Koji Ikeda held the sushi made by Kyoko Fukada and ate it with gusto.
The rice balls are wrapped in seaweed and filled with fish fillets, diced ham, shiitake mushrooms and spicy cabbage. They are carefully made and the proportions of each part are just right. The texture and taste are far from what you can find in convenience stores.
There is a difference between using your heart and not paying attention to everything, and the same principle applies in Canaan.
"How does it taste?"
"Hmm, um, delicious!"
"Really? Thank you."
"Miss Kyoko's cooking skills are very good."
"I worked in a sushi restaurant and learned from a very good person."
"Uh-huh."
After finishing a piece of sushi, Ikeda took a sip of water and said, "This is much more delicious than the food in the game."
"Haha, you can't stand it anymore, right?"
"I can still bear it. I heard that it will be better in the future, and the recipes also have high-grade ones." Ikeda stuffed the last sushi into his mouth, "Someone sold green-grade food, but it was too expensive and I couldn't afford it."
Japan is already very hot in July. There is only a small skylight for ventilation in the narrow semi-basement. There is still a human-shaped sweat mark on the tatami, covered with messy quilts. A man and a woman are sitting in such a simple basement.
With the dim lights, there is indeed a different kind of warmth in the humble room.
"Are you full?"
"Hey, it's delicious."
"Then let's get started?"
Kyoko Fukada moved a low table, spread a map on it, picked up a pencil and drew on the map, marking the location of the two of them.
"Your mission is to find out the situation of this girls' high school as soon as possible."
"Bauhinia Girls' High School?"
"It's an aristocratic school. It should have comrades who have the same goals as us."
"Hi!"
"Be safe... By the way, how much gaming time do you have every day?"
Hearing this, Koji Ikeda rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, "Well... maybe..."
"Try to keep your gaming time within 8 hours a day. The organization says it's best for newcomers not to exceed this time, as it's not good for your health."
"I see."
"Have you felt any changes in your body recently?"
"I feel better and sleep better... Ah, also, my eyesight has improved a lot and my glasses need to be replaced."
"It's all thanks to Canaan, isn't it?"
"Long live Canaan!"
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"Let's take Bauhinia Girls' High School. You can find a way to sneak in and use the false identity I provided you last time." As she said that, Fukada Kyoko took out a stack of Japanese yen from her small bag. "This is your fund."
"No need, Miss Kyoko, I..."
"You deserve this. Have you forgotten the copper coins you handed over?"
"But……"
"No but, you have no way to cash out, the money is yours to begin with."
"...Okay, thank you, I understand."
"Be sure to keep your confidentiality confidential. Don't reveal your identity even in the game. Don't try to contact Japanese players. Be wary of fishing traps..."
Ikeda really wants to ask Kyoko if she is a player, what is the game ID in that novice village, is the organization behind it supported by China, and what is their purpose?
What is special about this Bauhinia Girls’ High School, why is it necessary to develop offline in this high school, will it provide gaming helmets to offline in the future, etc.
There were too many questions that I wanted to ask, and I was really afraid that the answers I would get would be unacceptable, so I didn't ask any questions until Kyoko left.
"...Private possession of Canaan helmets is tantamount to treason. The Metropolitan Police Department has cooperated with the Ministry of Security to increase the investigation of Kyoto, and has now completed the collection of related equipment."
On TV, a team of special police officers smashed open the security doors of each household and rushed in. A woman's scream, children's cries and scuffles were heard outside the shaking camera. After a while, a man was escorted out.
The SWAT officer in the back is holding a gaming helmet.
The screen jumps to a square, where hundreds of gaming helmets are stacked together. The police pour gasoline on them. Outside the blockade, the crowd holds various support banners and slogans and cheers.
Ikeda sighed and changed the channel.
"...The Security Council rejected the Canaan proposal, and the Japanese representative to the UN General Assembly deeply regretted this... He pointed out that the world is facing huge risks from 'unknown sources', and all human beings are being assimilated into consciousness and spiritually brainwashed. In view of Canaan
There is so much mystery behind the game that the international community has reason to worry and call for..."
"...The White House spokesperson said yesterday that the security situation in North America is not optimistic. So far, there are still a large number of dangerous equipment left outside, especially through the Internet. The paths for online pre-orders and lottery cannot be completely blocked, and international mail has become a means of transmission.
The main way... The sanctions against Canaan Company have not seen any effect so far. There are more than 100 countries and regions around the world that ignore the huge risks hidden behind the Canaan game and reach cooperation and cooperation intentions with Canaan Company...
"
Ikeda was upset, so he turned off the TV, put on a pair of slippers, and walked outside through the narrow stairs.
A very shabby hotel, with a 24-hour Internet cafe upstairs. Under the quiet street lights, a drunkard in a suit and leather shoes knocked on the rolling shutter door of a convenience store. Near the trash can, several wild cats were disturbed.
Hikari's cat eyes stared at the drunkard, and they meowed in unison, reminding Ikeda of the monsters in the game.
The footsteps of high-heeled shoes approached. Ikeda turned around and saw that it was a staggering urban beauty. She was also drunk. She was staggering into the hotel with a lady's bag in one hand and a convenience bag in the other.
I mumbled a few words to Obasan at the counter, took the key card and went upstairs.
"Hey kid, come here!"
The drunkard sat slumped at the rolling shutter door and waved to Ikeda.
"Come here and help!"
Ikeda suddenly felt that he was back in the game scene. The logo of LV3 appeared on the head of the drunkard, the wild cat LV1, and the stray dog LV2 suddenly appeared. The place where the street lights could not reach became dark, and the player interface appeared in the field of vision.
A swarm of mosquitoes flew in, buzzing, and the air fluctuations caused by the flapping of their wings were clearly visible.
He shook his head violently to dispel the strange feeling. After returning, he took out the game helmet, put it on the pillow with a complicated mood, and closed his eyes.
The next morning, he walked into the gate of Bauhinia Girls' High School with a job advertisement.
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Philip has many more neighbors.
When I woke up today, the cage opposite was occupied. A Caucasian woman in her twenties with a good figure was lying on the glass wall and yelling. A white coat came and a stun gun was used to make her calm down.
What a shame...
I remember that in the beginning, there were only a few residents in these cages, but now there are more. Although the sound insulation effect is good and you can hardly hear the sound outside the cage, there are always a few grumpy guys who let others watch the show for free, which can be regarded as a game.
A rare piece of entertainment.
Lying on the bed, Philip felt that his whole body was filled with abundant energy. The long hours of games and long hours of sleep made him feel like he had been reborn. He had endless strength and nowhere to vent his energy.
Ideas are far more active than ever, such as...
He covered himself with a quilt to block out the outside world, knelt down under the quilt in a praying posture, and muttered something.
Pray to death...
But still no response.
He was not discouraged, nor was he surprised. He seemed to have an intuition somewhere, and sooner or later, he would get a response, in reality.
There was even a progress bar in his heart. As he continued to pray, the progress bar had moved forward a lot. He believed that when the progress bar reached the end, it would be the day when he would be out of trouble.
Is this delusional?
Maybe!
It’s time for breakfast. The electronic clock on the glass wall shows that today is 6 am on July 6th. The last game time was 17:00 on July 4th to 23:00 on July 5th, which is 10 longer than the previous record.
About hours, the game time is almost a day.
Philip grinned, his smile was weird, and he looked a little nervous.
He was eating breakfast and allowed a group of white coat coats to come in and attach various sensors to him.
"No. 47's brain activity has exceeded the upper limit of the maximum observation data. His brain is in a state of continuous development. Intelligence tests, dynamic observation and memory are simply the difference between orangutans and humans. It cannot continue. It is recommended to limit his
Play time.”
"Where are the various data of the body?"
"It's unbelievable. This guy is as strong as a gorilla. His body fat percentage has dropped, and his motor reflexes are comparable to those of professional athletes. However, he has stopped 'strengthening' his brain."
"Um...what do you think will happen if this continues?"
"I don't know, damn, maybe God knows what's going on."
"Then continue to observe."
"I think one day his brain is going to explode, like, like..."
"I pray for that day. I want to see how far he can go and whether he will surprise us."
"Okay, anyway, there are more and more samples like this..."
Philip didn't know what his 'attending physician' was marveling at. He felt very good now. Sometimes he could even hear the sizzling sound of electric charges flowing in the sensors on his body, and he could smell the smell in the chemical protective suit.
The smell of sweat and the warm blood rushing through the blood vessels can be felt.
Can 'watch' oneself breathing with unusual calmness, evaluate the difference in time interval between two breaths, can 'control' the heartbeat, shrink pores, increase the expansion of the lungs, inhale more oxygen, and increase the size of a certain group of muscles.
The energy supply provides a powerful explosive power in an instant.
These feelings are specious, like hallucinations, or like some kind of wonderful thing happening.
The big metal ball outside the cage has been removed. Countless white coats and sophisticated robotic arms are installing a mysterious substrate in the rugby-like oval space. Strange lines are engraved on these substrates, and different lines are connected together.
Some are like the magic patterns on the cloaks of professional template NPCs.
Where the iron balls were removed, a very strange small building was erected. It has 7 floors. The people in white coats carefully stacked each brick without using any tools. There seems to be something special about these turning blocks, because each of them is
Taken out of the safe.
This project is proceeding very slowly.
After the examination was over, the white coats left, the cage was closed, Philip put on thin clothes, sat on the bed and yawned.
The time spent waiting for the game helmet to be delivered was boring, and he began to observe the woman who lived opposite.
It happened that the woman also looked this way.
Phillip grinned, "Hi!"
Miraculously, the other party seemed to hear it, and was greatly stimulated and started making noise again. People in white coats appeared, and the woman pointed here and yelled something.
The stun gun taught her how to behave.
"You can hear, you can hear right, answer me?"
Philip saw the woman slumped on the bed and gave a trembling middle finger.
He laughed, his whole body trembling with laughter, and he didn't make any sound as if he was insane.
"What's your name in the game, what level are you at, and are you in that novice village?"
"My name is Black Pharaoh. I won't tell you in Novice Village. I'll add you as a friend after level 5!"
The helmet was delivered and it was game time. Philip licked his lips and ended what seemed like talking to himself outside.
Oh yeah, game time!
In Canaan, the Black Pharaoh walked out of his spawn point, and a very powerful RAP gangster song automatically played in his mind. In the BGM that only belonged to him, he danced twitchingly and walked towards the crowded temple.
"...Black Pharaoh, your pious and great death has been seen. Don't be discouraged, kid. I can't wait to see you on the day of your baptism."
"Ding, the hiding conditions are met and the devout believer mission is triggered."
"Task description: After level 5, pass the test of the Death Priest and become a follower of Death."
"Task reward: exclusive skills for devout believers."
"All comes to death!
", the Black Pharaoh shouted enthusiastically.
He still donated all his money to the temple, leaving not a single copper penny on his body. He was the only player other than the NPC at the large altar of Nuo.
Kneeling in front of the statue and praying along with the priest's blessing, the teachings of the God of Death flowed into his heart and were engraved in his soul.
He believed, yes, what he heard was the truth. He could no longer distinguish the difference between games and reality, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the narrative of the Death Doctrine.
Target - Level 5!
He didn't have a single decent piece of equipment on him, and he was still wearing novice clothes without any attributes. Several of them were no longer durable and were in tatters, just like a beggar.
He went to the level 4 refresh area. No one helped him. Everyone laughed at him, but he didn't care. He smiled at everyone who laughed at him, but his hands were unambiguous. The level 5 demonized tree demon
You can't even touch the corners of his clothes.
His operation and consciousness are brilliant, and his skills are like his instinct. He himself doesn't know how to improve. He only knows how to improve, he only knows how to brush monsters, monsters, monsters, until he can no longer hold on, until he is forced to quit the game.
Over time, many people have come to know that there is such a number one person like him, with his special quirks, special dedication, and special "silliness".
Finally...Level 5!
Three days and three nights (game), he also fell into a coma the moment he upgraded and was forcibly kicked offline.
In reality, he was fast asleep, and his snoring seemed to penetrate through and resonate with something outside.
