Hyperreal board game

This is an unusual winter day in Changsheng City.

As the New Year approaches, many homemade or purchased air-dried chicken, duck, fish and rabbits, sausages like celebration ribbons and bacon like small chandeliers are drying on the balconies or windows of many houses.

A roar suddenly exploded from the upper floors of a certain residential building, and the angry old lady leaned slightly from the window sill of the third floor, and yelled at the maple tree standing outside the window.

A sturdy civet cat with smooth fur jumped from a branch to the ground, looked up majestically and calmly at the scolding old lady, and there was a smile like a king in the golden green eyes.

It still had a delicious-looking brown-red dried rabbit leg in its mouth, wagging its tail comfortably, then ran into the bushes and disappeared without a trace.

I don’t know who’s kitchen is wafting out the tempting aroma of chili oil, mixed with a variety of comprehensive spices, forming a warm, bright and complex aroma, which makes people want to move.

Zhang Donglai was cooking in the kitchen, the gas stove was turned on to the minimum fire, and the round-bellied purple pottery casserole was bubbling and bubbling cheerfully on the fire.What he cooks is stewed ham with golden hook winter melon. The clear soup is tumbling. The golden red shrimp, the brown and moist Xuanwei ham, and the pale jade-like winter melon float in the soup, exuding salty freshness. aroma.

He is a middle school math teacher, and he is on winter vacation now.The weather outside the window was sunny. Although it was deep winter, it was still as warm as early summer, which made people feel lazy.

What a great day to do nothing...

Just as the young teacher with no ambitions sighed, suddenly the ground trembled, and earth-shattering explosions sounded one after another.

The ground under Zhang Donglai's feet, which had been stable for decades, turned into a fragile pancake crust, which was still fried and crispy, and was pulled and squeezed by forces from all directions into crumbs.

The disaster came so quickly that there was no time to react. The neat and tall buildings seemed to be slapped by a giant's hand, breaking down, collapsing, and sinking.

Zhang Donglai's house was on the first floor. The house was torn in half from the middle. The gas pipe in the kitchen burst and burned violently.

He was lying among a pile of rubble, his head and face were covered with blood, and his vision was all sticky and scarlet.The place where the gas stove and casserole had been was empty, except for the cliff.There was a long, terrible fissure in the ground, which seemed to go straight to the center of the earth.

In his dying, blurred vision, a gigantic square-headed whale burst out from the base of a black, seemingly endless cliff.

The whale's skin was slimy and thick, only a circle smaller than the cracks in the ground. When it rushed out of the ground, tons and tons of soil, concrete fragments, and reinforced glass blocks fell from its head.

It swam in the air, swinging its huge tail that was as large as a ten-ton truck, and easily knocked down several remaining buildings.

Then the air rumbled and trembled like a whale uttering a long, silent cry before slamming into the ground.

The original residential buildings in this area disappeared completely, leaving only a bottomless pit.

Zhang Donglai bluntly turned his dying gaze to the sky.More giant creatures swam silently in the air, blocking the sunlight and destroying the earth, making people mistakenly think that they are at the bottom of the deep sea.It was obviously a terrible disaster, but the surroundings were exceptionally quiet, except for the sound of heavy concrete objects crashing to the ground when the building collapsed, and the sound of crackling and burning pipes on fire, there was no sound.

Not even a human cry.

The living and the dead are all insignificant under these huge and silent creatures, mixed in the soil, no different from a cement slab or a piece of gravel.

The top of Zhang Donglai's head became dark, and he blinked hard.His limbs were broken by cement boards long ago, and he was numb and unconscious due to the pain.This was probably the last time he blinked in his life, squeezed out the blood that had become thicker in his eyes, he finally saw clearly, there were a few entangled tentacles on top of his head, as huge as an office building, heading towards where he was. The position swooped in.

The next moment, the spoon in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound: "Ding!"

Zhang Donglai shuddered, and picked up the metal spoon as if recovering.The kitchen was the same as usual. He subconsciously looked out the window. The evergreen shrubs were lush, and the blue sky and green trees were particularly bright.

It happened to be meal time, and there was no one in the community, only a little brother in the yellow uniform of the X regiment on the takeaway website was diligently delivering food in the distance.

He turned off the fire, went to the sink to wash the spoon, and muttered in confusion, "Damn it..."

He was not the only one who saw a ghost, but tens of thousands of people.How to cover up and deal with the aftermath of this incident... that is a matter for the Special Committee.

To find out the truth of the incident, the time must be pulled back to two hours ago.

Two hours ago, the Special Opposition Committee and neutral player representatives had a short meeting, focusing on two things.

First, Zhang Hong handed over the full power of command to Cui Datong;

Second, the arrangement of all player actions should center on An Ge and Yue Zimo.

No one has any objection to the second point. After all, it is no longer a secret that An Ge holds the Three Sacred Books, and Yue Zimo's combat effectiveness is obvious to all. He is the absolute main force that surpasses experienced players.

But the first point has drawn opposition from many people, including Cui Datong himself.

But Zhang Hong convinced everyone with just one sentence: "I don't want to, but I have less than five or 10 minutes left before the next module starts."

Zhang Hong's No.20 two modules must be a long and extremely dangerous game, and the survival rate is not optimistic at all.Even if you are lucky enough to survive, and the mental state after exiting the module, it is impossible to switch back to the on-site command mode immediately, and it is really not suitable for continuing to command.

The participants expressed two different attitudes towards this.

The senior players didn't respond, either handing over the work or saying something like wishing you good luck.

For newcomers who have only experienced less than ten modules, they are inevitably worried, worried, and unacceptable.

Zhang Qian even rushed out of the office directly, Gao Liangjiu and another girl wanted to chase her, but Zhang Hong stopped him: "Let her cry for a while, alas, she is still too tender after all."

Zhang Hong lowered his eyelids, remained silent for a few seconds, and then resumed his original lazy demeanor, and dismissed the meeting with a smile.

Before going to handover with Cui Datong, Zhang Hong talked to An Ge and Yue Zimo for a while.

Remind them first that Gao Jun must have a back move, and they should not take it lightly.After that, I suddenly mentioned a module from a long time ago: "In the module where you first had a cup of wine, you met Xiaoqian, right?"

Hearing his mention, An Ge understood: "It's not a drink...it's your fault?"

At the same time, Yue Zimo: "That's right, let's exchange glasses of wine... Is it your fault?"

Zhang Hong laughed out loud at their tacit understanding, scratched his head and admitted: "Xiaoqian was next door at the time, and I tricked her into drinking as soon as you finished drinking. I feel that it would be safer to mix with you. Xiaoan, Xiaoyue, I might not be able to make it through this mod. In case I can’t come back, Xiaoqian... Please take care of me in the future. I don’t have any other requests, only this matter, please help. "

Yue Zimo: "You sound like Tuo Gu, uncle, you need to be more confident."

An Ge didn't complain, after all... No.20 is the second module.

So he nodded solemnly: "We are also destined, and we will definitely support each other in the future."

Yue Zimo didn't speak, but his expression was not very good-looking. An Ge guessed that he was not happy to hear himself say "destiny", so he held his hand calmly.

Then I saw the drooping little angel's ears prick up.

Zhang Hong shook hands with them and said: "Be careful of Gao Jun, that kid has several senior players around him, it's very difficult."

An Ge: "No matter how difficult it is, can it compare to Yizi?"

Zhang Hong laughed again.

When leaving the building, Yue Zimo was still confused: "Brother An, did you praise me just now? Was it a compliment?"

An Ge nodded again and again: "Of course it's a compliment, you are the strongest."

The boy showed a complacent look.

They received communication devices and some supplies—healing potions, mana recovery potions, a set of auxiliary potions to improve defense, speed and other attributes, and some attack and defense spells.

Then they dispersed and launched a counterattack against the club.

The originally stalemate battle situation, after the addition of new combat power, the victory began to tilt to the side of the Special Opportunity Committee bit by bit.

The ceremony in the community was basically destroyed. The thief in charge of the investigation found Gao Jun's trace and notified everyone.He was surrounded in the underground power supply room of the residential building marked 24.

It should be said that although Gao Jun went astray, he was quite attractive in himself. In order to cover his retreat, the club's players rushed up one after another to sacrifice, using the skills of killing each other.

Although the Special Opposition Committee does not recommend killing people in confrontation in principle, they are forced into the current situation, but there is no leeway to stick to the principle. An astonishing number of player corpses are piled up in the phase space around Building 24, and the smell of blood even disperses. To the three-dimensional reality.

However, the club's best formation mage was arrested when he destroyed the protective formation of the special committee headquarters, and now he was lying in the prison of the building half dead with charred flesh.

Under the command of Cui Datong, the special opponents quickly set up a "targeted rebellion" array within a few hundred meters around Gao Jun, making all rituals and spells related to displacement unable to take effect.

As a result, dozens of senior players of the club sacrificed in vain, while Gao Jun was still desperate, surrounded by players who rushed into the power supply room.

An Ge finally met this genius who had long admired his name, the propagator of a cult, and the fanatic follower of the Demon King.

Surprisingly, he didn't feel unwilling to fail miserably or desperately crazy. Instead, he just stood quietly in the open space in the middle of the power supply room, allowing himself to be surrounded by enemies.If it weren't for the scroll that can be used with one pinch in his hand, it would be like the casual expressions of the people passing by for a walk.

His companion, or subordinate, was lying at his feet, already lifeless, but he didn't even bother to look at him, and only set his scorching and focused eyes on Yue Zimo.

"Yue Zimo, you should have been with us," he said with a sigh, "everything I did was for you..."

Yue Zimo scratched his neck in trouble: "This uncle, there should be a limit to being passionate. I don't like you at all, so why don't you stop stalking me?"

Mina sighed, and the big brass-colored revolver in her hand pointed at Gao Jun exactly, and said, "Oh, I said Dr. Gao, why are you so determined to hang yourself on a tree? God is holding your new human theory to fool people everywhere, and all the good kids are scared away by you."

However, Gao Jun glanced at Mina and An Ge with a look of pity, and then glanced at the players who surrounded him one by one, raised the scroll in his hand slightly, and explained: "In my hand is a The twentieth-level magic scroll is a super-powerful offensive magic invented by a crazy mage by combining the spells of the stars, evocations, and elements. Because it is a trial version, it doesn't even have an official name. It is called Experiment Three. No, if the activation is successful, the power of the explosion...at least not less than the equivalent of the Tunguska explosion."

He said it lightly, but the players all looked down.

A mysterious explosion occurred in the Tunguska region of Russia in 1908. According to literature records, the equivalent of 2000 million tons of TNT, 2 million trees within 150 square kilometers were burned or broken due to the impact of the explosion.

However, the urban area of ​​Changsheng City is less than 300 square kilometers, which means that once the scroll is activated, not to mention the Fugui Villa District in Xicheng District, but the entire Changsheng City, and even some of its subordinate cities, counties, and towns, will be destroyed. To be devoured and incinerated by the fire of the explosion.

Even if the players present have all kinds of life-saving means, since displacement-related items cannot be used, no props with high defense power can withstand such an equivalent close-range explosion, so few can survive.

With the sympathy and patience that people with high IQs have for pathetic ordinary people, Gao Jun described the power of the scroll as clearly as possible.

Even the warrior with the lowest intelligence point has deeply understood how terrifying the power of this scroll is.

For a moment, the atmosphere froze as if it were still, and some players couldn't help turning their heads to look at An Ge, hoping that his Three Holy Books could do something.

After Gao Jun explained, he smiled slightly.

He was already good-looking, with handsome features and a tall figure. He wore a well-tailored gray trench coat. When he was not crazy, he had a refined and quiet temperament, which could confuse people. I'm just talking nonsense and deceiving people, such a scroll doesn't exist at all. I may just have an ordinary high-level spell in my hand, and although it will cause trouble, it won't cause too many casualties."

He asked softly and patiently: "How is it? Do you want to gamble?"