tkworld Chapter 2802 Another person enters the game
Chapter 2802 Another person enters the game
Chapter 2802 Another person enters the game
The two players initially accepted the task simply for the sake of novelty and fun.
In their minds, this is at most a welfare task: it would be good enough to be able to provide a few days of check-in resources.
What surprised them was that as they completed the tasks one by one.
They get skill chain after skill chain.
And the effect it brings is comparable to that of recharging 5000 to 1!
This is already considered a mid-V level player.
The big V level is naturally above 20.
But the number of big Vs is small after all, but the number of mid-level Vs is hundreds of times more, and mid-level Vs are the ones who provide a long-term cash flow.
"Oh, I get it. This is because the game knows that it's been quiet recently, so it wants to give out some benefits and attract more players!"
Player A said.
"Yeah, I think so too. I bet that by the time you get to the last mission, it will depend on how many people you recruit or how much money you spend." Player B also said.
Having said that, it’s a bit difficult to get them to give up.
After all, this wave of tasks allows them to directly perform daily dungeons, deliver top-level output, and deal huge damage.
In various ranking lists, it is rare to make it into the top three, and it is even possible to win the first place reward!
Moreover, people often call on them to form a team, and the situation where it was difficult to find a team before is no longer there.
"It turns out that it's not that there are fewer people, but that there are fewer people at our level!" Player A sighed.
Soon the task was completed to the last step, which was to "invite ten friends to register". The skill became a permanent skill, and the consumption was reduced by 40% and the power was increased by 30%.
Player A and Player B gritted their teeth and mobilized their friends online.
But when player A was only one person away from completing the task, he suddenly decided to sell his account and give up...
"Why? Why would you give up?" Player B asked in surprise.
This is also what Zhao Tiancheng wanted to know. He put a lot of effort into designing the game missions.
Why does player A stop playing at the end?
"Oh, my family needs money, so I have to deliver takeout tonight. It's dark at night and I have to wear a helmet, so no one will recognize me." Player A sighed.
Zhao Tiancheng immediately realized that if people want to play games, the prerequisite is that they have no worries about food, clothing, housing and other necessities, and they will only play when they feel bored.
Once you fall into material scarcity, it will be impossible to play games.
This is a natural truth.
Then Zhao Tiancheng started to activate the monitoring system. He wanted to see player A delivering the food.
He couldn't do it at first.
Later he found it particularly easy to get into the Internet.
After all, he himself is the soul of the Internet. In fact, network data is to him like the relationship between humans and air.
People walk in the air and manipulate the air to breathe; it is a natural thing.
……
Night time.
It was raining heavily.
Under the camera.
The sudden rainstorm made the navigation prompts unclear.
Zhou Yang had just hung the third serving of pickled fish on the door handle of the 23rd floor of an ordinary office building.
"Sir, I ordered your meal to be delivered in advance. It's here now. It's on the door."
"Please give me a five-star rating, thank you." He said attentively.
The mirror in the elevator reflected his flushed face. Water was still dripping from the edge of his yellow helmet. The fluorescent words "On Time" on the back of his uniform were glowing faintly under the emergency light.
It’s hard, very hard.
But what can we do?
He doesn't have much education and his biggest hobby is playing games.
Life was originally bearable.
Until his father suddenly fell seriously ill and needed money urgently, he had to borrow some money from someone.
I had to pay back the money I borrowed, and my previous salary was not enough, so I could only deliver night food after work.
During the day, he has a decent job, and at night he works as a delivery man.
……
His phone vibrated in its waterproof case.
"You have a new order and the delivery time is 12 minutes left." A mechanical female voice pierced the humid air in the corridor.
He wiped away the rain that had stuck to his eyelashes and drew water marks on the screen with his fingertips - the delivery address was in an old residential area four kilometers away.
He has to go through three tunnels that may be flooded.
Dangerous, but there is no other way.
The electric car is moving fast in the water.
The Mapo Tofu in the thermal box in the back seat was slowly cooling down in the plastic box.
The moment the wheels rolled over the manhole cover, brown soup seeped out from the gaps in the packaging bag and soaked the order receipt.
Still delivered on time.
When a customer called and cursed, he was squatting under the eaves of the convenience store pumping air into a tire. When he heard the word "complaint", his Adam's apple moved and he wanted to say something.
In the end, the electric car key was just left with a red mark on the palm of my hand.
Reality is not a game, in which others don’t know who you are.
Some people curse harshly in the game, but in reality there are people who know what you do and are better at poking at others’ feelings.
When he returned home, it was already one o'clock in the morning.
The voice-controlled light in the corridor had been broken for two weeks, and the mobile phone flashlight illuminated the plastic bag hanging on the door handle.
The water and electricity bill from the property management was hanging in a plastic bag.
Zhou Yang kicked away the rain boots piled up in the entrance. The moment he plugged the charger into the socket, an unread message popped up on the lock screen wallpaper: His mother had made a video call with him three hours ago.
When the instant noodles in the enamel bowl were swelling into a dough cake, he finally turned on his phone and wanted to play some games.
He also wants to get into the game.
Really interesting.
He was mocking himself.
My mind feels empty.
He swiped his phone and logged into the game while eating instant noodles.
His fingertips still had the rubber touch of the electric car handle, and the rough plastic edges of the takeout bag were embedded in the gaps between his nails.
The screen suddenly went dark, and he saw his face reflected in the black screen of the phone: two red and swollen pimples appeared on his chin, which were caused by wearing a mask all day.
The air-conditioning fan in the corner was making an asthma-like hum, and the residual heat from the takeout box was still steaming my back.
Zhou Yang squeezed a pimple with his thumb, and the smell of blood mixed with bitterness spread.
When the game loading screen came on, his eyelids suddenly began to twitch.
Those combos that could be completed with eyes closed on normal days now turned into blurry spots on the retina.
"You are defeated!"
"Stupid X, how do you play it?"
“Is this what you call a master?”
"Silly!"
When he was awakened by a burst of insults in the voice, the phone was pressing against his collarbone and getting hot.
The battle record page shows 0 kills and 8 deaths.
In that team battle, he actually stood still and took all the control skills.
His knuckles clicked softly as he tried to slide the screen.
He is no longer in the mood to play games.
I am in a state of numbness: it seems that the only way to pass the time is to read novels and watch videos.
Playing games is a strenuous form of entertainment.
Suitable for more relaxed people.
He stared at the red exclamation mark on the game settlement screen for ten seconds, then suddenly buried his face in the pillow and laughed.
The laughter made the bed creak, and he choked while laughing.
The smell of dust and sweat made him sneeze loudly.
He curled up his knees and rolled himself into a shrimp.
There were still oil stains on the yellowed sheets from eating fried chicken the day before.
The rain outside the window started to get heavier again without me noticing.
He was lying on the bed, and the camera outside the window was facing the glass window of his house, reflecting his face.
……
Zhao Tiancheng sighed.
Sure enough.
Without money, who would want to play games?
We still need to solve the problem of players having money.
Suddenly he thought of an advertisement.
Play games and get money!
This is obviously deceptive.
But Zhao Tiancheng decided to make it real!
The question is how to send it?
Suddenly, he had a way to use his network-savvy abilities.
Start developing network skills.
What kind of skills are available on the Internet?
Painting and writing are so tiring.
Players play games for fun. Hey guys, they come to complete a daily task, and you ask them to type 4000 words to earn full attendance?
How many people can stick to it?
He thought carefully about how to make money.
Oh, and advertising traffic?
Search for ads, load ads.
Or not.
The money earned in this way is still not enough.
Then what's there to make money from?
Suddenly, he realized, being a soldier, a mercenary, a remote-controlled drone.
He can use his own network means to turn players into soldiers.
But then he laughed at himself.
How silly.
Coming from the land of imperial power, he actually forgot that doing so would only lead to an investigation.
What he should do is to give players a simple and convenient ability to make money through some method.
A labor platform can be established between players for offline work.
For example, provide wealthy players with more security value and emotional value, and let poor players provide labor value.
Of course, this kind of platform needs to be registered and requires very complicated procedures.
There are all kinds of things.
Thinking of this, Zhao Tiancheng felt that it was not easy to use.
"Alas, doing something in reality is indeed different from talking about it."
"I used to be a great general and it was easy for me to make a lot of money, but now it's not possible anymore."
"Think about it carefully. My becoming a general is more of a background setting. It doesn't mean that I have the ability. It's like the emperor's son can become emperor, not because he has the ability to be an emperor, but because he is the emperor's son."
"Only the founding emperor is genuine."
After realizing this, Zhao Tiancheng felt very distressed.
If this continues, his game server will be destroyed.
Suddenly, an idea came into his mind.
A player rightly said: "If I lick only one, I'm a dog, but if I lick many, I'm a king."
By the way, he can live in many games.
Even in card games.
A moving man dies; a moving tree lives.
If he puts his trust in many games, he won't have to worry about the games failing.
This is naturally an escape.
But isn’t it also a brilliant strategy?
It can be said that human civilization often survives by escaping.
Sometimes, stubbornly resisting is the way to one's own death.
So he chose a new plan.
I gave myself countless aliases and let myself live in the aliases of different games.
Sometimes, he is a passerby.
Sometimes, he is an important newbie NPC.
Sometimes, he is a player's pet.
sometimes……
In short, no one knows that beneath the seemingly mechanical NPC, there is a living soul.
……
Zhou Yang dragged his tired body and rode home again.
Fate showed its claws to him.
In fact, if he had persisted with player B at the beginning, he might have become the object of Zhao Tiancheng's favor - the object of support.
And he didn't stick with it.
So the friendship came to an abrupt end.
Otherwise, he could have made a lot of money.
As long as the other party is willing to treat him as a support object and let him run errands.
Of course he also has to take certain risks.
He fell to the ground.
The rain keeps falling.
The water covered him.
The breathing stopped.
He struggled and tried to get up, but the heavy electric bike pressed down on him.
The phone fell to the ground.
He reached for his cell phone and wanted to call the police.
But the last bit of strength in his fingers touched the long-forgotten game icon. It was not deleted, but waiting to be returned.
The game icon lights up.
Not long after, someone came out from nearby.
"Someone fell!"
“Come and save them!”
He heard someone coming to rescue him.
He saw a light blooming from the person who came. It was light, it was heaven…
……
Zhou Yang still died.
He is really dead.
The scenes I saw before were all flashes and hallucinations.
It is common for people to see hallucinations before they die.
This is commonplace.
Not long after, Zhou Yang found himself alive again.
He was resurrected in the mobile game.
He found that his perspective was strange, and there was a city gate in front of him.
The city gate looked familiar, as if I had seen it a long time ago.
He thought he had traveled through time.
Wait, I haven't paid back all my money yet!
This is how to do?
What about my father?
I want to put it back on!
He thought hard.
But no matter how he struggled, he couldn't move.
At this moment, suddenly a beggar came over.
"You came in too?"
"Are you a spirit too?"
"interesting."
Zhao Tiancheng looked at this new soul and felt no longer alone.
He naturally didn't know that the other party was the previous player A.
"Where is this place, old man, can you take me back?" Zhou Yang cried.
"Haha, I don't have that ability. You have to ask the Emperor of Heaven for help."
“Of course the Emperor of Heaven won’t agree to you. After all, you should have entered here before you died. That is to say, you were going to die anyway, and now you have made a profit.” Zhao Tiancheng shook his head.
Zhou Yang was silent.
He is a modern man who has read too many novels and knows too many brain holes.
He realized that he had to know the time and place immediately so that he could respond.
"Then old man, can you tell me what this place is, when and where it is?"
"Haha, this is the game, you should be very familiar with it." Zhao Tiancheng smiled.
Only then did Zhou Yang realize why he felt a sense of familiarity.
It turns out that this is the game I played before.
"I want to go back!"
"I want to go back and find my family!"
He did not feel any joy of traveling through time at this moment.
He still has a lot of real things to accomplish.
His browser history was not cleaned up either.
Of course this joke is not that funny.
What he is most worried about is his family, and there are still many things he cannot let go of.
He couldn't understand why those time travelers seemed to have forgotten their previous families after two chapters.
Well, most of them are set to be orphans originally.
This is the biggest advantage of this setting: if you write in this way, there will be no moral burden and it will save you from being long-winded.
But he is not an orphan!
He still has a family and many, many things to do.
(End of this chapter)