There will inevitably be sacrifices on the road to eternity, and you are not the only one who sacrifices your life for this.
You are a smart girl, but unfortunately your curiosity hurts you. In the face of survival and the truth, you chose the most irrelevant one.
Farewell, don't blame me.
Everything is natural choice.
Before the new world arrives, sleep peacefully...
This will be a good dream.
Although the process was a little painful...
Cracks were covered with crows, and the setting sun stretched out the rough and hoarse voice and the shadow of the claws.
It stood in the middle of the street, looking at the dimness falling in the distance, and muttering a bunch of words to comfort someone.
The amber pupils shrank slightly, and the focused gaze seemed to pass through the burning cloud and landed somewhere outside the sight.
After a long time, it was satisfied with its gaze from a distance.
However, the moment it turned around and was about to leave, it met the group of people standing at the end of the street.
It was a group of ragged beggars, dressed in rags, holding chains in their hands, and carrying a bayonet-inserted rifle on their backs.
The amber pupils stared at the people, and the nostrils that looked like muzzle, and the face of the Claw of Death was full of disdain.
These ants who don't know how to live or die...
At the same time, the battlefield atmosphere group standing opposite, with excitement on their faces, lowering their voices and shouting to their subordinates.
Do what I said, throw the chain on it, no matter whether it hits or not, immediately run into the building next to it...
Don't hesitate, hesitation will be given in vain.
Looking at the huge body rushing towards him like a tank, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group grabbed the chain in its hand and shouted with high fighting spirit.
Ollie to the brothers
Just do it!
Although I don’t know what Oliki means, Li Ba still shouted in fear, cheering himself up as every cell in his body trembled.
Aaa！
……
Just when the warrior who had just become the chief of the tenth husband was fighting wits and courage with his subordinates, the official website forum far away was also in the fun.
"Detective Information of the No. 79 Refuge, is the manager actually the biggest villain?!(I exchanged my life for it, give me a thumbs up and let me go QAQ)》
After going offline, Sce sorted all the clues he collected from the Experimental Log in this post.
On December 30, 2169, the fortieth year of the Wasteland Era was about to end. Although many things have happened this year, fortunately our experiments continue.
But on this special day, I don’t want to write too much about the experiment. I plan to write some stories about ‘we’ in case I get Alzheimer’s disease one day and forget all our past.
...The No. 79 refuge was built in 2120, five years before the outbreak of the Battle of Doomsday.The shelter is numbered T in the fortification sequence of the People's League, which is a research shelter. Its function is not to shelter any residents, but a special research facility reserved for dealing with possible extremes after the war.
Based on the conjecture about human nature, the conception of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee may fail, and our legacy may not be used to forge a new kingdom of heaven, but will become a tool for the minority to exploit the majority, and even a resistance to the revival of civilization.
Suppose our civilization regressed to the feudal era, or even earlier tribal eras, what we needed was not a steam engine or a heavy machine gun, but a king who could lead us through the darkness and from the wilderness to the new world.
He must be strong enough to combine all his powers, and it is best to have an almost endless lifespan that can accompany his people through the long river of time and make his ideals never fade.He would sacrifice himself after rebuilding the utopia and return everything to the people who trust him.
Although this is just an assumption based on assumptions, we should try even if there is only one in ten thousand possibility.
Plan No. 79 came into being.
As one of the alternatives to the tens of thousands of asylum programs, the goal here is to create a 'manager' who is perfect in both competence and morality after 120 years of closure, who will lead his people to rebuild our civilization on the surface.
A total of 100,000 researchers participated in the program. We entered the shelter in the first year of the war and woke up from the shelter in the tenth winter after the war ended, working step by step under the guidance of the manager.
At first the plan went smoothly, without review and obstruction by the Science and Technology Ethics Committee, we quickly made phased progress.Unfortunately, in the fortieth year of the Wasteland Era, our plan eventually had an accident.
The ice age is coming to an end and is expected to end completely in ten years, half a century ahead of the results of computer calculations.It coincided with the death of the first generation of managers and the transition from the old to the new, not only the new generation of residents have doubts about the correctness of the "plan". Even the researchers who first entered the shelter have debated whether this plan should be carried out.
According to the plan, we selected the second manager from the new generation of residents and handed over the power to choose the future to him.However, surprisingly, as an opponent of Plan No. 79, this courageous young leader changed his previous state just a few months after obtaining the shelter authority and became a firm supporter of Plan No. 79.
Not only that, he adopted a more radical experimental strategy, requiring us to no longer stick to the forms of life and experimental methods.A large number of clones were invested in the experiments, and for efficiency, we even improved the clones' genes, resulting in completely different sub-ethnicity.
I vaguely think this is inappropriate, but it seems too late to say this now...
On June 11, 2178, it seemed that it was clear outside, and the damn snow finally stopped!
On June 29, 2178, he must have gone crazy...
On July 8, 2178, many people died for that crazy plan.I might die soon, but I don’t have sadness in my heart.Even if those things didn't happen, my life was almost gone.And before the last moment comes, we have done everything we can, even if not everything we do foolproof.
Perhaps as he said, everything is a natural choice.
I hope that the next time I wake up, our world will be completely renewed, and I, who have been reborn, will have the honor to pay homage to the new kingdom of heaven...
The above is just the perspective of an ordinary researcher.
The logs displayed in the VM are machine-turned-body. I have roughly sorted out the key information. The key information should be in the few logs from June to July 2178.After that, I will transfer the original text to the forum one by one. If there are any missing clues, please help me find them.
The post was posted in less than three minutes.
The replies in the comment area instantly covered hundreds of floors, and both players and cloud players started to talk.
However, there are only a few nutritious replies.
Roushan Damao: We thought you were lost and walked in that building for a long time.
ÁÁSesame Paste: ...This is too scary.
Tail: Woo woo woo woo woo woo my Sce died so miserably!Damn…this bastard!I'm going to set fire in his shelter!(;'O'
The Mole in the Canyon: It's useless. The manager's authority in the shelter is absolutely true. Even if you successfully bring the tools to set fire in... I don't believe there is even a fire extinguisher there.(Slant eyes)
Tail: !!!
Sce: Well, I think so too. It’s meaningless to expose myself now. It’s better to pretend that nothing happened and finally give it a surprise.
The most unreal thing about this game is probably the ability to go off the field.
Although NPCs are all playing their roles with great care, unfortunately they don’t know that there is still something like game forum in another world.
The Yong family would never have thought that the secret he kept was completely leaked...
Fringe Skipping: The clue is that the ultimate goal of Sanctuary 79 is to cultivate a morally perfect and eternal life?But in the end, due to various reasons, the experiment went astray?
Crow: It’s okay to say that life spans... How can morality be considered perfect?(:з ∠)
Irena: Is the 'philosopher king' in Plato's works?(funny)
Edge paddling: So the experiment failed.
Fang Chang: It may not be a failure. Please recall how many years it has been.(Slant eyes)
Edge paddling: 2341 Ah.
Edge paddling: Hiss, wait!If that Yongshi was the second manager mentioned in the experimental log, wouldn’t it mean that the experiment has been successful?!
Fang Chang: This possibility is very high. Compared with the serum with unknown functions, I suggest you find the manager of Shelter No. 79.
ÁÁSesame Paste: However, the manager’s authority in the shelter is absolute. Even if we find him... we can’t do anything to him, right?
Fang Chang: That "Yongshi" may not be in the shelter.Otherwise, why wouldn’t he get that serum by himself, but instead pin his hopes on a group of outsiders full of uncertainties?
ÁÁSesame Paste: Yes... The manager's dominance over the shelter is absolutely true. He must have reasons that he cannot return to the shelter, so he needs to rely on the hands of outsiders.
Tail: Oh oh oh!I see!!!!∑( °Д °ノ)ノ
Sis: emmm... Although I think so, I still recommend using the trick and getting the serum first.
Fang Chang: Well, this is of course also an option, but you must be careful not to let that person snatch the serum away... that is the only bargaining chip in your hands.
The edge paddling: Haha, don’t worry about this!We have more than a hundred awakened people stationed here and it will be impossible to be stolen!(Growned teeth)
Sis: I'm so scared that you are so flag-set.(Slant eyes)
Debt Big Eye: But who would that Yong family be?
Makabazi: After listening to your discussion, I feel that the residents of Xiangling Town are all suspicious of Ah... That radio was found in the library, right?
Just as the players were discussing each other, the trash suddenly flashed in the comment section.
Actually, I was just thinking about whether there is a possibility...
That guy is actually not a human at all?
……
The night is deep.
In the wilderness 70 kilometers away from Qingquan City, 25 fully armed soldiers are advancing along the abandoned highway.
This was once a small town, but now it has been abandoned, with broken concrete roads on both sides, filled with collapsed houses and construction waste.
The closest survivor settlement here is the garbage city, with a population of about hundreds of thousands, but this has nothing to do with their goal today.
The abandoned research institute hidden in the town is their goal today.
Stopped.
Lao Bai looked at the research institute in front from afar, compared the photos on the VM screen and said jokingly.
It's not like two centuries ago.
The wooden fence covered with blood and minced meat surrounded the outside of the institute's wall. The mutant flies as big as fists flew around the tips of the wooden stakes, making a buzzing sound. The mice hiding in the corner bit the remaining residue, and looked up at the wall from time to time.
Even the raiders would never make their nests so sloppy and allow themselves to be surrounded by plague and stinking.
It is obviously not humans that live here, but something else...
Mutants.
The strong wind with his eyes closed suddenly three words popped out of his mouth.
The quadrotor drone he controlled through the neural access device had already flown over the institute and synchronized the aerial footage to the VM of every small team member nearby.
I saw two mutants as strong as calves and dark green skin standing next to the guardrail on the roof of the institute.
Next to them was a fire-riding iron bucket, holding the legs of some unknown animal in their hands, and feasting while talking in a heavy voice.
The way he ate raw meat and drank blood was like a green-skinned orc in a medieval warhammer.
Everything here is exactly the same as the mutant tribe that players encountered in the early versions.
The difference is that the mutant is still the same mutant, and the players standing here are no longer the new Cute ones back then.
Mutants, there is nothing to say. Ye Shi loaded the sniper rifle in his hand and pushed an armor-piercing incendiary bomb for anti-equipment. He laughed and said, "Just start to do it."
If it is a survivor's settlement, you must also identify the other party's identity and determine whether to adopt a strategy of negotiation or expulsion.
But for mutants, these problems do not exist.
Sending these beasts to hell is what they should do.
Lao Bai looked at Qianfeng with a serious expression.
Number of people, location.
There are two roofs, one on the corner of the wall on the west side, two on the garage on the north side, one standing next to the oil barrel, and three next to the window on the second floor... all you can see is.The strong wind, which integrates consciousness and the drone, calmly reported the spots and marked the target on the vm map with red dots.
After confirming the enemy's intelligence, Lao Bai made a gesture cleanly.
After receiving the order, the players following him immediately divided into three teams.
A group of people moved from Ye Shi to the high slope on the west side of the institute, a group of people moved to the left side of the main entrance of the institute, and the rest were led by him and rushed towards the main entrance of the institute.
The mutant's eyes were very good, and the beast's intuition made them quickly discover the abnormalities in the darkness.
However, when they realize that the disaster is coming, it is too late.
Open fire!
With Lao Bai's order, a series of explosions came from the west side of the institute.
Six heavy riding spears spewed out flames at the same time, and six thick tracers shot towards the top floor of the institute like lightning, completely tearing open the silence of the night.
In front of the 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb, the mutant's strong body was like a piece of paper, either poked and penetrated on the spot or embedded in the flesh.
The hot magnesium-aluminum alloy sprayed Mars, roasting the flesh and blood into coke. The mutant rolled on the ground screamed, and his dark green face twisted into a ball due to pain.
Without any pity, nor at all mercy, Lao Bai quickly rushed into the institute with his team. The assault rifle in his hand spewed out flames and smashed the mutants who were trying to rush up to fight them into a sieve.
After breaking through the first line of defense, the player waiting on the left side of the door followed and rushed into the institute, and went straight to the rear of the institute, cleaning every inch between the wall and the main building of the institute.
From time to time, gunshots came from the west side, and the mutants who were trying to fight back were torn to pieces with large-caliber armor-piercing incendiary bombs.
The battle was without any suspense and soon turned into a one-sided massacre.
Although they have a strong body and a decent iron-tube rifle and axe, these mutants are obviously not the opponents of these veterans who have experienced many battles.
In less than 20 minutes, the elites of the Burning Corps cleared out all the mutants in the entire institute and rescued more than ten prisoners who were detained in the basement and had not had time to be eaten.
These people are both men and women, the oldest is over 30 years old, and the youngest is probably only in their 10s.
Judging from their clothes, some of them look like merchants, while others look like villagers in nearby settlements.?
When they were just rescued, they curled up in the corner of the room, and there was no light in their godless eyes. Although they were still alive, they were no different from being dead.
It was not until the shackles were untied that a trace of vitality was restored to those pairs of unswerving eyes.
...It's okay, the mutants here have been cleared by us, you are already safe.
Thank you...thank you!
A survivor just got up from the ground and wanted to kneel down tremblingly, but Lao Bai reached out to help him.
No need to thank us, we are soldiers of the alliance. If you have nowhere to go, you might as well go east and reach the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, where people will take you in.
Although his couplets are not good.
But he had long memorized this line.
Alliance... The survivor had a blank expression on his face, but he repeatedly chewed the word in his mouth, as if he wanted to write it down.
That's right, he gave the man an encouragement smile, Lao Bai continued, we are trying to build a society different from other places, if you have enough of life in the wasteland, you can go there and try it.
Sending the survivors out of the door, he returned to the institute.
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes looked at him and teased with a smile.
Yes, the league's number one image ambassador.
Lao Bai said with a smile.
You don’t understand, this is called saving character.
The manager always looks at every resident, and loyal behavior can increase the equipment explosion rate and the probability of triggering hidden tasks.
Although there is no conclusive evidence to prove this rumor, it is not harmful to believe it at all.
Many residents of the alliance have received their favors, and those people regard them as heroes.
The NPC in this game is quite different from other open world games. Even if you don’t save the world, you just do a small good thing and the NPC will remember it for a long time.
Those people will really thank you.
Quit smoking and asked curiously: By the way, how much is the difference between you and your contribution point of 100,000?
Lao Bai: After this task is completed, it should be almost done.
Awesome!Ye Shi raised his thumb and said with emotion, "Everyone is doing the same task, why is your contribution point so fast?"
Lao Bai smiled embarrassedly.
Maybe it's a lot.
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes: Good brother, please feel free to touch me after changing the power armor, hehe.
You can Ah, do you want me to take it off and touch it for you, or wear it for you to touch it.
Quit smoking and looked at Lao Bai with a surprised expression, his expression as if he had discovered a new world.
Damn, when did you become as sexy as Ye Shi!
I was shot while lying down. Ye Shi rolled his eyes and urged him and said, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and do the task."
They skydiving from afar, not for travel.
The group of people acted separately.
A group of people went to the laser emitting unit of the institute and physically opened the rusted emission hatch.
Another group of people went to the control room on the third floor of the institute.
Fortunately, the backup generator here has the remaining electricity, so they don’t need to prepare a generator to charge the capacitors of the laser emission unit.
Lao Bai walked to the console, opened the VM screen, and confirmed his current task.
Mission: Track drift bottle
Introduction: Our war with the Legion is in a stalemate, and although we have successfully made them mistakenly believe that they are fighting with the business, it is hard to say how long this trick can last.We need support from the East Coast, and first we have to let them know that their old friends are in trouble.We have to dismantle a satellite.
Requirements: Activate the laser emission unit of the institute, contact the scientific research satellite in the synchronous orbit directly above, and complete data transmission.
The method of starting the laser emission unit has been listed below the taskbar.
They just need to plug the data interface into the console and place the communication balloon.
The rest is enough to leave the NPC in the shelter to operate remotely.
Looking at Lao Bai who plugged the data interface into the console, Ye Shi, who was standing beside him, asked curiously.
Is this a satellite used as a drift bottle?
This is too luxurious.
Qianfeng stared at the console screen for a while, and suddenly spoke: Actually, I'm even more curious about how we get in touch with satellites in synchronous orbits here.
This technology is a bit outrageously black.
However, when compared with controlled nuclear fusion, it seems that it is not unacceptable?
Lao Bai didn't think so much, and said with a laugh.
Don't worry about him, who knows what happened more than 100 years later? You can't expect Brother Guang to make one for you in reality.
The wind's expression became a little subtle.
9999…% real virtual reality games and laser communication technology spanning 36,000 kilometers, it’s hard to say which one is more difficult to achieve.
The read bar in the console screen is completed.
The emission device in the center of the research institute suddenly emitted a beam of light as thick as an arm.
It is hard to tell what color the light is. Its color is as erratic as its existence itself, with contours of light red and lilac.
The beam of light penetrated through the clouds and penetrated into the vast deep space.
Move to the roof of the institute.
The wind looked up at the faint light in the sky and muttered.
...If I were from the Legion, I would definitely make a fuss here.
Lao Bai smiled and said: What are you thinking? Here is more than 200 kilometers away from that airship. What shells can go so far?
200 kilometers.
That's a tactical missile.
I heard that Goblin Technology is studying short-distance missiles, but I don’t know what’s going on.
The guy Mosquito didn't have a reliable word, and he asked so many times that he was almost there.
Although there is a necessity, it is true that the technology tree of the new alliance is really crooked.
...That's right.
Qianfeng nodded thoughtfully, staring at the light, but thinking about something else in his heart.
Under the influence of the Tindal effect, the beam of light can be seen from a distance.
Was it the same 200 years ago?
Or is it that the equipment is disrepaired and the output power is unstable, which leads to such obvious scattering and clutter.
However, only people 200 years ago knew about what happened 200 years ago...
The signal transmission is completed...it is confirmed that the satellite is leaving the channel.The task progress was confirmed through the vm. Lao Bai reached out and pressed it on the headset, and cut it to the small team member and repeated the command.
Ye Shi asked curiously.
Can you see a meteor in a while?
Maybe we can see it on the East Coast, we probably have a hard time here... Lao Bai smiled, reached out to pick up the rifle leaning against the side, and patted his teammates on the shoulder. The mission is completed, and it's time to withdraw.
I heard that the scientific research team has retrieved a lot of interesting things from the data they have retrieved.
When I go back, I'll ask.
……
At the same time, the Heart of Steel was on the Round.
General McClass, standing in the bridge, was listening to his subordinates' reports.
The prey that made him missed was still hiding in the urban area of Ruigu City.
But it is gratifying that his stupid subordinates finally made a little progress.
With the help of an experienced local hunter, they successfully hung two iron chains on the death claw.
Of course, this is not enough to hurt the dead claw, but it is enough to cause a lot of trouble to it.
According to the hunter, the chains would be like salamanders inserted into whales, and the beast had too long claws to get it off by itself.
Just wrap enough garbage on it and limit its movements so that it cannot catch prey and run away. Sooner or later, it will fall to the ground exhausted and let them slaughter it.
Through continuous offensives, we weaken our opponents who are far stronger than ourselves, and finally concentrate our strength and kill them in one move.
This theory seems to work not only for hunting, but also for the battlefield.
General McClass suddenly became a little curious about the indigenous hunter.
At this moment, a light red light suddenly faintly passed through the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him.
The slightest captures the abnormality, General McClass narrows his eyes.
However, when he looked carefully, it was pitch black outside the window and he could not see anything.
Have you seen that beam of light?
Hearing General McClass' voice, the adjutant standing next to him was slightly stunned, with a confused look on his face.
Light……?
Glanced at the blank expression on the adjutant's face, General McClass retracted his gaze.
……nothing.
Maybe it's an illusion.
For some reason, he always had a bad premonition in his heart.
It was as if there was a conspiracy brewing outside his eyes...
You are a smart girl, but unfortunately your curiosity hurts you. In the face of survival and the truth, you chose the most irrelevant one.
Farewell, don't blame me.
Everything is natural choice.
Before the new world arrives, sleep peacefully...
This will be a good dream.
Although the process was a little painful...
Cracks were covered with crows, and the setting sun stretched out the rough and hoarse voice and the shadow of the claws.
It stood in the middle of the street, looking at the dimness falling in the distance, and muttering a bunch of words to comfort someone.
The amber pupils shrank slightly, and the focused gaze seemed to pass through the burning cloud and landed somewhere outside the sight.
After a long time, it was satisfied with its gaze from a distance.
However, the moment it turned around and was about to leave, it met the group of people standing at the end of the street.
It was a group of ragged beggars, dressed in rags, holding chains in their hands, and carrying a bayonet-inserted rifle on their backs.
The amber pupils stared at the people, and the nostrils that looked like muzzle, and the face of the Claw of Death was full of disdain.
These ants who don't know how to live or die...
At the same time, the battlefield atmosphere group standing opposite, with excitement on their faces, lowering their voices and shouting to their subordinates.
Do what I said, throw the chain on it, no matter whether it hits or not, immediately run into the building next to it...
Don't hesitate, hesitation will be given in vain.
Looking at the huge body rushing towards him like a tank, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group grabbed the chain in its hand and shouted with high fighting spirit.
Ollie to the brothers
Just do it!
Although I don’t know what Oliki means, Li Ba still shouted in fear, cheering himself up as every cell in his body trembled.
Aaa！
……
Just when the warrior who had just become the chief of the tenth husband was fighting wits and courage with his subordinates, the official website forum far away was also in the fun.
"Detective Information of the No. 79 Refuge, is the manager actually the biggest villain?!(I exchanged my life for it, give me a thumbs up and let me go QAQ)》
After going offline, Sce sorted all the clues he collected from the Experimental Log in this post.
On December 30, 2169, the fortieth year of the Wasteland Era was about to end. Although many things have happened this year, fortunately our experiments continue.
But on this special day, I don’t want to write too much about the experiment. I plan to write some stories about ‘we’ in case I get Alzheimer’s disease one day and forget all our past.
...The No. 79 refuge was built in 2120, five years before the outbreak of the Battle of Doomsday.The shelter is numbered T in the fortification sequence of the People's League, which is a research shelter. Its function is not to shelter any residents, but a special research facility reserved for dealing with possible extremes after the war.
Based on the conjecture about human nature, the conception of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee may fail, and our legacy may not be used to forge a new kingdom of heaven, but will become a tool for the minority to exploit the majority, and even a resistance to the revival of civilization.
Suppose our civilization regressed to the feudal era, or even earlier tribal eras, what we needed was not a steam engine or a heavy machine gun, but a king who could lead us through the darkness and from the wilderness to the new world.
He must be strong enough to combine all his powers, and it is best to have an almost endless lifespan that can accompany his people through the long river of time and make his ideals never fade.He would sacrifice himself after rebuilding the utopia and return everything to the people who trust him.
Although this is just an assumption based on assumptions, we should try even if there is only one in ten thousand possibility.
Plan No. 79 came into being.
As one of the alternatives to the tens of thousands of asylum programs, the goal here is to create a 'manager' who is perfect in both competence and morality after 120 years of closure, who will lead his people to rebuild our civilization on the surface.
A total of 100,000 researchers participated in the program. We entered the shelter in the first year of the war and woke up from the shelter in the tenth winter after the war ended, working step by step under the guidance of the manager.
At first the plan went smoothly, without review and obstruction by the Science and Technology Ethics Committee, we quickly made phased progress.Unfortunately, in the fortieth year of the Wasteland Era, our plan eventually had an accident.
The ice age is coming to an end and is expected to end completely in ten years, half a century ahead of the results of computer calculations.It coincided with the death of the first generation of managers and the transition from the old to the new, not only the new generation of residents have doubts about the correctness of the "plan". Even the researchers who first entered the shelter have debated whether this plan should be carried out.
According to the plan, we selected the second manager from the new generation of residents and handed over the power to choose the future to him.However, surprisingly, as an opponent of Plan No. 79, this courageous young leader changed his previous state just a few months after obtaining the shelter authority and became a firm supporter of Plan No. 79.
Not only that, he adopted a more radical experimental strategy, requiring us to no longer stick to the forms of life and experimental methods.A large number of clones were invested in the experiments, and for efficiency, we even improved the clones' genes, resulting in completely different sub-ethnicity.
I vaguely think this is inappropriate, but it seems too late to say this now...
On June 11, 2178, it seemed that it was clear outside, and the damn snow finally stopped!
On June 29, 2178, he must have gone crazy...
On July 8, 2178, many people died for that crazy plan.I might die soon, but I don’t have sadness in my heart.Even if those things didn't happen, my life was almost gone.And before the last moment comes, we have done everything we can, even if not everything we do foolproof.
Perhaps as he said, everything is a natural choice.
I hope that the next time I wake up, our world will be completely renewed, and I, who have been reborn, will have the honor to pay homage to the new kingdom of heaven...
The above is just the perspective of an ordinary researcher.
The logs displayed in the VM are machine-turned-body. I have roughly sorted out the key information. The key information should be in the few logs from June to July 2178.After that, I will transfer the original text to the forum one by one. If there are any missing clues, please help me find them.
The post was posted in less than three minutes.
The replies in the comment area instantly covered hundreds of floors, and both players and cloud players started to talk.
However, there are only a few nutritious replies.
Roushan Damao: We thought you were lost and walked in that building for a long time.
ÁÁSesame Paste: ...This is too scary.
Tail: Woo woo woo woo woo woo my Sce died so miserably!Damn…this bastard!I'm going to set fire in his shelter!(;'O'
The Mole in the Canyon: It's useless. The manager's authority in the shelter is absolutely true. Even if you successfully bring the tools to set fire in... I don't believe there is even a fire extinguisher there.(Slant eyes)
Tail: !!!
Sce: Well, I think so too. It’s meaningless to expose myself now. It’s better to pretend that nothing happened and finally give it a surprise.
The most unreal thing about this game is probably the ability to go off the field.
Although NPCs are all playing their roles with great care, unfortunately they don’t know that there is still something like game forum in another world.
The Yong family would never have thought that the secret he kept was completely leaked...
Fringe Skipping: The clue is that the ultimate goal of Sanctuary 79 is to cultivate a morally perfect and eternal life?But in the end, due to various reasons, the experiment went astray?
Crow: It’s okay to say that life spans... How can morality be considered perfect?(:з ∠)
Irena: Is the 'philosopher king' in Plato's works?(funny)
Edge paddling: So the experiment failed.
Fang Chang: It may not be a failure. Please recall how many years it has been.(Slant eyes)
Edge paddling: 2341 Ah.
Edge paddling: Hiss, wait!If that Yongshi was the second manager mentioned in the experimental log, wouldn’t it mean that the experiment has been successful?!
Fang Chang: This possibility is very high. Compared with the serum with unknown functions, I suggest you find the manager of Shelter No. 79.
ÁÁSesame Paste: However, the manager’s authority in the shelter is absolute. Even if we find him... we can’t do anything to him, right?
Fang Chang: That "Yongshi" may not be in the shelter.Otherwise, why wouldn’t he get that serum by himself, but instead pin his hopes on a group of outsiders full of uncertainties?
ÁÁSesame Paste: Yes... The manager's dominance over the shelter is absolutely true. He must have reasons that he cannot return to the shelter, so he needs to rely on the hands of outsiders.
Tail: Oh oh oh!I see!!!!∑( °Д °ノ)ノ
Sis: emmm... Although I think so, I still recommend using the trick and getting the serum first.
Fang Chang: Well, this is of course also an option, but you must be careful not to let that person snatch the serum away... that is the only bargaining chip in your hands.
The edge paddling: Haha, don’t worry about this!We have more than a hundred awakened people stationed here and it will be impossible to be stolen!(Growned teeth)
Sis: I'm so scared that you are so flag-set.(Slant eyes)
Debt Big Eye: But who would that Yong family be?
Makabazi: After listening to your discussion, I feel that the residents of Xiangling Town are all suspicious of Ah... That radio was found in the library, right?
Just as the players were discussing each other, the trash suddenly flashed in the comment section.
Actually, I was just thinking about whether there is a possibility...
That guy is actually not a human at all?
……
The night is deep.
In the wilderness 70 kilometers away from Qingquan City, 25 fully armed soldiers are advancing along the abandoned highway.
This was once a small town, but now it has been abandoned, with broken concrete roads on both sides, filled with collapsed houses and construction waste.
The closest survivor settlement here is the garbage city, with a population of about hundreds of thousands, but this has nothing to do with their goal today.
The abandoned research institute hidden in the town is their goal today.
Stopped.
Lao Bai looked at the research institute in front from afar, compared the photos on the VM screen and said jokingly.
It's not like two centuries ago.
The wooden fence covered with blood and minced meat surrounded the outside of the institute's wall. The mutant flies as big as fists flew around the tips of the wooden stakes, making a buzzing sound. The mice hiding in the corner bit the remaining residue, and looked up at the wall from time to time.
Even the raiders would never make their nests so sloppy and allow themselves to be surrounded by plague and stinking.
It is obviously not humans that live here, but something else...
Mutants.
The strong wind with his eyes closed suddenly three words popped out of his mouth.
The quadrotor drone he controlled through the neural access device had already flown over the institute and synchronized the aerial footage to the VM of every small team member nearby.
I saw two mutants as strong as calves and dark green skin standing next to the guardrail on the roof of the institute.
Next to them was a fire-riding iron bucket, holding the legs of some unknown animal in their hands, and feasting while talking in a heavy voice.
The way he ate raw meat and drank blood was like a green-skinned orc in a medieval warhammer.
Everything here is exactly the same as the mutant tribe that players encountered in the early versions.
The difference is that the mutant is still the same mutant, and the players standing here are no longer the new Cute ones back then.
Mutants, there is nothing to say. Ye Shi loaded the sniper rifle in his hand and pushed an armor-piercing incendiary bomb for anti-equipment. He laughed and said, "Just start to do it."
If it is a survivor's settlement, you must also identify the other party's identity and determine whether to adopt a strategy of negotiation or expulsion.
But for mutants, these problems do not exist.
Sending these beasts to hell is what they should do.
Lao Bai looked at Qianfeng with a serious expression.
Number of people, location.
There are two roofs, one on the corner of the wall on the west side, two on the garage on the north side, one standing next to the oil barrel, and three next to the window on the second floor... all you can see is.The strong wind, which integrates consciousness and the drone, calmly reported the spots and marked the target on the vm map with red dots.
After confirming the enemy's intelligence, Lao Bai made a gesture cleanly.
After receiving the order, the players following him immediately divided into three teams.
A group of people moved from Ye Shi to the high slope on the west side of the institute, a group of people moved to the left side of the main entrance of the institute, and the rest were led by him and rushed towards the main entrance of the institute.
The mutant's eyes were very good, and the beast's intuition made them quickly discover the abnormalities in the darkness.
However, when they realize that the disaster is coming, it is too late.
Open fire!
With Lao Bai's order, a series of explosions came from the west side of the institute.
Six heavy riding spears spewed out flames at the same time, and six thick tracers shot towards the top floor of the institute like lightning, completely tearing open the silence of the night.
In front of the 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb, the mutant's strong body was like a piece of paper, either poked and penetrated on the spot or embedded in the flesh.
The hot magnesium-aluminum alloy sprayed Mars, roasting the flesh and blood into coke. The mutant rolled on the ground screamed, and his dark green face twisted into a ball due to pain.
Without any pity, nor at all mercy, Lao Bai quickly rushed into the institute with his team. The assault rifle in his hand spewed out flames and smashed the mutants who were trying to rush up to fight them into a sieve.
After breaking through the first line of defense, the player waiting on the left side of the door followed and rushed into the institute, and went straight to the rear of the institute, cleaning every inch between the wall and the main building of the institute.
From time to time, gunshots came from the west side, and the mutants who were trying to fight back were torn to pieces with large-caliber armor-piercing incendiary bombs.
The battle was without any suspense and soon turned into a one-sided massacre.
Although they have a strong body and a decent iron-tube rifle and axe, these mutants are obviously not the opponents of these veterans who have experienced many battles.
In less than 20 minutes, the elites of the Burning Corps cleared out all the mutants in the entire institute and rescued more than ten prisoners who were detained in the basement and had not had time to be eaten.
These people are both men and women, the oldest is over 30 years old, and the youngest is probably only in their 10s.
Judging from their clothes, some of them look like merchants, while others look like villagers in nearby settlements.?
When they were just rescued, they curled up in the corner of the room, and there was no light in their godless eyes. Although they were still alive, they were no different from being dead.
It was not until the shackles were untied that a trace of vitality was restored to those pairs of unswerving eyes.
...It's okay, the mutants here have been cleared by us, you are already safe.
Thank you...thank you!
A survivor just got up from the ground and wanted to kneel down tremblingly, but Lao Bai reached out to help him.
No need to thank us, we are soldiers of the alliance. If you have nowhere to go, you might as well go east and reach the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, where people will take you in.
Although his couplets are not good.
But he had long memorized this line.
Alliance... The survivor had a blank expression on his face, but he repeatedly chewed the word in his mouth, as if he wanted to write it down.
That's right, he gave the man an encouragement smile, Lao Bai continued, we are trying to build a society different from other places, if you have enough of life in the wasteland, you can go there and try it.
Sending the survivors out of the door, he returned to the institute.
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes looked at him and teased with a smile.
Yes, the league's number one image ambassador.
Lao Bai said with a smile.
You don’t understand, this is called saving character.
The manager always looks at every resident, and loyal behavior can increase the equipment explosion rate and the probability of triggering hidden tasks.
Although there is no conclusive evidence to prove this rumor, it is not harmful to believe it at all.
Many residents of the alliance have received their favors, and those people regard them as heroes.
The NPC in this game is quite different from other open world games. Even if you don’t save the world, you just do a small good thing and the NPC will remember it for a long time.
Those people will really thank you.
Quit smoking and asked curiously: By the way, how much is the difference between you and your contribution point of 100,000?
Lao Bai: After this task is completed, it should be almost done.
Awesome!Ye Shi raised his thumb and said with emotion, "Everyone is doing the same task, why is your contribution point so fast?"
Lao Bai smiled embarrassedly.
Maybe it's a lot.
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes: Good brother, please feel free to touch me after changing the power armor, hehe.
You can Ah, do you want me to take it off and touch it for you, or wear it for you to touch it.
Quit smoking and looked at Lao Bai with a surprised expression, his expression as if he had discovered a new world.
Damn, when did you become as sexy as Ye Shi!
I was shot while lying down. Ye Shi rolled his eyes and urged him and said, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and do the task."
They skydiving from afar, not for travel.
The group of people acted separately.
A group of people went to the laser emitting unit of the institute and physically opened the rusted emission hatch.
Another group of people went to the control room on the third floor of the institute.
Fortunately, the backup generator here has the remaining electricity, so they don’t need to prepare a generator to charge the capacitors of the laser emission unit.
Lao Bai walked to the console, opened the VM screen, and confirmed his current task.
Mission: Track drift bottle
Introduction: Our war with the Legion is in a stalemate, and although we have successfully made them mistakenly believe that they are fighting with the business, it is hard to say how long this trick can last.We need support from the East Coast, and first we have to let them know that their old friends are in trouble.We have to dismantle a satellite.
Requirements: Activate the laser emission unit of the institute, contact the scientific research satellite in the synchronous orbit directly above, and complete data transmission.
The method of starting the laser emission unit has been listed below the taskbar.
They just need to plug the data interface into the console and place the communication balloon.
The rest is enough to leave the NPC in the shelter to operate remotely.
Looking at Lao Bai who plugged the data interface into the console, Ye Shi, who was standing beside him, asked curiously.
Is this a satellite used as a drift bottle?
This is too luxurious.
Qianfeng stared at the console screen for a while, and suddenly spoke: Actually, I'm even more curious about how we get in touch with satellites in synchronous orbits here.
This technology is a bit outrageously black.
However, when compared with controlled nuclear fusion, it seems that it is not unacceptable?
Lao Bai didn't think so much, and said with a laugh.
Don't worry about him, who knows what happened more than 100 years later? You can't expect Brother Guang to make one for you in reality.
The wind's expression became a little subtle.
9999…% real virtual reality games and laser communication technology spanning 36,000 kilometers, it’s hard to say which one is more difficult to achieve.
The read bar in the console screen is completed.
The emission device in the center of the research institute suddenly emitted a beam of light as thick as an arm.
It is hard to tell what color the light is. Its color is as erratic as its existence itself, with contours of light red and lilac.
The beam of light penetrated through the clouds and penetrated into the vast deep space.
Move to the roof of the institute.
The wind looked up at the faint light in the sky and muttered.
...If I were from the Legion, I would definitely make a fuss here.
Lao Bai smiled and said: What are you thinking? Here is more than 200 kilometers away from that airship. What shells can go so far?
200 kilometers.
That's a tactical missile.
I heard that Goblin Technology is studying short-distance missiles, but I don’t know what’s going on.
The guy Mosquito didn't have a reliable word, and he asked so many times that he was almost there.
Although there is a necessity, it is true that the technology tree of the new alliance is really crooked.
...That's right.
Qianfeng nodded thoughtfully, staring at the light, but thinking about something else in his heart.
Under the influence of the Tindal effect, the beam of light can be seen from a distance.
Was it the same 200 years ago?
Or is it that the equipment is disrepaired and the output power is unstable, which leads to such obvious scattering and clutter.
However, only people 200 years ago knew about what happened 200 years ago...
The signal transmission is completed...it is confirmed that the satellite is leaving the channel.The task progress was confirmed through the vm. Lao Bai reached out and pressed it on the headset, and cut it to the small team member and repeated the command.
Ye Shi asked curiously.
Can you see a meteor in a while?
Maybe we can see it on the East Coast, we probably have a hard time here... Lao Bai smiled, reached out to pick up the rifle leaning against the side, and patted his teammates on the shoulder. The mission is completed, and it's time to withdraw.
I heard that the scientific research team has retrieved a lot of interesting things from the data they have retrieved.
When I go back, I'll ask.
……
At the same time, the Heart of Steel was on the Round.
General McClass, standing in the bridge, was listening to his subordinates' reports.
The prey that made him missed was still hiding in the urban area of Ruigu City.
But it is gratifying that his stupid subordinates finally made a little progress.
With the help of an experienced local hunter, they successfully hung two iron chains on the death claw.
Of course, this is not enough to hurt the dead claw, but it is enough to cause a lot of trouble to it.
According to the hunter, the chains would be like salamanders inserted into whales, and the beast had too long claws to get it off by itself.
Just wrap enough garbage on it and limit its movements so that it cannot catch prey and run away. Sooner or later, it will fall to the ground exhausted and let them slaughter it.
Through continuous offensives, we weaken our opponents who are far stronger than ourselves, and finally concentrate our strength and kill them in one move.
This theory seems to work not only for hunting, but also for the battlefield.
General McClass suddenly became a little curious about the indigenous hunter.
At this moment, a light red light suddenly faintly passed through the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him.
The slightest captures the abnormality, General McClass narrows his eyes.
However, when he looked carefully, it was pitch black outside the window and he could not see anything.
Have you seen that beam of light?
Hearing General McClass' voice, the adjutant standing next to him was slightly stunned, with a confused look on his face.
Light……?
Glanced at the blank expression on the adjutant's face, General McClass retracted his gaze.
……nothing.
Maybe it's an illusion.
For some reason, he always had a bad premonition in his heart.
It was as if there was a conspiracy brewing outside his eyes...
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