Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Yang Qiu is really tired of unpacking by hand, when he reaches out to Lu Yiyun, who claims to be the director of the Brain Center, to ask for supplies, he specially marked in the list of supplies that all food must be "bulk" without commercial packaging, preferably with convenient fabrics The package should not be subcontracted by the assembly line...

What else can Lu Yiyun say?Even if all the supplies are given, do you still care about this idea?Satisfied, all satisfied!

Therefore, the instant noodles in this batch of materials are all "primitive" after the production line. plastic bag sealed...

As for whether the ingredients will be uneven if the ingredients are not packaged... This problem is not too big. At most, it should be salty and light, and it is not impossible to eat...

Not to mention how fast the fried noodles are cooked, not to mention how delicious the seasonings processed by the modern industrial assembly line are. Soon, a large pot of steaming instant noodles overflowing with pollution and smell is freshly baked.

The players took out the paper bowls in the supplies package (a paper lunch box that can hold 500ml of noodle soup for [-] cents each in the wholesale market), and distributed food to the civilian NPCs who will be "our own people" first according to the task priority .

On the other hand, the ordinary people from Orito at the lower level of Camor couldn't sit still when the aroma of instant noodles wafted out.

These agitated people looked left at the large group of terrifying skeletons responsible for cooking food, and looked right at the noble private soldiers who were bound and left beside them. They swallowed secretly, and after a little commotion, they quickly quieted down. down...

There is no such thing as compulsory education in this world. Not to mention receiving a decent education, few people at the bottom can spell their own names; let alone organization and discipline, the most basic ideological virtues are not necessarily available. .

To put it bluntly, they are uneducated, stupid and savage - if they are not in the depths of the Tarantan wasteland, and the killing noise outside the valley is loud, and there are indeed few strong and strong people in this group Seniors... Otherwise, these low-level people who were born in Kamal Zhihu would definitely be able to do things like sneaking away with supplies when no one was looking.

The players didn't notice the change of this group of "civilian NPCs". Together, they carried the cauldron (the straight stainless steel pot used in the cafeteria) to the civilians, and handed out paper bowls filled with instant noodles and disposable wooden bowls one by one. chopsticks……

Common people must not know how to use chopsticks.

But all the food is in front of us, there is no reason why we are willing to be hungry if we don’t know how to use the tableware. The civilians who have already salivated and green eyes don’t care whether the chopsticks are handy or not. They just use the small wooden sticks in their hands Crazy pulling... Then I couldn't help breathing.

"The NPC will still be hot?" The players were not to mention how surprised, one guy even leaned over to look closely at the face of a civilian whose tears were scalding.

The commoner, who was already scalded enough, was so frightened that he was numb.

"Okay, okay, don't scare people." The player's teammate smiled and scolded the little friend away, "This game's pursuit of realism is almost chasing crazy monsters. Common people know that they are afraid of heat and also know that they are afraid of us. How normal."

"Okay, it's realistic enough. If I'm not a skeleton, I would suspect that I'm not actually playing a game. I've really time-traveled." The player who scared others sighed.

Several groups of players distributed hair and food, and soon, about half of the civilians held up paper bowls, and the sound of sipping noodles and soup resounded like a symphony...

Players' reactions to these NPCs are quite rare: "Is it so fragrant? I don't think it smells like it."

"Isn't this nonsense, the sense of smell of the undead is not very good."

"Not to mention, seeing how delicious they are, I feel that our task is not in vain, and it is worth our hard work to travel so far."

"You can pull it down, you have driven for several hours, pure lying dead..."

The player returned to the temporary stove with the empty cauldron, poured water to scrub it, and re-boiled the water—there were only ten cauldrons, and there was no way to cook food for everyone at once.

While they were busy, there was a tragic cry from the civilians...

"What's the situation?" The players who were busy cooking turned their heads one after another.

But I saw... a few male civilians of a certain age were snatching other people's paper bowls, and many people were pushed to the ground, making a mess...

"Fuck?!" The players were all stunned.

Anyone who has been on the train knows that when you are half hungry and half full, it is hard not to move your index finger when you see others eating instant noodles at close range, especially if you can smell the smell.

The same situation is put in this world, and the consequences will be more serious...

However, players will not consider this layer.

"A mere NPC will grab food?!" This is what shocked the players.

"I rely on my sincerity to never guess how much free time the dog planner can make farts. The civilian NPCs are doing so many things!"

"It's not a mission, is it a dynamic mission?"

"There is no movement on the task panel, who has received the task?"

Ji Tang, the only one who knew the truth, couldn't laugh or cry: "Stop talking nonsense, stop them!"

The players quickly separated some of them to follow Ji Tang...

After someone took the lead in scrambling for the paper bowls, many people who didn't get the food in the first batch also started to move and stood up one by one. Seeing the undead rushing over, these people crouched back in fear.

No matter how many people grabbed the food, they poured noodle soup into their mouths regardless.

In the past three days, it's not that Yang Qiu didn't distribute food to them, feeding them twice a day.

But...the amount that Yang Qiu's interspatial ring can hold is limited, and Yang Qiu is really impatient to watch them eat in order, looting and snatching each other, these people do a lot...

There is a middle-aged man named Reed (he looks old on the outside) who is a recidivist of food snatching. Most people can only get half full. This guy has never been hungry. When the players rushed up to hold him down, This guy rushed to drink the last mouthful of soup.

"It's too arrogant!" Tang Jia, who held Reed down, couldn't help cursing.

"That's right, this guy's appearance really sucks." Girl Jia Luo said unhappily.

The blind woman who was robbed of food could not see that Reed, who had robbed her of instant noodles, had been pinned down and was still begging for food to be returned to her in a low voice; If you can't bear it, you will be even more displeased with those who disrupt order.

"This NPC still has a green name, what should I do?" Yang Ying said in a puzzled manner.

The entropy of the think tanks in their team did not increase and did not respond, and they were looking at this group of civilian NPCs who were too "intelligent" in every way.

"Tie it up and put it with the captives." Ji Tang thought for a while, and said, "After everyone has received the food, it will be distributed to these people and the captives at the end."

Entropy did not increase and silently watched the friends tie up people, and turned his head to look at the lord Yang not far away.

Lord Yang, the NPC, ignored their treatment of the civilian NPC, and the old god squatted on the ground next to the little white face in black robe.

"The degree of freedom... seems to be too high." Entropy Buchan muttered in a low voice.

When the big pot of instant noodles was cooked and distributed again, the entropy did not increase, so I intentionally observed the reactions of the civilian NPCs.

The NPC who receives the food will eat it eagerly, as if afraid of being robbed.

The NPCs that haven't been received yet, although they don't fight or snatch, and seem to be waiting peacefully, but... the eagerness and anticipation in their eyes, as well as the ruthless desire to push others away and lead them first, are really amazing. The "real" is too much - the most dedicated extras in the movie can't play the kind.

Entropy does not increase: "..."

This female top student with an IQ of 140 or above felt something was wrong...

Feeling even more wrong, there are more than 200 people.

On the other side of the valley, the apologists, including the black-robed supervisor Rowell, never closed their jaws.

Undead can cook delicious food... that's all!

The undead will also distribute food to the living!

The undead also know how to stop those who don't obey the law!

The way to stop them is not cursing, beating, or even killing as they imagined, but to tie them up and move them aside!

This kind of undead who is more benevolent than the (other world) army is called a ghost undead——No!

Rowell turned his head away stiffly, and raised his hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows.

...If it is not very clear that he is not dreaming, and Yang is indeed not an illusionist, Rowell would have to wonder if he has a mental flaw and fell into some kind of hallucination...

Rowell, who forced himself to divert his attention, found that the black magician who was facing him was holding a rectangular metal object slightly longer than his palm and thinner than his fingers. It looks like a circular device that looks like a camera lens.

"...Are you...?"

"It's nothing." With his back to the players, Yang Qiu calmly put away his phone.

Witnessing the shattering of the famous black-robed supervisor of the Goddess of Prosperity Church, as a qualified earthling, of course you have to take a photo as a souvenir...

Seeing Rowell's suspicious expression, Yang Qiu decisively changed the subject: "Rowell Supervision, if seeing is not believing, I don't think you would believe that there are such lawful undead in the world. It can be seen that people's definition of a certain thing There are always limitations, the same thing defined by different people will produce different impressions, but this definition cannot really reflect the essence of a certain thing.”

"...You are right." Rowell nodded reluctantly.

Yang Qiu smiled slightly: "I can also guess a thing or two about how the gentlemen who are prejudiced against me will arrange my purpose of taking away these people who are struggling to survive in Camor. I hope to take this opportunity to let you and your The priests understand that prejudiced and narrow-minded assumptions cannot be trusted."

Rowell: "..."

Andre, who was sitting silently by the side: "..."

How should I put it... Anyway, they both feel that the gentlemen's views on this product cannot be said to be all prejudice...

"Talantan is a piece of wasteland that has been abandoned for thousands of years. For thousands of years, people's impression of Tarantan is only barren and dangerous." Yang Qiu doesn't care if they believe it or not, he just needs to do his best, "Many years ago I When I traveled here, I was very impressed with this wild but vibrant land..."

Lowell & Andre: "..."

The wandering monsters, infected monsters and mutated monsters all over the place can also be regarded as Tarantan's "vitality"... well, as long as you are happy.

"...I believe that this land can glow with her brilliance, and I also believe that these unique undead can establish civilization and order in this deserted land." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "Accept Kamole The Forsaken People is the common will of me and the undead. As you can see, we will prove our friendship with actions."

When Rowell, who was full of rants, heard this, his face became serious.

Yang Qiu's remarks are equivalent to officially declaring that he will enclose Tarantan and proclaim himself the lord.

The wasteland next to the gate of his own country was occupied by a black magician and became king, this kind of thing... a day ago, Rowell would definitely take it as a joke.

The reason is simple. Not only does the wasteland of Tarantan have no aborigines, it is also not close to the sea.

Find a piece of unowned land to claim the land and call it king, but there are no aborigines who can cultivate it, let alone build a dock with the convenience of being close to the sea, and accept slaves... Then what can you do with this land?

It is a way to bring in a large number of immigrants from the outside, but...it requires money.

Even if the people are tricked by cheating, all the people must rely on the protection and support of the lord before the land reclamation is successful and the land is cultivated and produced.

In short, this is simply burning money for fun, or meaningless burning - with this capital, wouldn't it be good to buy a fleet of mercenaries and go to the outer continent to grab colonies?

The gentlemen of Camol would rather grab the land of the local farmers than bother to go out and take a look at Tarantan. It is impossible for these gentlemen to be out of their minds.

"...So that's how it is." In a flash of thought, Rowell decided on a way to deal with it, and nodded solemnly, "I respect your idea, black magician. But for the sake of our long-term friendship, we will accept Shiga Principality I hope this is the last time for the people to do something like this."

Yang Qiu made a haha, neither agreeing nor denying...

He still doesn't know the virtues of the rulers of this world. If he, the self-proclaimed lord of Tarantan, has trouble with the Principality of Shiga, the Principality of Shiga will definitely take the initiative to gather the poor households in our country to him Frontier, and then cheerfully waited for him to be overwhelmed by a large group of mouths...

The self-proclaimed civilized middle class of the earth arrogantly separates itself from the poor compatriots. If every poor place dies, the happiness of the people in the whole country will increase so much, and the cockroach population will always talk about it; the expectation is worse than the middle class on the earth. Gentlemen in the country treat their fellow countrymen as human beings, but the beatings they received were not enough. (Note)

While talking, the third batch of instant noodles cooked by the players came out of the oven, and a group of skeletons walked over carrying the cauldron and holding stacks of disposable paper bowls...

The ascetic monk in black robe who finally managed to divert his attention was shocked.

The Prosperity Priest cavalry supervisor turned her head stiffly and looked at her team members.

...Including Andre, everyone sat in the same place very quietly and with deep expressions.

No one made excuses to leave, and no one untied the leather bag from their waist.

Although everyone was very steady and did not behave rudely such as swallowing saliva or sniffing, their eyes all followed the cauldron carried by the undead...

Rowell: "..."

To make matters worse, the black-robed inspector has not yet been able to forcefully ask everyone to stick to their hearts, because as these cauldrons are brought in front of them, the tempting and exciting The irritating aroma that came out impacted their sense of smell even more intensely, and even Rowell's own saliva secretion became much stronger...