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Chapter 1821 Recovery

A more sadistic script will come soon.

On the Internet, mourners are everywhere.

"Sure enough, I know that there is no such thing as a pie in the sky. This is harder than the Earth Online!" said a netizen, "I have two big dicks."

"Yeah, I was still playing an urban drama, and I turned into a beggar, and was bitten by a dog and died of illness. How can I explain this?"

"Tell me about your experience."

"First I worked hard and made millions, and then suddenly a storm came. Not only did I lose money, but I also lost all the money I borrowed. My credit went bankrupt and my house was repossessed..."

"It's the same as the script I got. In the beginning, he was still an urban dragon king, but later he became an urban loach, and his wife and daughter ran away with him! Damn it, I don't want to play this script anymore!"

"The difficulty suddenly changed from an ordinary strategy-level game where you fight one round at a time, to a difficult real-time boss-fighting game that relies entirely on hand speed and skills."

"No more fun, no more fun! Let's protest together!"

"But where can I protest? This scenario game is jointly launched by the Alliance and the Horde. If you want to play it or not, they don't make any money from us."

"Let's play reality online. After all, reality is simple."

Everyone huddled together to keep warm and complained.

But soon there were discordant sounds.

"No way, no way, no one doesn't know how to break such a simple game, right? Urban Script just works hard and has to start a business. Some people say that the best way to destroy a rich second generation is to let him go

Start a business.”

"That's right. In the Xianxia script, you just have to be a supporting role. You still want to be the protagonist. How can you play an ordinary online game and make tens or even millions of dollars to make it into the top five and become a boss? Are you thinking about it?

Eat it!"

"That is, no one can charge money. The protagonist must have high IQ, high mobility, high emotional intelligence, and high luck. For example, in the Xianxia script, I can reach the Nascent Soul stage and be powerful."

"Fan Fan, haven't you ever become an immortal?"

The two parties quarreled and refused to give in to each other.

This kind of thing happens everywhere in cyberspace.

Many people choose to abandon the script and play.

However, they were too naive.

A few months later, the price of grain on the market gradually increased and the supply gradually decreased.

More and more people are unable to buy food. Fortunately, at this time, the Alliance and the Horde began to rely on the robot network to distribute the minimum calorie supply to each household every day.

However, the minimum daily calorie supply is only 1,800 calories, while adults require more than 2,500 calories.

Losing 700 calories is no joke.

Even if you have money, you can't buy food.

Some people try to farm their own land.

But only after going to the fields did I realize the pain of farming.

There are no chemical fertilizers, pesticides, or machinery... It relies solely on hard work. The summers are hot and the winters are cold, causing either heat stroke or frostbite.

Only by playing the script can you get the calorie subsidy.

This situation naturally attracted countless resistance.

Many people in the alliance took to the streets with kitchen knives and axes, while those in the tribe used long and short spears.

However, a robot looks at a person.

Without arms, how can flesh and blood compete with steel?

Many people did not expect that the end would come so quietly.

Just like boiling a frog in warm water, the frog can actually jump out of the hot water.

…………

A mental hospital.

In the courtyard, a group of people were fighting for food with the pet dogs fed in the courtyard.

Yes, pet dogs also have a daily supply of calories... and robots treat them equally.

Several big dogs and puppies were howling "wuwuwu", and the originally kind and lovely owners now became more ferocious than them.

Some people look at them like they look at meat and bones.

The director and Hua Gang were standing in front of the second-floor window, looking down at the employees competing with the dogs for food below.

"You see, I said, if you don't work hard, the end will come." The director shook his head.

"Humph, you deserve it. It would be better if you die early and escape life early, and everything is destroyed." Hua Gang said nonchalantly.

In just a few years, he went from having a mortgage loan to cheating on his life and becoming a delusional lunatic... His rich experience is truly unparalleled.

"Don't you think about your children and relatives?"

"I have no worries."

"Don't you care about your hometown, your classmates, or the land where you were born and raised?"

"Humph, it has nothing to do with me."

The director smiled and clapped his hands.

At this time, a fairy came from outside the door.

Hua Gang turned around and looked.

Although he wanted to refuse to look at it, the other person was too good-looking.

Although he had a large harem in several scripts and delusions, it was always different from reality.

That fairy had all the external qualities he wanted.

Only Cao Zijian's "Luo Shen Fu" can describe it one or two.

Cao Zijian could only make love to his sister-in-law sourly, but he knew that as long as he said so, the fairy would throw herself into her arms.

He closed his eyes.

But he couldn't block his nose and ears, couldn't block the sense of touch...

Fragrant, tender...

All the good things are in this moment.

The director laughed.

Sure enough.

Hua Gang doesn't have an iron will, so how could he resist?

Three nights passed.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Hua Gang said with energy all over his body.

The director smiled.

This is how easy it is for secular people to control and drive.

There is no way, there are too few people who can control desires like me.

"What do you want to do?" the director asked.

"I, I want the world to return to... no, I want the script to return to its previous state. I want to become an immortal and be happy all over the world." Hua Gang immediately changed his words mid-sentence.

"..." The director sighed, tmd, I also thought, "Be realistic. Do you really think the things in the script can come true?"

"Why can't it come true? A dream is a thousand-year script. I can live for 70 years, which is 70,000 years old. Isn't this an immortal?" Hua Gang asked.

"Those are all fake, they are all virtual scenes, and the perception is misplaced." The director said seriously, "Only reality, this land, this concrete, this air, this sun, this water, this flower, is real.

"

As he spoke, the director kicked the wall hard.

Hua Gang subconsciously kicked him, then held his toes and cried.

The director spread his hands and said, "It's real. It's just that I used the soles of my feet and the toes. This kind of pain is extremely real."

"Although what you said is correct, I still don't want the world to return to the cold state of the past. No matter how hard you continue to struggle, it will always be a mess." Hua Gang still shook his head.

"..." The director was silent for a while, and then nodded, "Okay, then we will restore the script first, but the editing rights of the script, do you know who is there?"

"You should know." Hua Gang was not ignorant. He knew that the management had betrayed humans to artificial intelligence.

"Yes, we know that it is a computer. But we are very surprised as to why it has the ability to edit various virtual scripts. That is obviously a unique ability, not artificial intelligence."

"Who knows, maybe there really is a god."

"God requires faith and a foundation, and you are one of this foundation." the director said.

"Am I so important?" Hua Gang smiled.

"You may be more important than anyone imagines."

"Then how are you going to use me?"

"this way……"


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