Although it is a prison, to the Martians, it seems to be no different from the past. They still spend their days traveling long distances to receive food and dazing in their rooms.
Their life is essentially a pool of stagnant water with no hope for the future, so it doesn't matter who rules them. For them, there is not even much difference between life and death.
But all this is quietly changing after the arrival of the alien race.
In a narrow community square, a large group of people were having a heated discussion, leaning against a wall covered with graffiti.
"Hey, those weirdos said they would distribute virtual helmets to us?" a middle-aged aunt said.
"That's a must. Didn't you see that everyone in Area A has already received it? Tsk tsk, that thing is so fun. I heard that you can go to heaven through it, just like the earth!" The person who spoke was a young man.
"I don't know if that weirdo means what he says. He said everyone has it."
"You should be able to count, right? What can people like us do to deceive us?"
…
People were having a heated discussion until it was time for rest, and the smart police began to urge them, so they went back to their homes to sleep.
The same goes for one of the young men, who is nearly thirty years old. This man has a very ordinary appearance. When thrown into the crowd, his 'doppelgangers' are everywhere. He is wearing a torn T-shirt and slippers on his feet, walking lazily, 'kick-kick'
He walked stomping towards the square grid residence on the side.
After walking for a while, there were fewer and fewer fellow travelers around me, and finally there were only a few neighbors left.
"Lorentz, do you think this news is true?" asked a middle-aged man next door. He seemed to be convinced of the young man's opinion. As for Lorenz, it was the young man's name.
"Tom, it's true. I saw from the virtual network that nearly half of the people have got virtual helmets. They have all entered the virtual world. I heard that the scenery inside is beautiful, even more beautiful than the earth." Lorenz
said.
"Haha, you are the one who knows the most. Good luck," the middle-aged uncle said with a smile. This Lorenz himself has a virtual helmet. The origin of the helmet is very mysterious. Initially, it was given away by the Mars government during an event a year ago.
As a benefit, it is said that these helmets were given away for free by Luther Heavy Industries. On Mars, roughly one in fifty people will receive one. On Mars as a whole, there are more than 100 million virtual users.
But some time ago, the gods came, and all the guys who wore helmets and connected to the virtual network were finished. This Lorenz was lucky enough to get a 'legacy'.
From then on, this boy lived a happy life, making others envious of him.
"Haha. It used to be good luck, but now it's just so-so. Those weirdos are aliens. They have shut down the earth's network, so my helmet is of little use. Alas." Lorenz
He sighed, opened the door to his house, and waved to his neighbors: "Okay, everyone. See you tomorrow."
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door, and Uncle Tom next door shouted: "Lorenz, get up quickly, get up quickly, the aliens you mentioned are really wearing helmets!"
Not long after the voice fell, the door was opened, and the young man went out and said enthusiastically: "Let's go, let's go, let's get a new helmet. I have long been full of expectations for the virtual world."
Sure enough, the Gods kept their word, and all the people who went to receive the helmets did not run in vain. Soon, several people ran back happily holding a brand-new, technologically-rich virtual helmet.
"My life has not been in vain!" Old Tom gently patted the helmet in his arms, and then gently stroked it. His movements were as gentle as touching the skin of a lover.
Lorenz chuckled: "Uncle, take it easy and be careful with your body. When the time is up, quit and eat something at a time, move around, and activate your blood, otherwise your body will collapse."
"I know, I know. I know the doorway here, haha." Old Tom held the helmet and entered the door, then locked the door and immersed himself in the virtual world.
Lorenz smiled and entered his room. He put on his helmet skillfully. His eyes went dark, and then a vast starry sky appeared.
This is the universe seen by the Gods. It is much larger, clearer and more beautiful than the universe seen by the Earth Space Agency (CSA). In this starry sky, a login interface pops up.
Following the instructions of the Protoss, Lorenz entered his number on Mars. In an instant, the login interface changed and turned into a hazy light group. There was a faint figure in the light group, and a voice came out: "Martian
, Lorenz, No. 20098sa, male, 29 years old, started testing physical conditions..."
Then a light shrouded it.
Physical Strength:90.
Health level:98
Vision:1.8
Physical fitness: 135
……….
Rows of data flashed through his eyes like a flood, which made Lorenz feel a little dizzy. This situation lasted for more than three minutes, and then a conclusion appeared in front of his eyes.
"Lorenz, your body tends to be agile, your overall quality score is 92, excellent. You will be reborn as a powerful race in the Starry Sky Continent: Blitz Ghost."
As he came to the conclusion, Lorenz saw an extremely clear light and shadow emerging in the starry sky in front of him, which was the image of the so-called lightning ghost.
This image is 1.7 meters tall, human-shaped, with blue eyes flashing, hair like thorns, an exoskeleton on its face, and all joints on its body are also protected by exoskeletons. There is also a natural ring around the forearms.
The bone blade is shining with a cold light. The exposed muscles on its body are extremely strong, but not bloated and cumbersome. The skin is smooth and delicate, shining with a blue, metallic luster.
In short, just one look at it, and the intuitive feeling is that this is a cold, ruthless, and extremely terrifying night killer.
A voice came: "Blitz Ghost, the original race of Black Earth Orchid, known as the strongest assassin race on the gamma spiral arm. Lorenz, after entering the game world, your real memory will be blocked. Your mission
, is to survive, grow, and become stronger in the dangerous starry sky continent, and then do your best to hunt down the members of the Gods in it! This mission will be called your soul mark."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lorenz felt the light in front of his eyes flash suddenly, and then darken. When he opened his eyes again, he appeared in a lush world full of unknown plants. He lowered his head and looked again.
His body looks like the legendary Lightning Ghost.
A look of confusion flashed in Lorenz's eyes, and his mind went blank. He stood blankly, not knowing what to do. This lasted for more than a minute, and a belief suddenly popped into his mind: "Live on, become strong, and hunt."
Kill the gods!"
As soon as this idea came out, it was immediately rooted in his belief like a belief. He immediately lowered his body instinctively and hid in a bush similar to a banana tree.
….
On the Protoss flagship.
Number Three has been allocated half of the computing resources of the main control brain and is fully scanning the data of the virtual world "Under the Starry Sky".
So far, the specific conditions of the 100,000 protoss larvae have been scanned, and everything is normal. The billions of new earthlings who have entered the game have also been carefully scanned by him, and all abnormal conditions are also found.
The Earth infiltrators who broke in before seemed to have evaporated, and no traces could be found.
This confusing situation made No. 3 feel a little frustrated. He frowned and thought: "Where is this guy hiding? Is it an NPC in the virtual world?"
With this in mind, No. 3 slightly relaxed its monitoring of players and turned its computing resources to the tens of billions of non-intelligent NPCs in the game world.
"How's it going, No. 3, are there any results?" No. 1 came over and asked.
Number 3 shook his head: "I can now confirm that our God players and Earth players are normal, and the invaders have not blended in."
"Then that's enough. Since he likes to stay in the dark, let him stay. We will continue to do our business, and I'm sorry he won't dare to cause trouble." No. 1 said.
No. 3 nodded. Even so, he still felt faintly uneasy in his heart. There were situations beyond his control, and this feeling made him very uncomfortable.
He shook his head and began to concentrate on searching every NPC in the game world. He was very serious and careful, even big trees and other plant props.
All in all, this is a huge project that requires a lot of time, at least half a month. This is reflected in the virtual game that deliberately speeds up the flow of time, that is, one hundred years! (To be continued...)
