now, and it will be dawn in a few hours.
Walker, who was standing by, yawned and looked at Bunny.
"How long does it take for Manager to come back?"
"Have no idea."
"Where's Gale?"
Tomorrow pointed to the half-dug cave by the river with his chin.
"He still has class in the afternoon and fell asleep there."
This game is actually very convenient to go offline. Except for safely going offline at the resurrection point, you can disconnect in any scene as long as you lose consciousness.
Including but not limited to being knocked out, or falling asleep normally. It's just that this method can't save the progress of the gene sequence.
Hearing that Gale actually went to class, Walker asked suspiciously.
"Didn't he send PPT to assistant?"
"I don't know, maybe he can't let go of his students. Anyway, the regiment is over. I think he is out of his mind, so I might as well let him go offline first. When he wakes up, he will be in team."
As the earliest old man in the team, Bunny probably has the longest contact with Gale, and he is also the person in the team who knows him best.
"...Don't look at Gale bragging with you every day in the group. In reality, he is actually a very honest and dull person, a group of dedicated workers who have no other hobbies except gaming."
Walker snorted.
"To be honest, I didn't see it."
Bunny laughed.
"Haha, you can hurt him while he's not online!"
Walker: "By the way...the offline game characters don't respond no matter what you do, right?"
"Probably, so logging out of the non-safe area is actually quite dangerous, if no one is watching," Tomorrow glanced at Walker, "What do you want to do?"
Walker rolled his eyes.
"I didn't want to do anything, I was just thinking... If we are all offline, wouldn't NPCs be able to do whatever they want with us in the training cabin?"
Hearing this idea, both Bunny and Tomorrow choked on their saliva.
"Puff."
"Cough! Well, don't use your dirty thoughts to speculate on others. Besides, this kind of groundless speculation has no meaning at all. You have neither evidence to prove nor evidence to falsify. Similar questions include but are not limited to aliens. Is it always with us? Is our world really a game? Does the science we know still work outside our 'horizon'? Unlimited suspicion is just asking for trouble, unless you can find solid evidence." Tomorrow said.
"What's dirty! Can't you be curious? Or what do you do when you're on guard, in a daze? And why is your preaching tone more and more like Gale." Walker rolled his eyes speechlessly.
Tomorrow shrugged.
"No, it's just that people who think about this problem are very problematic."
Bunny nodded his head in deep agreement, and added a sentence.
"Yeah, and I don't think anyone can do what they want with your body."
Walker: "I said it's if! If! Hey, I really have no common language with you old people."
Tomorrow: "..."
Bunny: "..."
At this time, Scrambled Eggs and three other players came from a distance.
Seizing the opportunity, Walker immediately changed the subject.
"Yo, Brother Scrambled Eggs, why are you here?"
"I'm here to change shifts. Didn't Manager say that I'll be on duty after two o'clock?" Brother Scrambled Eggs looked at the missing person, so he asked curiously, "Where is Gale?"
"It's disconnected, something to do in reality, we'll carry it back for him in a while."
Scrambled Eggs nodded in understanding.
"Aww."
Now that someone is changing shifts, it's much more comfortable. I just went offline to have a meal, and then come back to play after a break.
Bunny carried Gale on his shoulders, then handed over the matter of guarding the prisoners to Brother Scrambled Eggs and the others, and then left with Walker and Tomorrow.
This time it was the turn of Scrambled Eggs and they were bored. The four little players stood guard with a serious face at first, but seeing that the captives were all asleep, they also stood and chatted together to pass the time.
"It's hasty. I knew that standing guard is so boring. I should go to the warehouse to buy some meat and charcoal to bring to roast."
"Yeah, speaking of Scrambled Eggs Brother, is rhinoceros meat delicious?"
"Where have I ever eaten that thing..."
"Aren't you a cook?"
"Which restaurant dares to do this???"
"I heard that rhinos belong to the Appendix I of the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Fauna and Flora. It seems to start in five years, and there is no cap. But there are probably no wild rhinos in US. You have to go to South Africa."
"... Cough, there should be no problem in the game, right?"
The players are chatting. At this moment, there was a rustling sound from the nearby woods.
A group of people immediately tensed up and held the guns in their hands, but soon they relaxed. The ones who came were our own people.
"How are the prisoners doing?"
"It's still here, my lord Manager."
"Very good."
Lucius nodded, looked at the players beside him and gave instructions.
"Bring these people on."
A player on duty said excitedly.
"Take it back and hang it?"
They do it all the time!
However, Manager seems to have a new idea this time.
"Take them to the abandoned tire factory four kilometers away, there is a dungeon they built themselves," Lucius glanced at the villains, and said lightly, "Death is too cheap for them, they will be in the mines in Demonia Town Live the rest of your life."
The mines in Demonia Town are not real mines, and most of them are the old sites of landfills. Only God knows what will be dug out of it, even if it is nuclear waste that has been illegally buried.
The slaves working there are consumables. Few of them can survive ten years, and even two or three years soon. But who cares? People die every day in the wasteland.
All the dozing captives were woken up, more than 20 people were strung together by a rope, and the team was drawn into a long line. There are a dozen or so players holding guns and pressing them down, and they are not afraid of these people running away.
Walked four kilometers along the elevated highway out of the city, turned into a street, and soon arrived at the abandoned tire factory. Seeing that there were already people standing on the wall of the old lair, the faces of these predators were ashen, and they all showed desperate expressions.
In the camp, the liberated captives stood blankly in the open space, looking at the returning predators, instinctively afraid to escape. However, when they saw the ropes tied to the predators and the soldiers pressing them down, these poor people fell silent again.
Even if they are not smart, they can see it. The owner has changed here.
Released the "Garrison mission" with high rewards, Lucius selected ten lucky players who raised their hands first to guard here, and then arranged for those players who raised their hands slowly to pack up the loot, and packed the loot carts and trolleys they brought from the base.
According to his "Contract" with Harvey, all the spoils belonged to him.
After making these arrangements, Lucius walked up to Harvey, looked at the businessman who had made great achievements and said.
"When are you going to leave?"
Harvey said respectfully.
"I've sent Nile back. He's moving very quickly. He should be able to come back with what you want within four days."
Lucius asked.
"He alone?"
"Of course, he is the fastest. He has my token on him, and it doesn't matter whether he is with me or not." The old and cunning businessman may have thought of something suddenly, and continued to add, "I know what you are worried about, please rest assured, I am willing to stay with you as a hostage. Even if you don't trust my character, you should believe that I will not make fun of my own life."
Lucius glanced at him with interest. It's okay to know what I'm worried about.
I don't know it myself.
"Whatever you want, I have neither believed in your character nor cared about your cleverness. I plan to go back to the outpost later. Do you plan to stay here? Or go back with me?"
He left ten players in the base to watch, in groups of five, divided into two shifts. Basically, two people stand in the dungeon, and three people stand on the wall and the door, which is more than enough to keep the prisoners.
These trophies cannot be moved in one trip, and they have to come several times during the day. All day tomorrow, the players are busy with things.
"I'll go back with you." It took only a second to make a judgment, and Harvey said immediately, "I don't want to stay here for a second."
Predators are usually not very hygienic, and there is a rotten stench in the stockade. Normal people can't stay here, only rats and cockroaches like it.
Lucius nodded, didn't say anything, and gestured to the players beside him who were pulling carts and carts were ready.
"Let's go."
"Bring our spoils."
"Go home!"
...
It was already four o'clock in the morning when we returned to the outpost. Looking through the gaps in the forest, you can already vaguely see a few touches of misty white.
Except for the guards standing guard on the fence, and a few professional players who are busy in the industrial area, there are basically not many people in the base. But wait a little longer, and there will be more people.
Lucius randomly found two empty rooms in the main building of the nursing home and lent them to Harvey and his female bodyguard.
Then Lucius asked Luka, who had just woken up, to stare at them a little bit, and then returned to the shelter with Popo in his arms.
Put Popo in the corner to charge, told it to wake Sumeria to work on time tomorrow, but don't let her disturb him, then turned and went back to his room.
The door closes. Lucius sat on the soft bed and took out a yellowed notebook from his pocket.
This is the collection he found in Bear's room. Because there was a bloody handprint printed on the cover of the notebook, Lucius thought it should be some kind of token of the Bloody Hand clan, so he stuffed it into his pocket curiously.
However, what Lucius didn't expect was that when he opened the title page of the notebook, he found that what was recorded in it was not the weird customs or traditions he imagined, but just a simple diary.
[ January 2, 2129 ]
"The war ended at the end of 2128, 2129... In other words, this diary was written in the first year of the Wasteland Era?"
Lucius is very sensitive to numbers, and he will never forget them after seeing them. Speaking of which, among all the information he has collected so far, there is no news about that war. Maybe this diary can bring me a little clue.
With a trace of curiosity to visit ancient sites, Lucius looked at the first line under the date label by the soft light in the room.
That is a very intriguing sentence.
[... That day, I survived. ]
Wetland Park. Beside the nameless river, surrounded by scorched earth and tree trunks.
The previous fire had been extinguished, and the torches formed a ring around the clearing, surrounding the twenty-nine dejected captives.
It is already midnight now, and it will be dawn in a few hours.
Walker, who was standing by, yawned and looked at Bunny.
"How long does it take for Manager to come back?"
"Have no idea."
"Where's Gale?"
Tomorrow pointed to the half-dug cave by the river with his chin.
"He still has class in the afternoon and fell asleep there."
This game is actually very convenient to go offline. Except for safely going offline at the resurrection point, you can disconnect in any scene as long as you lose consciousness.
Including but not limited to being knocked out, or falling asleep normally. It's just that this method can't save the progress of the gene sequence.
Hearing that Gale actually went to class, Walker asked suspiciously.
"Didn't he send PPT to assistant?"
"I don't know, maybe he can't let go of his students. Anyway, the regiment is over. I think he is out of his mind, so I might as well let him go offline first. When he wakes up, he will be in team."
As the earliest old man in the team, Bunny probably has the longest contact with Gale, and he is also the person in the team who knows him best.
"...Don't look at Gale bragging with you every day in the group. In reality, he is actually a very honest and dull person, a group of dedicated workers who have no other hobbies except gaming."
Walker snorted.
"To be honest, I didn't see it."
Bunny laughed.
"Haha, you can hurt him while he's not online!"
Walker: "By the way...the offline game characters don't respond no matter what you do, right?"
"Probably, so logging out of the non-safe area is actually quite dangerous, if no one is watching," Tomorrow glanced at Walker, "What do you want to do?"
Walker rolled his eyes.
"I didn't want to do anything, I was just thinking... If we are all offline, wouldn't NPCs be able to do whatever they want with us in the training cabin?"
Hearing this idea, both Bunny and Tomorrow choked on their saliva.
"Puff."
"Cough! Well, don't use your dirty thoughts to speculate on others. Besides, this kind of groundless speculation has no meaning at all. You have neither evidence to prove nor evidence to falsify. Similar questions include but are not limited to aliens. Is it always with us? Is our world really a game? Does the science we know still work outside our 'horizon'? Unlimited suspicion is just asking for trouble, unless you can find solid evidence." Tomorrow said.
"What's dirty! Can't you be curious? Or what do you do when you're on guard, in a daze? And why is your preaching tone more and more like Gale." Walker rolled his eyes speechlessly.
Tomorrow shrugged.
"No, it's just that people who think about this problem are very problematic."
Bunny nodded his head in deep agreement, and added a sentence.
"Yeah, and I don't think anyone can do what they want with your body."
Walker: "I said it's if! If! Hey, I really have no common language with you old people."
Tomorrow: "..."
Bunny: "..."
At this time, Scrambled Eggs and three other players came from a distance.
Seizing the opportunity, Walker immediately changed the subject.
"Yo, Brother Scrambled Eggs, why are you here?"
"I'm here to change shifts. Didn't Manager say that I'll be on duty after two o'clock?" Brother Scrambled Eggs looked at the missing person, so he asked curiously, "Where is Gale?"
"It's disconnected, something to do in reality, we'll carry it back for him in a while."
Scrambled Eggs nodded in understanding.
"Aww."
Now that someone is changing shifts, it's much more comfortable. I just went offline to have a meal, and then come back to play after a break.
Bunny carried Gale on his shoulders, then handed over the matter of guarding the prisoners to Brother Scrambled Eggs and the others, and then left with Walker and Tomorrow.
This time it was the turn of Scrambled Eggs and they were bored. The four little players stood guard with a serious face at first, but seeing that the captives were all asleep, they also stood and chatted together to pass the time.
"It's hasty. I knew that standing guard is so boring. I should go to the warehouse to buy some meat and charcoal to bring to roast."
"Yeah, speaking of Scrambled Eggs Brother, is rhinoceros meat delicious?"
"Where have I ever eaten that thing..."
"Aren't you a cook?"
"Which restaurant dares to do this???"
"I heard that rhinos belong to the Appendix I of the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Fauna and Flora. It seems to start in five years, and there is no cap. But there are probably no wild rhinos in US. You have to go to South Africa."
"... Cough, there should be no problem in the game, right?"
The players are chatting. At this moment, there was a rustling sound from the nearby woods.
A group of people immediately tensed up and held the guns in their hands, but soon they relaxed. The ones who came were our own people.
"How are the prisoners doing?"
"It's still here, my lord Manager."
"Very good."
Lucius nodded, looked at the players beside him and gave instructions.
"Bring these people on."
A player on duty said excitedly.
"Take it back and hang it?"
They do it all the time!
However, Manager seems to have a new idea this time.
"Take them to the abandoned tire factory four kilometers away, there is a dungeon they built themselves," Lucius glanced at the villains, and said lightly, "Death is too cheap for them, they will be in the mines in Demonia Town Live the rest of your life."
The mines in Demonia Town are not real mines, and most of them are the old sites of landfills. Only God knows what will be dug out of it, even if it is nuclear waste that has been illegally buried.
The slaves working there are consumables. Few of them can survive ten years, and even two or three years soon. But who cares? People die every day in the wasteland.
All the dozing captives were woken up, more than 20 people were strung together by a rope, and the team was drawn into a long line. There are a dozen or so players holding guns and pressing them down, and they are not afraid of these people running away.
Walked four kilometers along the elevated highway out of the city, turned into a street, and soon arrived at the abandoned tire factory. Seeing that there were already people standing on the wall of the old lair, the faces of these predators were ashen, and they all showed desperate expressions.
In the camp, the liberated captives stood blankly in the open space, looking at the returning predators, instinctively afraid to escape. However, when they saw the ropes tied to the predators and the soldiers pressing them down, these poor people fell silent again.
Even if they are not smart, they can see it. The owner has changed here.
Released the "Garrison mission" with high rewards, Lucius selected ten lucky players who raised their hands first to guard here, and then arranged for those players who raised their hands slowly to pack up the loot, and packed the loot carts and trolleys they brought from the base.
According to his "Contract" with Harvey, all the spoils belonged to him.
After making these arrangements, Lucius walked up to Harvey, looked at the businessman who had made great achievements and said.
"When are you going to leave?"
Harvey said respectfully.
"I've sent Nile back. He's moving very quickly. He should be able to come back with what you want within four days."
Lucius asked.
"He alone?"
"Of course, he is the fastest. He has my token on him, and it doesn't matter whether he is with me or not." The old and cunning businessman may have thought of something suddenly, and continued to add, "I know what you are worried about, please rest assured, I am willing to stay with you as a hostage. Even if you don't trust my character, you should believe that I will not make fun of my own life."
Lucius glanced at him with interest. It's okay to know what I'm worried about.
I don't know it myself.
"Whatever you want, I have neither believed in your character nor cared about your cleverness. I plan to go back to the outpost later. Do you plan to stay here? Or go back with me?"
He left ten players in the base to watch, in groups of five, divided into two shifts. Basically, two people stand in the dungeon, and three people stand on the wall and the door, which is more than enough to keep the prisoners.
These trophies cannot be moved in one trip, and they have to come several times during the day. All day tomorrow, the players are busy with things.
"I'll go back with you." It took only a second to make a judgment, and Harvey said immediately, "I don't want to stay here for a second."
Predators are usually not very hygienic, and there is a rotten stench in the stockade. Normal people can't stay here, only rats and cockroaches like it.
Lucius nodded, didn't say anything, and gestured to the players beside him who were pulling carts and carts were ready.
"Let's go."
"Bring our spoils."
"Go home!"
...
It was already four o'clock in the morning when we returned to the outpost. Looking through the gaps in the forest, you can already vaguely see a few touches of misty white.
Except for the guards standing guard on the fence, and a few professional players who are busy in the industrial area, there are basically not many people in the base. But wait a little longer, and there will be more people.
Lucius randomly found two empty rooms in the main building of the nursing home and lent them to Harvey and his female bodyguard.
Then Lucius asked Luka, who had just woken up, to stare at them a little bit, and then returned to the shelter with Popo in his arms.
Put Popo in the corner to charge, told it to wake Sumeria to work on time tomorrow, but don't let her disturb him, then turned and went back to his room.
The door closes. Lucius sat on the soft bed and took out a yellowed notebook from his pocket.
This is the collection he found in Bear's room. Because there was a bloody handprint printed on the cover of the notebook, Lucius thought it should be some kind of token of the Bloody Hand clan, so he stuffed it into his pocket curiously.
However, what Lucius didn't expect was that when he opened the title page of the notebook, he found that what was recorded in it was not the weird customs or traditions he imagined, but just a simple diary.
[ January 2, 2129 ]
"The war ended at the end of 2128, 2129... In other words, this diary was written in the first year of the Wasteland Era?"
Lucius is very sensitive to numbers, and he will never forget them after seeing them. Speaking of which, among all the information he has collected so far, there is no news about that war. Maybe this diary can bring me a little clue.
With a trace of curiosity to visit ancient sites, Lucius looked at the first line under the date label by the soft light in the room.
That is a very intriguing sentence.
[... That day, I survived. ]
