The 1.3.1 version update is obviously due to the players’ situation.
I hope Wenwenqie will become the biggest profiteer from the update - if he is affected by the delirium between reality and fiction again, I am afraid he will suffer from mental illness.
And the player base for this update has received mixed reviews.
Although it is clear that the "Petra Law" prevents players from leaking privacy and causing mental illness, it has lost the "thriller flavor".
Just like the Heisei gangsters who prefer adult patches to games for all ages rather than adult games and think it's more erotic.
The praisers have nothing to do with it: the audience from the third-person perspective cannot see the delirium affecting the players. Usually, they can only see the players chattering in the air like a madman, or waving their hands and feet, or running away screaming.
.After this update, they found that the live broadcast page had an option to check "Enable Illusion".
After all, neither privacy leaks nor mental illness have anything to do with them - what is leaked is not their privacy, and what is affected is not their psychology.
0:01, hope to log in on time.
Also on time are the audience players, including imitators such as Qian Ye, Qianye 1, Ying Ye, Mu Susu, etc.
We will arrive after 3 pm in the evening, and Wang Wen Wen Qie still has less than four hours to complete the shelter.
The status bar returned to its true attributes, and the live broadcast page only contained boring, and hard-to-distinguish news about Mu Su—he was resurrected on a certain Wanghai Cliff and persecuted and plundered local players.
And about two players who colluded with him, acted as a savior, aided the tyrants, and were complicit in the evil, named Xu Xiaoning and Lord Grim.
…
"Do you want face?"
Sitting at home, Jun Mo Xiao, whose pot came from the sky, came to Mu Su.
"Hello? Are you the police? There is someone selling human organs here. He is the editor of EHMO and his name is Lord Grim. Yes... Okay, please hurry up -"
Lord Grim didn't take it seriously at first, until the shrill sirens and red and blue flashes lit up outside the window.
"You fucking...I'm fucking..."
Lord Grim has lost his language organization function.
Before hanging up the communication, Mu Su shouted.
"You must be honest and lenient——"
…
The maintenance time of only one minute did not cause any trouble to Qianye and others while sailing.
Except for the careless guy Tianmo who accidentally lost his balance, his head fell into the sea water and he choked several times.
Watching An Li being pulled up by his companion, Qianye turned his head and asked Mao Jiu: "How far have we sailed?"
"6 nautical miles or 7 nautical miles."
The visibility was slightly better at this moment, and they could barely see Thanksgiving Island, or First Thanksgiving Island—the two islands overlapped each other due to their distance, and only the broken mountains were prominently visible above the horizon.
As they approached the rocks, they could already hear the sound of waves crashing against the rocks. Looking to the north, they could see a distant black line faintly protruding from the sea.
Bang.
The raft suddenly trembled under my feet and hit the rocks.
The other two rafts arrived one after another, and Maojiu couldn't wait to land on the reef to observe the area.
It seems that describing it as just a reef is not accurate enough. This reef island is higher than the sea level and is vast enough. But every time there is a slightly higher wave, the entire island will be submerged...
The highest point is an oval reef about one meter high about 100 meters northeast.
Obviously, this is not the third island, nor is it suitable for staying and inhabiting.
"Forward or retreat."
The whisper of Yinghua beside him reminded Qianye of the main mission, and he looked into the distance and hesitated.
The next island is expected to be 10 nautical miles away or even further. There are less than four hours until evening. Even if the wind direction is favorable, it will not be possible for them to land on the new island and build a shelter in four hours.
Qianye thinks quietly.
Rather than thinking about solutions to difficulties, she prefers to think about the mechanism itself.
The main line means guidance. It will not drop you somewhere for no reason and ask you to complete tasks for no reason - usually it will drop you by the woods and guide you to build a bonfire; or throw you next to the island.
, signaling you to seek survival.
So when the main mission progresses to [Continue Exploration], will they be given an island that is difficult to reach in a short time?
Although it is possible for them to build ships, the Death Tournament cannot last for weeks.
Compared to this, Qianye prefers other ways to get closer to distant islands, or where the islands are safe enough, like Thanksgiving Island.
"I'll explore!"
Yinghua stood up from the rocking raft at this moment: "First Officer Yinghua is ready to follow her Captain Musu!"
"Is there any need to explore here?" Tianmo looked blankly.
"Stay safe, stay connected, and remember to go live."
Qianye agreed to Yinghua's offer, stepped onto the rocks and vacated the raft to Yinghua.
The others knew that Yinghua would set sail alone, and watched Yinghua gradually go away.
"It's time to go back, we're not going smoothly."
Qianye didn't want to see Yinghua successfully reach the other side, but the outrageous situation of them disappearing into the long night happened.
There were still dozens of minutes before evening, Qianye and others returned to Thanksgiving Island safely and received good news and bad news.
"The bad news is that Yinghua has lost contact. The good news is that she responded that she is fine. The bad news is that she refuses to live broadcast."
"……thank you for telling me."
Qianye is neither happy nor sad, and regards Yinghua as the second Musu - no news is okay, but news is an unexpected joy.
As night approaches, the abominable silhouette of the strange fog emerges from the deep sea, encroaching on the sea and Thanksgiving Island, until the player retreats into a bright and warm stone house.
The atmosphere is distinct - the players who choose to stay on Thanksgiving Island for construction are lively and lively, exchanging newly acquired or upgraded skills with each other; the atmosphere of the exploration team that returns without success is dull.
"Wangwen asked how is Che?"
They mentioned that they were far away on an isolated island.
"Not dead yet."
After Tianmo finished speaking, he found that the stone house suddenly became quiet, and his companions looked at him.
"I'm just imitating Mu Su's tone."
"Don't imitate this kind of thing."
"So Wang Wen asked, how is the current situation?" He asked with elasticity in his sticky tendons after staying at Wanghai Cliff all day long.
He is not so diligent and fulfilled even when working for a capitalist.
…
Wang Wenwenqe lay on his back in the underground hut he had built for himself.
Due to time constraints, he could only excavate on this scale, and then rush to make a door panel to cover himself before the fog arrived.
A windproof oil lamp protected him from being swallowed up by the darkness.
The sanity value is 87, and the recovery is not much, but it is barely enough. After the first few hours of torture, I barely got used to the frequent auditory hallucinations.
Squeak, squeak, squeak—
Wangwenwennche saw that the door panel was shaking, and the strong wind was roaring, and it might blow off the door panel at any time, exposing him.
His response was to do nothing, because no one knew whether the outstretched hand would be distorted by the illusion into him actively pushing the door panel——
As long as you do nothing, nothing will go wrong.
Wangwenwenqie even went offline after confirming that the oil lamp was enough to last until dawn. According to Mu Su, if a person dies and a bird turns to the sky, a dead ball will die!
But nothing happened, even Mu Su, who was reincarnated in Wanghai Cliff, received no further news.
