Someone has said it well, only sadistic stories are real, while cool stories are too fake.
Wen Rensheng also has a major purpose, which is to promote his own world and turn falsehood into truth.
Then the real value of the world is needed.
Where does this thing come from? It can only come from the real world.
Human beings in the real world have many advantages, but they are still in a state of ignorance.
Technology cannot even detect another planet, let alone other worlds.
Wen Rensheng thought for a while and decided to go to a few classic scripts to see how much real value the world had gained.
This variable was declared and defined by himself.
Whether it can be achieved depends on the practical results.
…………
This is a game script.
Hua Gang, Dr. Pan, and the director are teaming up with a big savage team to defeat the boss.
"Tanks hold back hatred, archers secure their positions, priests increase health, mages output..." the director is directing.
A boss as huge as a mountain is trampling everywhere.
A bunch of ants at its feet are concentrating firepower to attack it.
The damage figures floated on the mountain one by one.
"-2234!"
"-333!"
"-3444!"
"-8!"
"-71!"
"Whose damage is so low?" the director yelled, "Get out of here, you bastard!"
No one answered, everyone was working hard to shoot, gain health, and replenish buffs.
That's it for the Savages.
You never know how many gangsters will appear in a team.
What's more, hundreds of people are needed to push this boss.
It was difficult for the director to determine who it was at the moment, as the damage number would not be followed by the name or ID.
"Boom!"
The boss comes violently for the first time.
The tank crashed to the ground.
"Pull up the tank, everyone, be careful to avoid the boss's skills, don't all die!" The director had no time to control the gangster and continued to direct.
This fight lasted for more than forty minutes, and the boss was finally beaten to death.
Big bang!
There are two gold-level rings, and there are countless other pieces of equipment, almost hundreds of pieces.
Including the time investment, the price/performance ratio is very high.
Then everyone stopped listening to the command and started grabbing equipment.
The priority of picking up items is calculated based on the evaluation level.
Each team member is evaluated based on output, treatment, damage received, and comprehensive evaluation, ranging from 3s to 3c.
3s is the highest priority to pick up, and there is a better probability of picking up high-end equipment, but it is not inevitable, it is still picked up randomly, otherwise, good things will belong to one person every time, and the wildling team will not be able to form a team.
"Damn, I only picked up a piece of black iron. It really takes a bastard to pick up good things!" The main DPS was the first to strike, and in the end he got a piece of black iron.
Not one of the most valuable gold rings was found.
Perhaps because of his prophecy, the two rings were finally picked up by a bastard with the lowest rating of 3C.
When the monster killing is over, no one can be killed.
Everyone cursed for a while, and the team immediately dispersed.
Fortunately, PK is prohibited on this map, otherwise, it would be normal to fight directly.
Even so, it is still a fragrance.
"What the heck, this script is so deceptive! There's no reward for all the hard work, but you'll get everything you want in the end!"
"This is the reality. How many kind and hard-working people have been deceived to death, but how many bastards and deceivers have survived to old age!" Someone else cursed.
All the players yelled.
They didn't know that purple auras were floating out of them.
Wen Rensheng saw that this was exactly the reality of the world he dreamed of, and it was being absorbed by the mysterious seed.
But the level of mystery has not increased.
"Let's go, let's go." The director said, calling the other two people to leave.
No one knows that the single-digit number was typed by him...
Can't fight next time.
At the very beginning of this team, he set up an anonymous system for picking up equipment, and the evaluation was also anonymous.
He summed up the lesson. Fortunately, everyone usually didn't pay attention to the commander's output, and all focused on the output of the mages and archers.
Hua Gang and Doctor Pan shook their heads.
The director is a big loser, he is good at it and loves to play.
You still have to be a conductor, but fortunately the processes are fixed.
The script of this virtual game cannot be practiced or recharged, so how can the director have time to write it?
Naturally it will be useless.
The two of them fought a lot.
As they were walking, suddenly a group of people appeared and blocked the three of them.
Only then did they become alert and arrived at the PK map.
"Do you have the gold ring in your hands?" a player said directly, "I have two big rings."
"What did you say? I don't understand what you are saying." The director replied directly.
"As expected, it's in your hands. If it wasn't in your hands, a normal person would fight back directly instead of pretending to be stupid." "I have two big dicks," he said fiercely.
"Don't talk nonsense to them, blast them!" Others shouted.
"Hand it over obediently, otherwise, I will hunt you down until you die!"
"Oh, what evidence do you have?" The director found it quite interesting.
"You've even worn it! And you're asking me what evidence I have?" "I have two big ones," he yelled, pointing at his index finger.
The director looked down and realized that he had picked it up and put it on in a moment of excitement.
A hundred secrets and a sparseness will make a wise man lose his mind.
It doesn't matter.
These savages don't know their names anyway.
"Oh, it seems you have good observation skills. Come hang out with me from now on." He directly extended an invitation to "I have two big penises".
"Fuck you md!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an explosion sounded.
pk starts.
For a moment, everyone fighting the boss immediately switched from pve to pvp mode.
At this time, two NPCs were observing them in a nearby bush.
"It's so strange that these players were working hard together just now, and then they started killing each other in the blink of an eye. Are they fools?" NPC A asked in confusion.
"It should be related to their ability to be resurrected. If they only have one life, they would not dare to change their camps and positions so casually." NPC B hit the nail on the head.
While the two were talking, a voice rang in their ears: "You two fools, don't you know that your own world is actually just a place for each other to play?"
"Who are you?"
The two NPCs looked around, but didn't see anyone around them, only the players who were PKing in the distance.
"No need to look for it, I am the creator god of this world. These people come from another world and are playing our world as a game. They are destroying our world. You are my people and I will not allow them to do this.
Go down, you must obey my order and kill them all." The voice rose louder.
"Creation God? Then can you make me the city lord?" NPC A immediately thought of something else.
"I want to be the king." NPC B was unwilling to lag behind.
"..." The God of Creation was furious to death.
He was probably angry at his creation for this virtue.
Noble goals have no attraction to them at all, only immediate benefits can make them move.
"Okay, I'll satisfy you. You immediately organize manpower to launch an encirclement and suppression campaign against these players."
"Wait, you're not a liar, are you?" NPC A immediately thought of something else.
"Yes, could he be sent by our opponent to deliberately make us enemies of the players and have us killed so that they can occupy our territory?"
