This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 448.1: Eternal Love
Unprofessional Retort: It stopped moving?!
Star River: What's going on?
Falling Feather: I don't know! I just put on the helmet and watched the countdown, but then the timer just stopped moving. QAQ
Breeze: ???
Star River: You really scared me! I quickly put it on and checked, fortunately, I'm fine.
Little Ghost: Weird, aren't you on the same plane?
Star River: I don't know either ( ˶°ㅁ°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Falling Feather: (¬_¬")
In Wasteland Online, flying a plane wasn’t anything cool. Anyone could pull the joystick and step on the throttle. Flying it back and landing safely was the real impressive part.
At first, when everyone heard that Falling Feather crashed the plane again, they didn't feel much. They even started to mock him openly on the forums for fucking up basic control of a plane.
But when they heard his resurrection countdown got stuck, even the players spamming how shitty he was couldn't do anything anymore. Every pilot in the New Alliance quickly reacted as they went to check their timers.
Everyone expressed disbelief and asked him to prove it. However, the game was extremely weird. Images of the helmet couldn’t be shown, and it basically instantly uploaded the experience to their brains.
Unless they were the owner of the helmet, even other players with beta access couldn’t see anything when they put it on.
In other words, sticking a phone into the helmet to take pictures wouldn’t work... Well, someone already tried it when they first got their hands on it.
Night Ten: Impossible, although our Brother Light is a bit slow when playing games and a bit petty, he is truly an honest person. A real ban wouldn't lock your resurrection cooldown. Try putting on the helmet again! Maybe it's just stuck?
Gale: Light: Ah, you little kid, I will remember this. (¬_¬)
Night Ten: Brother Light... My bad hehe. (｡﹏｡")
Makka Pakka: Hahaha! Weak! Hahaha! Noob!
Gale: Could it be a bug? Let me ask around...
Mosquito: What? BUG???? Bro, you definitely started cheating. Comeon man, tell us... Where did you get it? How much do you pay per month for the cheats? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Falling Feather: Damn! This game doesn't even have an operating system, how the heck can I install cheats??? (◔_◔)
Teng Teng: That's too bad...
Yaya: Yeah! When Light puts you in a little black room, he usually locks you in there for 72 hours! Just endure it and it’ll be over soon! At least there’s something to look forward to! But getting stuck on the resurrection countdown... This feels too haunted to be honest. (╯﹏╰)
Mosquito: What? LIGHT PUT YAYA IN A LITTLE BLACK ROOM???
Eye Owe Money: I bet he’s in a little black room too...
Garbage: GIAO! Quick, tell Tail!
Yaya: ???
Due to the victim continuously live streaming his withdrawal symptoms, the thread kept getting replies and quickly became the hottest post on the forum, drawing players and cloud players alike.
Amid the uproar from the onlookers, Light, who had been playing dead for five minutes, finally showed up.
Light: Ahem... Everyone, please calm down. So far, no player in this game has been blasted to death by a nuclear bomb, causing a little bug in the memory program, but it's not a big deal! I've already reported the bug to the tech department, and they said they'd send a couple of monkeys over to take a look...
Falling Feather: What do you mean it's not a big deal?! ( ` ᴖ ´ )
Light: Of course, for the affected accounts, we will provide compensation. As for the compensation plan... It's still under study, but it should be a very special reward... I'll discuss it with my colleagues in a moment.
Falling Feather: Bro! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡
Mosquito: What? There's compensation?
Quit Smoking: Is it too late to get bombed by a nuclear bomb now???
Ample Time: Cough cough, just asking... Where can I find a nuclear bomb near Ideal City? No other reason, just feeling a bit homesick.
Watching the replies on the forum, Chu Guang couldn't help but feel his eyebrows twitching.
These guys... can't they be a bit more dignified!
But players not being able to log in was indeed a big problem, affecting their game experience is a minor issue, the emergency task was the major problem.
The morphogenic field was the biggest trump card in the New Alliance's hand. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Now the only uncertainty was whether the situation was due to external factors or because the shelter judged that the clone posed a risk and thus proactively made a cut.
Regardless of the situation...
Instability like that had to be eliminated with the highest priority!
Thinking about it, Chu Guang immediately gave the order.
"Little Seven, issue a task to all players in the vicinity of the coordinates. Get them to check the area near the crash site and recover his body.”
Little Seven whispered a reminder. "But master, that coordinate area is out of communication range.
Chu Guang was slightly stunned." They haven't logged off yet?
"Maybe they're celebrating a victory?" Little Seven said uncertainly.
Hmm...
That's indeed possible.
Chu Guang thought for a moment and ordered, "Copy the task information to Mosquito's VM, and have him fly it over to them."
Since the Beta era, the players' activity range has increased. The proportion of players operating outside the New Alliance's communication range reached nearly 6%.
Chu Guang had Little Seven upgrade the software program of the VM. Not only could players offline accept tasks from the shelter on the official website, but the player's VM had the function of a task transmitter, capable of syncing preset NPC tasks to nearby players in specific situations.
That way of issuing tasks had a very limited range, and it was used only in emergencies.
Sitting at the table, Little Seven tilted its head. "He wouldn’t be able to fly back? Wouldn’t that be bad?”
Chu Guang snorted. "It's fine, it’s just a plane. Get him to stuff a folding bike in his cabin and tell him to land wherever he likes.”
...
North of Petra Fortress.
The market at the city gate was brightly decorated and bustling with activity, the lively atmosphere like a blazing fire.
The sound of clinking glasses extended from the tavern to the street, where drunkards, arm in arm, yelled with slurred voices.
"Long live the kingdom!"
"Long live the Spirit of the Desert!"
"Cheers to the Envoy!"
"Hahaha! I won't return home sober tonight!"
There was no curfew that night. The fortress lord had said that as long as they wished, they could keep drinking until dawn.
Just for that night, the patrolling guards wouldn't chase those drunken revelers home. They would simply stand by to prevent any disturbances.
Just a few hours ago, they had just defeated the invincible Army, stopping the curse and disaster that was descending on Oasis No.4, and safeguarding the peace of the kingdom.
It was said that the day after the next, His Majesty the King would personally visit the fortress to commend their bravery. And the kingdom's high priest would also arrive to meet with the kind and benevolent Divine Envoy.
By now, no one doubted the identity of the Divine Envoy. All the soldiers who participated in the battle had witnessed the scene in Lost Valley.
The light that shattered the clouds and the flames and columns of air that destroyed heaven and earth were undoubtedly the descriptions of the apocalypse from the Silvermoon Scripture!
As people basked in the joy of victory and survival, a plane appeared in the northern night sky and was spotted by a patrolling guard.
"What is that?"
Lights twinkled in the sky.
He immediately grabbed his binoculars and saw a plane painted with a shark's head, flying towards them with its lights on.
Those blood-drenched teeth clearly signified ill intentions, and sharks, according to the sailors of Silvermoon Bay, were fearsome beasts.
The guard immediately became alert and reported this discovery to the captain of the patrol team.
The captain, hearing the report, didn't dare delay and immediately ordered, "Cavalry squad, assemble! Follow me to take a look!"
The plane didn't head directly for Petra Fortress but landed on the northern dunes.
A group of cavalry boldly rode out of the city, surrounding the direction where the plane landed.
Mosquito had just climbed out of the cabin when he saw a circle of cavalry wielding rifles surrounding him.
The threatening display startled him, and he quickly pulled out the New Alliance flag from the cabin.
"Don't shoot! I’m friendly!"
...
