If there is a halo of protagonists, Philip believes that he is one of them.
Online and offline upgrades simultaneously. Who has such a 'treatment'? It's just that offline upgrades seem to be of no use. The data brought back from online, supernatural abilities sometimes work but not working, as if they are under a signal.
On a bad network, sometimes I can connect and sometimes I can't.
Philip also feels that there is a 'net' in reality. It is not the Internet, but an extension of the online network offline. It is said, just said, that the place with the strongest signal of this 'net' is in China, which can be accessed from
I have never heard of such news in China.
Even if there is news about that country, it cannot be revealed. Sometimes Philip really wants to visit China and go to the place where miracles happened... It should be a kind of pilgrimage.
When I woke up in reality, I sensed the existence of the network as usual. Fortunately, the signal had "two bars".
One of his supernatural abilities is his ability to sense the 'network', which is always in the upper right corner of the camera's view, whether it is 'disconnected' or 'connected'. It is like the small indicator on the battery display. Only he can do it.
See.
Others do not have such abilities, including the inmates who ran away from that base together.
Nowadays, the old players of Bei Mi have been transformed from prisons to become guests of major consortiums, research institutions, intelligence departments and even famous think tanks, enjoying super high treatment. Even after the 6th beta, the number of Bei Mi players has already
Expanded to millions, it is still the same.
Philip was "employed" by a scientific research institution engaged in human life engineering. The funders behind this institution all had great backgrounds, including a permanent liaison team whose leader Robert was also black.
This guy is very talkative and familiar. It is said that he has a doctorate in psychology. Such a highly educated black man should not have much in common with a black man from a lower class like him, but this guy is very familiar with the street scene.
He knew a lot about the gangs active on the streets of Chicago, and it didn't take much effort for him to become very familiar with Philip.
So familiar that you can break into his room without his permission.
"Hey, hey, what did I see? White light. Did the Virgin and the Child come? On a black man?"
Phillip sighed and sat up happily that the network signal was not interrupted.
"OH~~, you look like someone who has just slept for a thousand years, as if Mu Nayin has returned..."
"What do you want, Doctor?"
"Don't call me doctor. This will widen the distance between us. We are friends and compatriots. Come on, let's touch!"
Robert, who is 1.85 meters tall and has a doctorate in psychology, wanted to have a fancy black street fist bump with Philip. Philip rolled his eyes and ignored him, and got up to wash up.
"I said, how have you been today? The battle of the Chinese national server. This one is very popular right now..."
After Phillip washed up, he was ready to pray, but this annoying guy followed him all the way to the bathroom. His mouth was like a machine gun, and he kept talking, and he didn't care whether others paid attention to him or not.
Phillip really wanted to raise his hand to seal his mouth, but he endured it again and again, but pushed him away and walked to the small prayer room in the back.
The one-to-one reproduction of Kelanwo's altar, statues, room style and furnishings are all exactly the same as the prayer room dedicated to him online. When he got here, Robert didn't dare to be presumptuous. He just shut up and waited.
Outside the door.
Philip put on a black burqa, knelt in front of the statue of Kelanwo and prayed devoutly. The two signals were not enough to make contact, and he could only feel it vaguely, as if he could sense the surge outside through a huge thick wall.
The water of the river is like wearing thick protective clothing to sunbathe.
But this level of induction was enough. Philip's heart became at ease, and some of his restless emotions were soothed.
After finishing the homework that must be done every time I log off, Robert's annoying guy hasn't left yet.
"What, your psychological evaluation hasn't been completed yet?"
Phillip sat relaxedly on the sofa and asked while turning on the TV.
"No offense, man, you... you really think the gods in the game are real..."
"What do you want to say?"
"Sorry, no offense, no offense, just curious... If the god you believe in really exists, could you please ask her to contact us? Really, many people are very curious."
"If God exists, why not ask her to contact me?"
"I don't believe in God... That's not the point, man, if you can get this Kelanvor to contact you, can you imagine what will happen? Haha... Mars hits the earth, those old guys will go crazy, all
They'll all go crazy."
"I see you seem to be worried that you are not messy enough? Are you pranking me?"
"Don't you think it's interesting? With a bang, the building collapsed like this. Two thousand years of repeated brainwashing lies have caused so many wars, famines, and plagues, almost throughout the history of human civilization... If it were true online
It can be extended offline, like you are now, what will happen? It will subvert everything man, it will be the end of the world for some people..."
"I'll damn them."
"Yes, screw them. It'd be better to make it happen tomorrow! To be honest, I'm tired of this world. I mean order. I don't have anti-human tendencies. At least there is a relatively fair system online.
Mechanism, a mechanism that is not influenced or controlled by anyone, there are real gods online..."
"What on earth do you want to say?"
"How about, let's do it together?"
Why does this guy look like a psycho?
Phillip tilted his head back to avoid the guy's spit, "What do you mean?"
"Let's build this realistic...net together!"
Phillip's eyes widened unconsciously, "How...how do you know?"
"Common, you are not the only one who has senses, buddy. You underestimate how many smart guys there are in the only superpower... I will tell you quietly that most of your secrets are not secrets. To this base...
…”
"I don't have any secrets. I'm just serving here. When the time comes, I will regain my freedom. This is what they promised."
"Yes, yes, we are discussing another thing now. Damn it, why do you always change the subject... What do you think of us building this network together?"
"How to build it?"
"It's very simple, really very simple..."
This guy's smile made Philip a little scared. Why did he feel like a madman?
"Tell me your plan!", he said calmly.
Half an hour later, Philip's face couldn't hide his shock. Why, why didn't he or the inmates think of such a simple thing?
I remember when I was a guinea pig at the base, they made the entire base fall into some special rules and phenomena that science could not explain. The boundaries between online and offline were blurred, and the Internet was never 'cut off'.
The signal was super good. Later, after jailbreaking and everyone dispersed, I could no longer replicate what I had done before. The network was intermittently connected, and the things I brought back online were sometimes useful and sometimes useless...
It turns out to be a cluster effect.
In other words, if many, many players gather together, the "network connectivity signal" can be strengthened, the boundaries between online and offline become blurred, and the online network can be mapped into reality?
"...In a city or a country where players gather, every player is a node of this network. It is because of you that the 'network' exists!"
Yes, yes, the truth is right in front of you, why can't you see it?
Later, when the "network signal" became poor, I thought that I had abandoned Kelanwo's teachings and chose to compromise with these guys, so I reflected on it for a long time.
"But... can we do it in a city where players gather?"
Robert smiled mysteriously, "It's impossible for you and me to do it alone, but we have companions and a large number of sponsors."
"But where should we build this city where players gather? In North America?"
"This is one of the plans. There are currently several plans. Some people prefer to put it within the country, while some insist on putting it outside the country."
"Does this mean players will have to leave the United States?"
"Yes, this is one of the difficulties of this plan. After all, not everyone needs to know the truth, and not everyone agrees with our... uh, ideals."
"Ideal? Is your ideal just this 'net' in reality? What good does it do to you and those behind you to make reality look like a game?"
"I have said it before, I am extremely disappointed with this world, its greed, ugliness, hypocrisy, and obsolescence. It needs to be changed, man. In the past, we could only hope for war, but now there is a better way than war.
A more subversive plan... So, why?" The guy shrugged and said, his eyes were surprisingly bright, not like a black man, but like an idealistic, paranoid old white man.
Well, this guy is probably just a pawn, and he is just a small link in this plan... The question is, accept or reject?
"I need some quiet time."
"I understand, I understand!" Robert looked at his prayer room and smiled tacitly.
When he stood up to leave, he said meaningfully, "You know, maybe we can meet your Lord soon."
Philip was in a complicated mood and was still in great shock and excitement. He had no time to care about the disrespect in his words and dismissed him hastily. He got into the prayer room and prayed to Kelanwo.
'The network signal is still two bars.' Kelanwo could not feed him any useful information. He could sense the ebb and flow of the river through the thick wall, and could faintly feel that the changing waves conveyed some approval to him.
...even urging and joy.
For some reason, Philip can't 'speak' about offline things online, Kelanvor won't give any response, and the same is true for the intelligent NPC clergy in the church. The system's ban is so powerful, it's as strong as a god.
Cannot be violated.
Philip had also heard of the name of the Central Intelligence Brain, and thought about it more than once, if even the gods were to be supervised by the Central Intelligence Brain, then what is the Central Intelligence Brain?
According to rumors, who is the ‘ET’ who produced the Canaan game?
I can no longer think wildly.
You can't talk about offline things online, and you can only get some vague tendencies offline. Feeling that Kelanwo agreed with this matter, Philip made a decision.
That annoying guy hasn't left yet.
When Philip came out of the prayer room, Robert was still sitting on the sofa in his living room, drinking glass after glass of Martell, feeling drunk.
"Aha, you have permission, right?"
"I decided to join!"
"Smart decision, so... let's have a drink?"
Phillip sat down opposite him, picked up the wine glass, and deliberately asked: "For what?"
"For our common ideal!"
"Great idea...cheers!"
"cheers!"
The two of them drank it all with their own plans, and then laughed because they had a common 'ideal'.
"Get ready, you are no longer needed here."
"I still have three months to go..."
"Don't worry about procedural issues, someone will take care of it."
"Okay then, where to go?"
"A new land full of hope and pregnant with change."
That afternoon, Philip did not go online. As expected, he received the order to change the service unit. The research institution had no objections and completed the handover procedures almost calmly. After more than half a month, Philip saw the sun outside again.
——I thought I would never get out.
He had no choice but to compromise at the beginning. After the inmates were dispersed, he was alone and weak. It was reasonable for him to be defeated by each one. He could only hope that the situation would change after the 6th test. His use value would be reduced and he would be incompetent in all aspects.
Make plans after attracting attention.
From this aspect, Robert is right. If his so-called ideal can really be realized, Philip will definitely support it with both hands and feet.
A player's city?
What he didn't know was that China had already had a similar plan, but due to various reasons, it could not be implemented in the end.
net?
Some people discovered its existence, but regarded it as a savage beast. They tried every means to cover it up and tried every means to avoid its arrival.
Some people discovered its existence because they were ecstatic when they saw the opportunity. Under various high-sounding reasons, it was an ambition that was unwilling to be lonely.
Philip is neither of the two. He acts according to the preferences of the god of death, Kelemvor, and 'acts' online and offline. The so-called NPC gameplay is no longer a game, but a reshaping of his personality, way of thinking and behavior, and
The black youth from the ghetto has gradually moved away.
Outside the gate of the research institution, a familiar RV was heard, a short, fat black boy wearing punk-like headphones with large earmuffs, and the explosive music rhythm could be heard outside.
Philip smiled, walked over and knocked on the window glass.
The black boy took off his earmuffs, smiled with all his white teeth, and didn't say anything. He just tilted his head and pointed behind him.
In the carriage, Philip's family welcomed his "release from prison" with tears in their eyes.
Fifteen minutes later, the obscenities of the explosive Chicago gangsta rap song filled Route 17, and the family ran towards the setting sun until they disappeared in the red sky and earth.
At this time, the first battle of the Chinese national server area was coming to an end. Except for one or two important places deep into the fairy forest, the first national server area had basically realized the territory on paper, covering 140,000 square kilometers of land in one fell swoop.
