Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Zheng Qingyue didn't adulterate when she posted her essay on the player forum. She is indeed an ordinary top student from an ordinary college——a college located in the provincial capital of a poor province, although the ranking is low, at least it gathers all the students in the province. Not to mention the number of outstanding talents and top students, so Zheng Qingyue is not considered a famous figure in school.

But if you look at it in the group of 20-30 year olds across the country, then she must be regarded as a genius who is one in a million...

In short, Zheng Qingyue, who has no problems with IQ and mobility, led the four players to several basements, and successfully found the second quest item in the intact cellar of a wooden house: "Letter X1."

"Dear Anna:"

"In the 151 days since I came to Tarantan, Yarlin was successfully elected as the mayor of the town, and our best friend also gave me the opportunity to serve as the magistrate."

"I can't wait to share my joy, my love, with you. Unfortunately, the caravan only comes once a year. I look forward to the coming of winter every day. I can't wait to wear it out."

"We successfully reclaimed the wasteland in the south, planted wheat, potatoes and radishes, and the growth is very good."

"General Charlotte's long-mesh sheep ranch has also been built. If all goes well, our ranch can also be established in two to three years."

"The Goddess of Prosperity blesses us, and we firmly believe that the barren Tarantan will become a rich and treasured land that we can pass on to future generations. The climate here is pleasant, the rain is abundant, and the land is more fertile than we imagined."

"When you come here with our kids, you're going to love it here."

"Love you Maurice."

Entropy does not increase and circulates the parchment letter to her teammates, and she puts the letter away after everyone has read it.

After continuing to search for about half an hour, in a buried cellar, after digging out the gravel and sand filled in by the player with tools such as planks and sticks, everyone found that there was a hole about one meter deep. Under the mud and sand at the bottom of the cellar, there was actually a dusty wooden door!

"Found it!" Tang Jia was overjoyed, and groped with both hands on the wooden door covered with thick dust, and caught something like a door knob, and lifted it up vigorously.

Like Tang Jia, who took the initiative to clean up the landfill, he was addicted to study, and immediately let out a loud "fuck"...

I don’t know how many years the underground passage has been closed and has not been exposed to the wind. The smell is definitely not very good, but anyway, the players are all skeletons, only the sense of sight, hearing and touch are relatively normal, the sense of smell and taste are relatively poor, and the sense of pain is equal to none, so the problem is not actually a problem. big.

The reason why Shen Shen learned to scream... is that on the tunnel ladder extending downward, there is a broken skeleton with its head up and its feet down.

The skeleton has been completely ossified, but the clothes on the body are still in good condition. It looks like a brown shirt and black trousers. There is still a rotten sole left of the shoelace on the foot.

On the back of the clothes, there are still three very exaggerated cracks in the form of three claw marks that seem to have been scratched by a tiger.

Tang Jia lifted the wooden door and stood aside, glanced into the tunnel, and complained about being obsessed with studying: "What's your name? It scares me. It's fine if it's a serious corpse. Don't we see skeletons every day?"

Addicted to study: "..."

She didn't like Tang Jia's way of speaking, but she couldn't refute it for a while...

Not too many people could enter the storage cellar less than two square meters in size. Tang Jia and Shen Shenxue entered the tunnel one after the other, and Zheng Qingyue jumped down with Yang Ying and Brother Lahong.

Zheng Qingyue was not in a hurry to go deep into the tunnel, and after telling everyone to wait for her, she squatted down at the entrance of the slanted tunnel that was only about half a meter wide and could only allow one person to pass through, stretched out her bone claws, and looked at the tunnel lying on her back. mouth of this corpse.

"Do you doubt that this corpse is Morris?" Brother Lahong didn't rush down, squatting beside her and staring at her.

Zheng Qingyue shook her head: "No. This corpse should be a woman."

Brother La Hong: "??"

"The difference between female skulls and male skulls can still be seen. I first watched Vanilla's video and found that the player character modeling in this game was done independently. I read some forensic books." Zheng Qingyue held up the corpse Skull, pointing to the temple, "Look, this part is smoother than your skull, without obvious bulging curvature."

Brother Lahong: "..."

Zheng Qingyue put the skull back and groped in the pants pocket of the corpse, and she really found something...

"Golden ring?" Seeing what Zheng Qingyue took out, Brother La Hong also became a little interested.

"It's not gold, it's silver plated with gold, and the identification technique can show the item information. It's a wedding ring." Zheng Qingyue raised the ring and signaled Brother Lahong to use the identification technique.

Brother Lahong had to secretly rejoice that his potential value had also reached 41 points, and he could use the identification technique, otherwise he would lose face...

Under identification, the item information of this ring is displayed as:

"A silver and gilt wedding ring with the name 'Anna' engraved on the inside."

"Anna? Damn it!" Brother Lahong's face changed drastically, "Isn't it the wife of Morris who wrote the letter?!"

"It should be." Zheng Qingyue put the ring in her pocket, "We can't afford gold for wedding rings, so we can only use silver-plated gold, which shows that the owner of the ring is relatively poor financially, which is suitable for Morris, who is a husband, to leave his wife and children to follow. The pioneer team went to a different place to open up wasteland."

Don't look at Brother Lahong, he is quite emotional, and he can't be as calm as Zheng Qingyue, gasping for breath: "Wait a minute, this task should be healing, right? The wives all ran to the town of exile and died at the entrance of the tunnel... Doesn't that mean that Morris, who wrote the letter, has already died?!"

Zheng Qingyue made a gesture of waving her hand down, signaling the people in front to go down, and continued to speak to Brother Lahong in a rational and calm tone: "Think about it carefully, this town was chosen by the black magician Yang to be controlled by the players. The land of the resurrection of the undead race, we appear in the game in the form of emerging from the ground... Looking at the urine nature of this mission, it is obvious that the planning is implying us: none of the residents of the original exile town escaped , has long been destroyed."

Brother Lahong: "..."

On the other side, the Miaobi Shenghua team who also found a complete letter, after checking multiple cellars filled by players, also found a passage leading to the ground.

This passage was not discovered by the players who were not buried because of the good camouflage, but because of the collapse of the exit; it took a lot of time for everyone to clean up the stones and mud blocking the exit...

There were no corpses in the entrance of the slanting passageway, but a piece of crumpled parchment was thrown on the ladder in a ball.

Jiang Wei, who entered the passage first, picked up the ball of parchment and looked at it, then turned around and handed it to the wonderful brush behind.

This letter is also made of parchment paper. The content written on it is very chaotic, like scribbles, and the characters that the system does not even provide translation account for [-]%. The remaining characters that can be seen with a little shape have been translated by the system. Finally, several unconnected phrases are displayed, namely: "forgiveness, it, desire."

"The system shows that this is indeed one of the five letters that players are required to search." Miaobi Shenghua passed the parchment to his teammates, "If this letter is also a letter for the time being, it is also based on what we know The hand of the letter writer 'Morris', at least we can confirm that something happened to the 'Morris' who wrote the letter."

"Is the hand disabled, or is it crazy?" Qin Guan glanced at the large number of characters on the parchment that were worse than children's graffiti, shook his head, and passed it to the next person.

"It's more likely to be crazy, or the spirit is seriously stimulated." Miaobi Shenghua said here, rubbing his chin and looking at the end of the deep tunnel, "The letter paper that hinted that the person who wrote the letter fell into madness appeared at the entrance of the tunnel, It seems that the 'underground world' in this town is very important."

Jiang Wei and the two girls spent half the night gaining the lord's prestige together. Although they are not compatible with player No.1's Ou Hulu, they get along just fine with these two female players—whether it is a brilliant pen or a lack of entropy. It's not the kind of "I'm a woman, you have to ask me to help me" character. On the contrary, both of them seem to have the spirit of "If you are a woman, you have to prove the power of women". The type of person who feels comfortable.

After Miaobi Shenghua said this, Jiang Wei naturally answered: "I was thinking about it when I was doing the lord's prestige task. In general games, I really can't make a wonderful herbal medicine with a style of 'big leaf vine'. .If it’s not the bad taste planned by the dog, but ‘Dayevine’ is the normal style of painting that fits the background setting of this game, then maybe the background of this game is not the fantasy style we thought.”

"You want to say Cthulhu style?" Wonderful pen said.

"Yes." Jiang Wei nodded, "In terms of restraint, Dayeteng's wonderful painting style makes sense. And the high-level NPC in the game will mention a place called 'Kenya Empire' when chatting. The empire has many factories and big ships, it is very rich, and it is a country that high-level NPCs yearn for. There are factories and big ships, so it can't be the feudal and ignorant medieval age, and it also fits the setting of the restraint system."

"Ah!" Qin Guan, who was walking behind Miaobi Shenghua, said hastily, "Speaking of which, Charlie Rex, the strangest warrior mentor in the high-level NPC, often looks neurotic, especially like the half-crazy one in the game. investigator!"

In the town hall, Yang Qiu, who was monitoring the two groups of players at the same time, said in admiration: "It's possible, Earthlings, even if there are only three hundred players, there are quite a few awesome people."

The Cthulhu mythology created by earth novelist Howard Philip Lovecraft, from the objective standpoint of non-fanatics, actually has not surpassed the limit of imagination of "unknown fear" in the upper limit of human cognition: Howard, who was born at the end of the nineteenth century, had the most horrific imagination of ancient gods of restraints bound to the fear of the deep sea. He believed that the seabed was the limit full of unknown fears.

In the ancient god system of restraint system set by countless fans participating in the group, or in various secondary creation and secondary processing of game novels and comics running group scripts, these ancient gods often end in person; many of them are known as classics. In the games and movies of the Ke series, there are similar scenes of Ke Zong "showing his holiness in front of people" on the surface of the sea...

There is a relatively large gap between this dark magic plane and the "Ancient God's Resurrection" that makes countless powerful people standing at the top of intelligent creatures tremble... a gap in style.

The ancient gods are not in the sea.

In the material world where intelligent creatures live, it is impossible for ancient gods to exist, not even a part of the body—otherwise, this material plane would have fallen long ago, and it is impossible for living intelligent creatures to remain.

It is also impossible for the ancient gods to "show their holiness in front of others", or to deliberately plant the "seed" to a specific person. In terms of the ancient gods, tiny intelligent creatures are not as good as ants... Humans will occupy a certain ant nest , and choose one of the ants as their "spokesperson"?Surely no one would do such a stupid thing.

Of course, even if there is a huge gap in style, Yang Qiu must admit that the "resisting imagination" on the earth has fragments of the reflection of the ancient gods.

Yang Qiu's guess is that the restraint myths born on the earth are likely to be when the ancient gods influenced the material plane with spiritual projections, and a little bit of the ancient gods' will unintentionally passed through the cracks in time and space and entered the earth dimension; The will of the ancient gods in the Wumo universe could not survive, and quickly withered away, but before it died... this little bit of the will of the ancient gods resonated with the spirit of the writer who created the myth of restraint, and left a reflection on it... debris.

The old rulers who were isolated from the dimension, and the distorted will lost in the endless void, actually no longer have the will to consciously capture or occupy a certain material plane.

The spiritual influence they projected to the material plane is just the inertia they retained when they were gods... It's just the projection behavior that was once hailed as a miracle. Finally, it turned into a real natural disaster.

Human lunatics who lose their minds will bring huge disasters to all mankind, not to mention gods who lose their minds...

And the biggest reason why Yang Qiu is not worried about the earth being eroded by the genuine ancient gods is because on the earth, magic power will not recover naturally, let alone absorb... The dimensional rules of the earth's universe deny magic power.

"Rules" are very powerful.

Even the rules created by the people on earth, maintained and implemented by themselves are very difficult to be eliminated (both positive and negative, such as the anti-vaccine movement that has just been born for more than a decade, it was originally just an anti-intellectual activity by some Western populists, normal People look at these guys as if they are looking at idiots, but after becoming a certain kind of game rule, even the power of the country will find it difficult to suppress this anti-intellectual trend), let alone one dominated by the will of the universe in a certain dimension Dimensional rules.

Wrapping Yang Qiu's tentacles of the ancient god, he has to be dragged to this plane to make sauce...

"Although there is a world of difference in terms of force...but with the background of the 'restraint culture', it will be much easier for players on Earth to understand the background setting of this 'game world'."

Yang Qiu calmly continued to monitor the actions of the two groups of players.

He dared to let the players take care of herbal medicines such as big leaf vines, which are about to lose their SAN value when they see a cliff, because of his confidence in the acceptability of the earth people!Earthlings who can even become popular with tentacle-type cars are afraid that their balls will lose their SAN value!

The entropy-increasing group, who had been walking in the tunnel for about ten minutes, was suddenly attacked by a low-level spider-shaped thirteen-legged monster hanging from the top of the tunnel.

"Fuck!"

"Nimma ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Addicted to study, with no increase in entropy, Brother Lahong turned pale with fright and ran away screaming.

The tentacles with suction cups thrown out by the low-level monsters grabbed the addicted study, and threw up the skeleton, which weighed only 40% of a normal person...

"drink!"

"Ahhh-!"

Yang Ying picked up a wooden stick picked up in the tunnel, frightened the aggressive Tang Jia and waved a rotten shovel picked up in the tunnel, and the two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, trying to save the addict from taking medicine.

"Damn, don't hit me, I'm going to be smashed!" The addicted learner screamed after being hit several times in a row.

After running far, the entropy of recovering thinking ability does not increase and reminds loudly: "Don't hit the tentacles, hit the body!"

"It's out of reach!" Yang Ying shouted.

"You pick Tang Jia up!"

Yang Ying quickly threw away the wooden stick, and hugged Tang Jia's legs... Anyway, the player's skeleton characters are very light, and they can run with each other on their shoulders.

As expected, the spider monster with thirteen tentacles had not been beaten. After being hit by Tang Jia's shovel a few times, he dropped his obsession with studying and fled deep into the tunnel.

"This monster will run away when it has residual blood! Hurry up!"

Brother Lahong, who was scared to run away when he first encountered him, instantly returned to his true self as an old player, and quickly called everyone to catch up...

"Hmm... It's really much easier to understand the true face of this world from the perspective of a game."

Witnessing the heroic pursuit of these players, Yang Qiu felt relieved...