Mo Lan was lying on the Grand Master's chair, twisting a ten-sided alien Rubik's Cube with both hands at will.
The Rubik's Cube is black, wooden, and has a matte feel. There are some embossed patterns on the surface, which is quite delicate. The whole cube is heavy and heavy in the hand, and the surface also reflects a trace of metallic luster in the sunlight.
Ink cartridge.jpg
This ink cartridge is said to be an ancestor of the Mo Lan family and was an object last week.
"Well, it seems that the invention of the Rubik's Cube has to be pushed back three thousand years."
Mo Lan muttered in his heart, when his cell phone rang and a name was displayed on it.
Ding Jin.
"Hey, Ding Jin, why are you calling me?"
“What, the real game will be officially launched next month?
It was actually sent? I thought the ticket was delayed again, hahaha."
"Play, of course I have to play. My ticket bounced five times and I have been waiting for so long, so I definitely have to play.
Okay, that’s it, I’ll go down and chat later.”
After the words fell, a beep came from the phone, and Mo Lan's face showed a little anticipation.
The real game he is talking about is a virtual reality game that he or they have been waiting for a long time.
Jointly developed by five major countries, it is said to be as virtual as 99%.
Mo Lan heard the news during the college entrance examination year. He didn't believe it at first, but after it was confirmed, he had unparalleled expectations.
Originally, Mo Lan thought about playing it with his roommates in college, but year after year, the release of the real game was delayed again and again.
One year passed in the blink of an eye, and four years passed in the blink of an eye. Mo Lan graduated, and there was still no news about the real game, so he was jokingly called by netizens.
"My grandson, when the real game is released, remember to burn it for me."
"Grandpa, I will tell my grandson."
Mo Lan couldn't help but laugh out loud as he thought about it. He turned on the computer with great anticipation and tapped his fingers skillfully on the keyboard. After a crisp sound of keyboard tapping, Mo Lan held the mouse, clicked on the favorites, and opened
Real game official website.
I opened the official website and downloaded the client in one go, and the aftertaste of the keyboard still slowly echoed in my ears.
...........
Half a month later.
Mo Lan put on the sleep game helmet and leaned on the chair. His consciousness gradually became blurred. Distorted colored lights flashed in the deep darkness, and he gradually woke up while being dazzled.
"Ding, welcome to the real game world, I am your system elf."
Mo Lan opened his eyes, lowered his head and looked at his hands in disbelief, then raised his head and looked around. He was now in a wilderness, surrounded by bushes, and not far away was an endless green forest sea.
Feeling the unparalleled reality, Mo Lan seemed to feel that he was already in a real world.
"Is this 99% virtual? A country is a country. It is much more advanced than those dress-up games that claim to be 100% virtual. It cannot be compared at all. It is not on the same level. This is simply time travel."
Mo Lan murmured in surprise, while the crisp voice of the system elf echoed in his ears.
"Okay, your novice guide ends here. Do you need to repeat it again?"
?
A question mark popped up in Mo Lan's mind. The system elf was about to disappear, so Mo Lan quickly called out.
"Except for a guide to exit the game, there is nothing else?"
"Yes, booting is over. Do you want to repeat booting?"
Half an hour later, Mo Lan drew his stick and looked around at a loss.
"Where am I? Who am I? What am I going to do?"
"Hey, Ding Jin, what are you doing?"
Mo Lan quit the game and dialed Ding Jin's number directly, but as soon as he got through, he heard a scream coming from the other side.
"Ah! Fuck! (a radical)"
Ding Jin said gloomily.
"Why are you calling me?"
"Ask what you are doing."
"Playing real games, what else can you do, self-abuse?"
"Emmmm, isn't it?"
"Ganggun, I'm going to continue playing. Don't call me if you have nothing to do, and don't call me if you have something to do.
Niang Xipi, a mere hyena dares to cause trouble for me, please resurrect and fight again!"
Toot toot toot.
There was a beeping sound in his ears, and Mo Lan logged into the game. His eyes were filled with darkness, and he fell into silence as he looked at his broken body floating in the air.
"What is this? How can you play this crappy game?"
After a while, an idea came to Mo Lan's mind.
"Hey, how about...building a house and opening up wasteland for farming?"
Just do it, Mo Lan called the system elf directly, glanced at the forum, and found that it was all about games, so he closed it and opened Notepad to start planning.
Terrain, water sources, farmland, defense...
After a while, Mo Lan closed the notepad and clicked the resurrection button. A flash of light made the world brighter. The corpses and blood stains on the ground disappeared, and Mo Lan stood on the ground again.
"Isn't this just playing a real-life version of Minecraft? If it's a garish, rubbish game, it's going to end sooner or later."
Mo Lan complained as he walked, but complaints were complaints, and he understood.
"Real Game" alone has a virtual level of 99%, which is enough to kill all virtual games on the market and attract a large number of new and old players.
It's not directed at anyone, it can only be said that the games here... are all rubbish.
Mo Lan licked his dry lips, stretched out his hand to block the sun and looked up at the sky.
"Bah, rubbish game."
After that, I continued to move forward until I reached the edge of the forest, where I felt a little more interested. The trees here were straight, thick, and tall, and there was a creek that was about an inch wide flowing.
Following the stream, we continued deeper into the forest. When the light gradually became dim, we found a satisfactory spot. We stopped and Mo Lan looked at the three trees in front of us with satisfaction.
These three trees, which are four or five stories high but unknown to Mo Lan, grow together and form a triangle. Coincidentally, at about three meters high, all three trees grow a thick branch, and the three branches are intertwined.
, faintly forming an aerial platform.
Just when Mo Lan raised his head to observe the branches, he suddenly felt a strong wind behind him blowing on the back of his neck. Then there was severe pain in his neck, and with a click, Mo Lan slowly floated up, looking blankly at the thin wolf feasting underneath him.
?
After thinking about it, Mo Lan clicked on Resurrection, and the body disappeared. A trace of confusion appeared in the skinny wolf eyes, and then his body subconsciously shrank to avoid the attack of an unknown novice, and then he pounced suddenly, biting the front of his neck with his fangs.
Click.
Mo Lan rose like a wisp of smoke, and with it a question mark.
The thin wolf looked at the prey in front of him in confusion. Its simple mind could not understand what had just happened, but the blood in its mouth made it put aside its doubts and start feasting.
Mo Lan watched all this in silence, slowly clenching his fists, and a force rose in his body.
resurrection!
The smoke is curling up.
resurrection!
Smoke curls from the kitchen.
Half an hour later, Thin Wolf left the scene in a daze. Mo Lan came to life again, pointed at Hungry Wolf and shouted.
"Don't run away if you have the ability. If we fight for another 300 rounds, I will kill you all..."
The thin wolf turned around and saw Mo Lan's body reflected in the wolf's eyes. Mo Lan suddenly pounced to the side, hugged a silly roe deer that suddenly appeared and smashed it.
"I will kill you, I will kill you, I will kill you..."
The stupid roe deer who came from nowhere was thrown to the ground, foaming at the mouth and struggling violently with blood spurting from the corners of his eyes.
At this time, there was a familiar fishy wind in front of Mo Lan, and then several skinny hungry wolves came from all directions, killing the silly roe deer in an instant, and also killed Mo Lan.
The hungry wolf that had just left also ran back, spread out on the roe deer and feasted on it. While eating, he squinted at the few thin wolves biting Mo Lan and winked.
But Mo Lan, who turned into smoke and rose up from the kitchen, no longer cared about this. He only saw a trace of white gas rising from the roe deer and sinking into his body.
lv0:1/100
A white experience bar emerged, followed by a light in his mind.
A ten-sided ink cartridge slowly rotates in my mind, with the numbers underneath flashing.