Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Domestic instant noodles that can stand the test of the discerning taste buds of hundreds of millions of Chinese people, if time and space merchants can resell them to the earth in the [-]th and [-]th centuries, they will definitely make a lot of money.

Don't look at the Chinese people in the 21st century who are picky about this and that, and they keep saying that they don't eat things that are not pure natural and original ecology, but the truth is... let alone push the timeline to the nineteenth century, just push it up 30 In [-], many people actually didn’t have the capital to be picky at all—absolutely not many people would care about whether the two cans of lard at home were genetically modified feed, and it was even more impossible for them to throw away the lard without the health of soybean oil .

Excess production capacity makes ordinary people have the capital to be picky, but in fact, it has only happened in the past 20 years.

Complaining that instant noodles are unhealthy, unnutritious, monotonous and easy to get greasy, and only those who can afford them are eligible... Chinese people put instant noodles in a box at home. They are likely to be put out of date, and they are replaced by India, Somalia or any poor African country. This issue.

In short... such things as crudely processing spices on an assembly line and sending them to thousands of households at extremely low prices have never happened in this foreign world; Spices such as salty condiments and spices are quite easy to conquer the taste buds of the indigenous people in this world.

Not to mention the big killer that poured a whole bottle of Laoganma into the instant noodle pot—whether it’s the commoners of Camor who have never eaten good food in their life or the apologists with better backgrounds, in the paper bowl after eating, even There was no soup left.

"Damn it, seeing how delicious these NPCs are, I want to have a bowl." The players muttered while cleaning up, "If the characters in our game are not skeletons but humans, I don't know if they can eat the food in this game? "

"Impossible, no matter how awesome this game is, it is impossible to simulate the sense of taste. At most, it will give an action picture of eating."

"Hey, isn't the holographic game in the online article so that you can have a sense of taste after eating, this game is not good!"

"Wake up! It's time to move the bricks!"

"Hahaha……"

The entropy did not increase and he left the team for a while, wandered around the pile of players doing tasks everywhere, and finally found a wonderful pen.

"Huahua, let me tell you something." Entropy didn't increase, far away beckoned to Miaobishenghua.

Miaobi Shenghua was discussing with his friends about the arrangements for going back to the city, when he heard the words, he agreed and left the team: "What's wrong, Qingyue?"

Everyone in the entropy does not increase team followed Tang Jia and called her Qingyue, and after a long time, Miaobi Shenghua also called her.

Without increasing entropy, he looked around, took the wonderful pen and walked to a less crowded place, and said in a low voice: "Huahua, have you noticed that these NPCs are strange?"

"Hmm... what aspect are you referring to?" Miao Bi Sheng Hua didn't understand.

It's quite embarrassing if the entropy doesn't increase. I don't know how to speak, so I hesitated before saying: "That's... I always feel that these NPCs are too intelligent, and the behavior logic is too real."

"Aren't the NPCs in this game always like this?" Miaobi Shenghua was at a loss, "Those high-level NPCs in Exile Town can understand players taunting them, sending players back to the resurrection point if they don't agree with each other. It's too much."

"Well... Although it's a bit strange to say it now, I still want to say that the NPCs in this game, especially the so many living NPCs we saw this time, are really unscientific." Painfully said, "How should I put it—the captives seemed to be calling for help from the high-level NPCs riding horses who were with Lord Yang, but those high-level NPCs ignored them. Also, the civilians we are going to pick up in our mission The NPCs really look like refugees, even more like the refugees pretending to be in the movie."

"I don't just refer to the image, I mean the behavioral logic and reaction patterns of these civilians... Anyway, they are all in line with the setting of 'refugees'. If this is also part of the 'realism and sense of substitution' pursued by the dog plan , the behavioral logic of these civilian NPCs are all programmed, so I can only say that any programmer from the game production team who comes out randomly must be a super master beyond the times."

Miaobi Shenghua was silent for a moment, then quietly said: "Qingyue, don't you want to say that these NPCs are all played by real people?"

Entropy does not increase: "Uh..."

Miaobi Shenghua raised his hand and patted Entropy's arm, and said earnestly: "Calm down, girl, if we want to forcibly log off, we can wake up in reality in a second. The only connection we have with this game world is ourselves." A helmet worn on top of the head."

"Actually, it's normal for you to have this kind of thinking. When I first entered this game, I also wondered if I encountered the plot in the novel. Putting on the helmet, I traveled to another world. So I specially asked my mother to cooperate. For me, when I logged into the game, my mother used her mobile phone to record me falling asleep wearing a helmet, and then asked my mother to take off my helmet forcibly..."

"The result is normal. As soon as I took off the helmet, I woke up on my own sofa. Not only me, but also many people were forced to take off the helmet by their parents, wives and husbands while playing games. The network cable is similar. If this can actually be time traversal, but our time traversal is too easy, it’s like a child’s play, those who have unlimited streams and fast traversal through books, at least there is a ‘system’ to assist in time traversal.”

"Of course, this game is definitely not VR. I have checked, and there is no VR game from any manufacturer that can be logged in with only one headset. There are too many devices to be used." Miaobishenghuazhanshou concluded, "But anyway, we are neither engaged in scientific research nor in competing games. We are just players. If there are games to play, just play. No matter what black technology principle it is, don't you think so?"

Entropy does not increase: "..."

She can also think of what Miaobi Shenghua said, and she has also done the experiment of having someone forcefully remove the helmet in private...

As a young man in Huaxia, it is impossible for him to be unfamiliar with the concept of "time travel". Even if he doesn't read web comics, there is always a chance to see movies and TV series with the theme of time travel; playing "Alien World" has such a strong sense of reality that it doesn't seem like it at all. It is a game that is a product of contemporary earth science and technology. No matter how heartless the players are, they will definitely doubt whether this game is a real game or whether it has been "traversed".

However, the reality is that players can enter this world by logging in with a helmet. Without a helmet, even if they stay offline for a whole day, they cannot "travel" in while sleeping.

In addition, there are mission systems, prestige systems, and occupation systems in the game "Outsider World" that players are quite familiar with, which are not much different from traditional end games...

"Well, maybe it's the first time I've seen so many human NPCs, it made me think too much." Entropy let out a long breath.

Miaobishenghua said with a smile: "Normal, let alone seeing so many human NPCs. When I only saw zombie NPCs at first, I wondered if we were playing a game. Actually, if you think about it carefully, if you really play a game You can travel to another world, so there is no reason for the country to ignore it at all, right?"

The entropy does not increase and he thinks about it and laughs: "That's right, if the dog plan can really allow many of us to travel to different worlds, then what is there to say? The space gate will start, and the conquest of other worlds will start. Our journey There are so many big trees in the sky and primitive jungles, you can get rich just by cutting down trees, let alone sending people over to look for minerals, dig for oil and so on."

"That's right, it's a pity that all the land in this place is abandoned. After cutting down the trees and clearing the land for farming, a large granary will come out in three to five years." Miaobi Shenghua said happily.

On the other side of the valley, Yang Qiu, who was chatting enthusiastically (testing each other) with the black-robed supervisor Rowell, suddenly paused.

"Huh?" Rowell thought that the black magician was going to make some high-level remarks, so he listened patiently.

"It's nothing." Yang Qiu settled down and turned to chatting about other things.

——Cut down trees to make a fortune, he really never thought of it!

The new task of moving bricks is scheduled.

After the players had almost packed their things, Yang Qiu quickly released a new instant task, using his prestige to drive this group of cheap labor to lead the civilians to lead the captives and drive the horses the captives rode on the road.

The carriages that the civilians ride in are pulled by donkeys, because the chassis of the carriage is too short to fit on the horses, but anyway, the speed of the horses will not increase much, so it doesn't matter.

Half an hour later, the large army entered the "Desolate Wasteland" named by Yang Qiu himself.

Seeing the mountains of materials piled up in this plain, and dozens of all-metal tricycles randomly placed, the jaws of the apologists almost fell to the ground...

The stronghold that was originally selected as the scheduled battlefield was not used because Yang Qiu was stopped by the holy cavalry in advance, but the stronghold still had to be built; Yang Qiu signaled the holy cavalry to camp at a place of their choice, and immediately went to the material center " "The Zombie General".

On the bright side, the race leader of the players has to be the NPC Zombie General, so Yang Qiu, the "Lord Yang NPC", can't arrange all the tasks, some of the tasks have to be sent by the Zombie General...

Fennian manipulated the zombie general to talk to himself and acted out a plot in front of the players. Next, the "race leader" zombie general announced to the player that he would move bricks... er, the construction task, the first The first task is to ask players to build tents for civilian NPCs, and the second task is to ask players to build resurrection points by themselves.

The player who received the second task was very pleasantly surprised: "Damn, can you build a resurrection point? In addition to offline and offline archives, can you also teleport?!"

"The teleportation function has been activated! Finally, the dog planner is not so heartless as to let us go back by ourselves!"

"Wait, this teleportation point can only be used by the undead. If you want to send the civilian NPC back to the town of exile, you still have to go?"

"What's wrong with that, isn't it good to brush monsters along the way?"

"That's right! Xiangxiangxiang!"

The function of being able to teleport has aroused the enthusiasm of the players. No one is dissatisfied with the task of moving bricks, and everyone is actively busy...

Yang Qiu expressed his satisfaction with the players' enthusiasm.

The teleportation array of the undead, to put it bluntly, is still a summoning array. It is the same principle as the mechanism for players to teleport back to the resurrection point after death... so only players can use it, and living people cannot use it.

Building this formation requires a lot of magic powder, and the magic powder planted by the magic players who worked so hard to earn his reputation just came in handy.

Yang Qiu didn't intend to limit his development to the town of exile. Establishing a stronghold in a place close to the principality of Shiga was to lay the foundation for the future development of Tarantan in advance.

Now there are few players, and there are not many civilians to accept. An exile town in the main city and a desolate stronghold in a satellite city are enough for the time being.

The black-robed inspector Rowell chose a place that was neither too far nor too close to the undead and ordered him to set up camp. After arranging his own manpower, he came over to the stronghold to see the situation.

Then he discovered...the undead are still busy with vigor, some are pitching tents for civilians, and some are digging pits with tools such as shovels and pickaxes.

Rowell: "..."

If it wasn't for the fact that these undead showed friendliness to the living, he wondered if these undead wanted to bury the civilians...

Of course, not all the undead are doing things, and some undead are not doing anything, standing in the open space and shouting in an unintelligible language, and then walking out in groups...

There will always be mavericks in the player group. Even if the prestige rewards given by the missions issued by the zombie general are good, some players are still unwilling to move bricks and want to form a team to see if there are any monsters to farm.

The group of players who were about to "open up wasteland" around the stronghold saw Rowell approaching, and a player immediately ran over enthusiastically to strike up a conversation: "Hi, is there anything you can do for your undead friend?"

Rowell, who can't understand Chinese: "??"

"This NPC can't interact." The player waited for a while and didn't get a response, disappointed.

"Don't worry about it, NPCs who have missions will take the initiative to talk to people, and those who don't have missions will ignore people when they interact with each other." Teammate said.

The player who struck up a conversation walked away resentfully.

Rowell: "..."

The black-robed monitor entered the stronghold.

Players who set up tents and dug pits to build resurrection points saw this high-level NPC who couldn't identify anything walking around alone, and many people immediately dropped what they were doing and ran over.

"Hi, do you need help from your undead friend?"

"Hello handsome, do you want to help?"

Rowell: "??"