The huge wave sweeping the anime world

"The person who made this game is definitely a genius. He provided us with a paradise away from pressure and noise in the midst of the impetuous recharge games..."

“Although the background of this world in his promotion is the world of One Piece, all the activities feel so real.”

"NPCs are not wooden people who repeat the same few sentences monotonously. They get hungry and tired."

"If we hadn't all turned into baboons, I would have thought we had come to a real world of pirates."

"The authorities are also weird. The technology is so mature, why is it still in the closed beta stage? It would be much better to open it up on a large scale directly. My sons and I in the dormitory can queue up more..."

The third batch of newbies in the stove spoke in Chinese, holding up the carbonized wood and exclaiming.

"By the way, don't you think the content development of this world is a bit too monotonous? Since we came in, we have been chopping trees and carrying wood. Doesn't it really take a whole day?"

What champion are you? You came here to fight against the mutant test subjects as the old players in the forum said.

"Stop complaining. The forum update said that the task of building a house is to allow us to fix the resurrection recorder and to adapt to life in the other world through labor."

"Look, the old players have been doing hard labor with us this morning. In real life, if someone calls you at mealtime, you'd be considered a close friend. But now, the first and second batches of old players are happily chopping trees and building houses with us."

My combat power index is 53. As the third batch of players, I naturally did enough homework on this most mysterious game. I came up and exchanged contact information with old players as soon as the server was launched.

"It's a pity that some classic elements are missing. What about the upgrade system? I can't even see the data of the points I added before. Are we just crossing the river by feeling the stones?"

The third group of players are the most loyal fans of various games and have almost reached the highest level in these games.

Therefore, he has an extreme pursuit for data such as the experience bar, and he likes others to look at his level and rank with envy and jealousy.

But this game made him feel a little lost.

...

Kuduo carried the second-stage mutant test subject, and Shilian supported the limping Caoyuan back to the player camp.

"KK, these are the fruits we picked along the way and some food that looks edible. You can make do with them for the whole meal."

Shilian threw the backpack to a thin baboon. This was Miss Youyou from the second group of players, the only female player among the three groups of players.

During these days of exploration, they found that everything in this game must be aligned with reality, especially eating must not be skimped on.

Otherwise, you will become so hungry that you will lose your condition and won’t even be able to carry wood.

At first, they wanted to fix a bug in the game, so they went offline for a while, ate some food and watched some short videos in real life, and then went online again.

They thought that the character's fatigue value should decrease during this time, but there was no effect at all.

No matter how full they are in real life, their limbs will still feel weak once they enter the game, and the feeling of weakness and hunger will still surge into their hearts.

The first batch of players usually just picked some fruits to fill their stomachs. However, the annoying thing is that seven or eight out of ten fruits are poisonous. Not only will they not satisfy their hunger, but they will also cause vomiting and continuous weakness.

Caoyuan originally wanted to make use of his language and go to the nearby Shandia camp to get a few meals.

But Gala and Kulik told him reluctantly that the messenger of God, Dr. Heisenberg, had instructed them that they would not be provided with any assistance in terms of life and weapons until they completed their mission. After that, they took back the javelin and knife that they had provided them with the first time.

Just as they were secretly cursing Dr. Heisenberg for being a traitor and sending out warriors in slightly better condition to test the poison, KK, radiating the aura of a savior, stood up.

"I can't stand it anymore. The meals cooked by you newbies with no life experience are simply failures. My strengths are all in my physique and I have rich cooking experience in life. I will cook all the meals in the camp from now on."

Since then, KK has become the head chef and manager of daily supplies for the ten-person team.

KK took the backpack and walked towards the camp kitchen without looking back. Today, everyone except these three people helped the newbies build the house.

So she had been waiting for the three of them to return, otherwise it would be a waste of precious ingredients to cook a meal in two portions.

"Moshimoshi, what happened? What's that green-haired monster you're holding?"

Earthquake noticed the return of the scout trio and dropped his log, coming over to see what was going on.

"When we were checking the commercial street area of ​​Huanlar City, we found this different mutant test subject. We plan to bring this to Dr. Heisenberg to see if we can get some honor points."

Kuduo looked helpless. He was afraid that dragging the corpse on the ground would cause secondary damage to the already dead mutant test subjects, so he carried it all the way.

He was exhausted.

"What happened to your gun? It's broken."

Apart from saying two sentences in the initial self-introduction, Ma, who had always been silent and low-key, looked at the old gun hanging on Kuduo and asked.

"Almost. It was already on the verge of being scrapped when we captured it. I used up all the remaining bullets in the battle just now. It can be said that it is completely useless."

Kuduo is very sad that the hot weapons that were captured with great difficulty turned out to be so fragile. This is a bad review.

"You killed this monster with this gun? You practiced with it?"

The low-key Ma's eyes widened. The rifling of this old gun was almost worn out. There was no trace of daily gun maintenance on it, let alone adjusting the gun's sights.

Then there is only one possibility left, that Kuduo is definitely a good shooter, and is most likely an elite soldier in service or retired.

Otherwise, the incorrect posture of holding the gun will cause the gun mount to be unstable, and the shaking caused by breathing when shooting will affect the hit rate.

"I haven't practiced it, I just played it in the game. This gun has almost no hit rate at long distance. I was so angry that I rushed over and stuffed the gun into his mouth to blast him."

If he was the only one in this operation, he would definitely brag about his marksmanship.

But this time it was a three-person team operation, and the bullets he fired into the sky were seen clearly by the remaining two people.

This made him feel embarrassed to brag.

"This guy is ridiculously strong. If we hadn't brought the radar from the grassland, we would have been ambushed by him."

More and more players gathered to see the hunting trio's harvest.