vrcanaries The first player in Chapter 3 is a dog.
The first player in Chapter 3 is a dog.
As it turns out, the system did not malfunction.
Immediately after the "incident" occurred, Lynn quickly connected to the chat group, trying to find some clues.
The truth of the matter left him speechless. It all started when Xiaoyu, a college graduate with a strong awareness of fraud prevention, "cleverly" typed her dog's name into the appointment form.
The amazing thing about this system is that it only recognizes IDs and not people. After receiving the VR glasses, Xiaoyu tried to put them on but found that there was no response.
On the contrary, his Corgi "George" was unusually excited when he saw the device, and in a moment of excitement, he stuck his head into the device.
It then lost consciousness and fell asleep.
Thankfully, he didn't die, though he started snoring a bit loudly.
Lynn looked at the greyhound in front of him and marveled once again at the wonder of the system.
After being reshaped by the Fourth Calamity System, the Corgi with its four short legs was transformed into a Greyhound with four long legs.
While he was still feeling sentimental, three more white lights flashed by, and this time it was really coming.
Lynn quickly straightened his GM hat and suppressed any unnecessary expressions on his face.
After all, as a professional NPC, one shouldn't have too much emotion about the arrival of these players.
……
"Holy shit! I..."
"Damn it!"
Holy crap!
After undergoing a series of 3C certifications, the three men who emerged from the white light opened their eyes wide and began to examine this "game world".
Is this really a game?
The climbing snail considered countless possibilities: a prank? A trick?
They were even drugged and sent to Gayaozi in northern Myanmar after being put on glasses.
I didn't expect it to be such a realistic game. At least for now, it's completely realistic in terms of both visuals and tactile experience.
He stretched out his hands and looked them over, then raised his hands to touch his face.
"Pah!"
The shock was interrupted. The climbing snail turned its head and saw a bald man wearing a beginner's white T-shirt hugging a wooden post at the outpost, licking it, and then spitting out a mouthful of wood chips.
"This really smells like wood! Holy crap, this is so realistic! Is this a holographic version of MapleStory?"
"I can even feel it when I contract my anus!"
"I thought Lin Zi was joking; he wasn't exaggerating."
"Hey, wait, why do you have that classic side-part hairstyle? Why am I bald?"
Who are you?
"I'm a secret agent, a Czech public security agent."
"Is that a snail?"
The agent, somewhat agitated, shouted:
"Linzi, tell me the truth, did you kidnap us while we were sleeping and take us to some secret lab to do brain scans?"
"Stop kidding, what lab can simulate the smell of this air?" The roasted whole lamb wiped the wood chips from its mouth and took a deep breath. "This oxygen level... I feel like I've just had a lung cleanse in a primeval forest. Hey, snail, pinch me."
Without saying a word, the climbing snail reached out and pinched his hip hard.
"Damn! You really pinched me!" The roasted whole lamb winced in pain and slapped the snail on the shoulder.
"Ouch... the pain feedback is 100% accurate. Is this game okay? What if we get killed in there? Won't we just get brain dead in real life?"
Lynn stood not far away, watching the three idiots gnawing on the wooden pillar and pinching each other's thighs, as well as the greyhound wagging its tail frantically around him. The tension that had been building up in his heart for three months actually eased a little.
But he knew very well that these players weren't there for a vacation; the real challenge was just beginning.
His gaze passed over the noisy group and landed on the coastline outside Rainbow Village, which was tightly sealed off by green poisonous fog.
As a veteran player, Lynn understood better than anyone what Rainbow Village meant.
It signifies absolute poverty and backwardness.
Aside from low-level mushrooms, snails, and a pitiful amount of basic wood, there are almost no strategic resources here.
This isn't a game about leveling up by fighting monsters; for me, this is a whole world.
To create an absolutely safe zone in this realistic and cruel world, and even to use real-world knowledge and technology to develop a technology tree and build hardcore infrastructure in the future, Rainbow Village, a place the size of a palm, cannot even find a mineral vein to fill a tooth gap.
He must break through this poisonous fog, obtain a ship to sail out to sea, and return to the place he once traveled from, the absolute center of the world—Treasure Island.
Only when he reaches Treasure Island, mines the Warriors' Tribe's veins, cuts down trees in the Magic Forest, and plunders industrial waste from abandoned cities, can his crazy survival plans truly come to fruition.
Having his own settlement in this world and summoning more players to share the threat he faces is the only long-term solution.
However, a Damocles' sword always hangs over all this grand blueprint: the timeline.
For the past three months, he has encountered setbacks everywhere, but has been unable to glean any accurate historical dates from the NPCs.
What kind of era is this?
Is it a classic version from before the "Big Bang" arc, where everything was still intact and full of old-fashioned charm?
Or perhaps... the dark sorcerer sealed at the end of time, powerful enough to destroy the entire world, has begun to awaken?
Lynn looked down at her slightly numb fingertips.
In the original starting village of the game, it would be absolutely impossible for such a strange poisonous fog that could kill NPCs to appear.
Is this a butterfly effect caused by him, the illegal immigrant, or has the dark power of the black sorcerer already infiltrated this place beforehand?
If it's the former, he still has plenty of time to farm and develop.
If it's the latter, then the world has already entered its countdown to destruction.
"Phew..." Lynn let out a soft breath in his heart.
No matter what lies ahead, whether it's an abyss or a sea of fire, you have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time.
These four hungry little players in front of him are his only hope of tearing through this fog.
He suppressed his anxiety and put on the indifferent expression typical of game NPCs.
He then strode towards the group of players who were still chattering.
"Quiet, adventurers from afar."
Lynn's voice had a unique NPC quality that instantly put the audience in control.
The three people and the dog suddenly turned around and stared intently at the NPC wearing a GM hat.
Without wasting words, Lynn pointed directly to the thick green mist in the distance, beginning his long-planned grandiose scheme:
"Welcome to this cursed land."
No need to look anymore. What you are in now is just the most remote island in this vast world.
Beyond this poisonous fog lies the vast and boundless Treasure Island, where sky cities pierce the clouds, ancient mines lie buried deep underground, and endless resources can drive you utterly mad.
Seeing the players' eyes light up instantly, Lynn felt that the first step of his plan had been successful:
"But before that, you have to prove to me that you are qualified to leave this village."
Lynn stood on the high ground, tightened his throat, and tried to make his voice sound like an emotionless execution program:
"This world is bound by the MapleStory Protection Agreement. Although you will be resurrected after death, there will be side effects."
As for what the side effects are? You'll have to find out for yourselves.
Therefore, you need to work hard to cultivate yourselves and try your best to avoid this kind of thing from happening.
Furthermore, in this world, your existence is a projection of consciousness, and you, in your original world, would not be in any danger.
Lynn hadn't fully figured out the death mechanism for the "leeks" (players who are easily exploited). However, at the very bottom of the control system, there was some information explaining that players had a resurrection mechanism.
"Did you hear that? This is what high technology is all about!" The climbing snail nodded excitedly, then suddenly remembered something and reached down to his crotch.
The whole roasted lamb glanced at him sideways: "What are you doing? In public."
"Let me take a look at the model."
The climbing snail looked serious. "Thankfully, it's not one of those cheap knock-offs that's just a blurry pixelated mess. Even the details are clearly visible. Guys, we really hit the jackpot with this first test!"
"Hey, look at that dog." The agent pointed to George, who was strolling gracefully to the side.
The grey and white greyhound was sitting on a soft cushion, tilting its head and looking at them with a look of pity for someone with intellectual disabilities.
"Is this really Xiaoyu's dog?" Roasted Whole Lamb leaned over, trying to reach out and pet the dog's head. "George? Come on, shake hands?"
"Woof!" George didn't raise his paw, but instead deftly took a step back, his eyes revealing a hint of anthropomorphic disdain.
"Holy crap, I've seen that look in the video before, it's definitely George himself."
The roasted whole lamb clicked his tongue in amazement: "Xiaoyu was crying his heart out in the group chat, but his dog is living a much better life here. Linzi, what's the dog's role in the game? Is it one of those pets you buy in the store that helps you pick up money and equipment?"
When Lin En was first called Lin Zi, he didn't react at first.
At that moment, he suddenly realized that he should be an NPC in the game, or rather, a GM leading these players to experience this brand new world.
"Because I am in the administrator form of consciousness loading,"
Lynn adjusted her voice again.
"In this dimension, I am not the same logical entity as the Lynn you know. You can call me the administrator or GM."
To prevent data backflow from interfering with this dimension, please do not discuss any private matters between you and Lynn with me here. Otherwise, the system will automatically disconnect you due to data interference.
We can't lose our composure. Besides, if they find out our true identities, we probably won't be able to boss these little minnows around so easily anymore.
"Oh, I get it, this is AI! Linzi fed part of his personality to the AI, and apart from the name, this GM has nothing to do with him anymore."
The climbing snail quickly grasped the secret and hurriedly offered its own conjecture.
The roasted whole lamb and the agent nodded in agreement.
want to laugh.
But you have to hold it in.
The power of imagination is truly amazing.
Lynn thought to herself: It's all up to the players. I haven't even figured out how to explain this yet, so you can just fill in the blanks yourself.
Lynn coughed lightly, drawing the three people's attention back to himself.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed intently on the forest beyond the outpost, his tone calm yet authoritative:
"Now that you have arrived, listen carefully. This is not the digital space you originally knew; this is the real world."
"This world is on the verge of collapse. Rainbow Village, where you stand, was once the most peaceful place on this land, but now, some mysterious, highly poisonous green mist is eroding the very foundation of everything. Do you see those withered plants? Those are the traces of the world's laws being gradually erased."
The whole roasted lamb quietly remarked, "This AI is really something. It's exactly like the way my boss at work forces me to hold meetings."
The agent shrank back and followed Lynn's gaze.
The maple leaves, which should have been vibrant, twisted and withered like charred plastic bags under the influence of the green mist. The sensory impact was far more realistic than any CG animation.
"The inhabitants here have begun to forget how to survive. But you, as adventurers summoned here, possess an immortal quality that the natives of this world do not have."
Lynn turned around, his white GM hat gleaming in the sunset.
"Your mission is to act as my vanguard, clearing away the products of these broken laws and rebuilding order for this world."
The little snail's eyes gleamed with excitement. "GM, what should we do? Should we just charge into the fog and unleash our fury?"
"If you rush in now, you'll only be assimilated into a pile of mud."
Lynn bluntly retorted, "Go downstairs and find Old Village Chief Lucas to collect your initial equipment."
Remember, there are no health bars in this world. If your neck is bitten off, the suffocation and excruciating pain will be felt very real.
Although I won't die, I don't want my first batch of pioneers to be all masochists.
Afterwards, Lynn led the four men and the dog down the stairs of the outpost, and old Lucas came forward carrying a few roughly polished wooden sticks and a backpack and handed them to him.
The little snail took the wooden stick, and the heavy feel of the wood and the sharp splinters made him gasp: "This is way too hardcore... Not even a beginner's gift pack?"
"Your gift packs are already waiting for you over there," Lynn said, pointing to the greyhound whose muscles were taut.
At this point, George was fully in hunting mode.
Its long limbs made no sound as they stepped on the mud, but its dog eyes shone with a sharp edge.
"In this world, strength, agility, and intelligence are no longer cold, hard numbers; you need to feel these abilities and attributes."
Lynn gave the order, "Follow George. Before dark, I want to see the mutated blue snails and flower mushrooms completely disappear within 100 meters south of the outpost, and bring back your spoils."
"Let's get started! Time to work!" The roasting lamb brandished the wooden stick, creating a whistling sound. "Whether it's AI or GM, I'm playing this game! George, lead the way!"
George darted into the bushes like a gray lightning bolt.
Watching the three of them howl as they charged toward the basketball-sized, foul-smelling, mutated blue snails, Lynn breathed a sigh of relief, his tense body relaxing.
"The first batch of leeks... no, the first batch of warriors have finally been fooled." Lynn looked down at the faint green mist swirling around his fingertips.
I wonder if players will get any benefits from killing monsters.