Like most humans, when Rex was born, he was dealing with the game warehouse, or virtual warehouse.

Since the failure of human exploration of outer space and the continuous destruction of the earth's ecological environment, to the end that billions of humans can only live in man-made ecosystems, virtual warehouses have become an indispensable thing for everyone in this world.

When they were born, they wore vr glasses and learned about the outside world through vr. When they grow up and their brains have sufficient capacity, they connect to the virtual warehouse, learn in the virtual warehouse, and maintain their lives with nutrient solution. , You can choose to work and get resources through work, or you can choose to do nothing, receive a game warehouse, and spend your life in the game.

Anyway, there are too many people and fewer people. The entire human society only needs a small number of people to maintain basic operations. Most people are already aggravating the burden of this society. Living in the game warehouse depends on the nutrition provided every month. Life is a good life.

It’s just not like people who have jobs, who want to buy a few games and buy a few games. Those who choose to receive social welfare can only choose one game to spend the rest of their life in.

Rex chose a game called First Class Citizen.

It is said that in this game, human beings are divided into one to nine classes and slaves, with strict levels among each other. Players entering the game are first-class citizens and can enjoy the best life.

Compared to real-life games, Rex prefers the feeling of being a winner in life.

He didn't want to feel what he had struggled all the way and finally succeeded. He just wanted to be a master from the beginning, so that everyone would be in awe of him and fear him.

This is why he dared to make a guarantee to Lisa and Rowan in the game, promising that as long as he can live to the end, he will definitely help them get rid of their slave status.

Although he forgot the memory, his instinct to contempt the npc in the game made Rex realize that he is different from the low-level citizens in the game. As long as he wants, the world can change as he wants. Anyway, it is him. Human stand-alone game.

The others are just NPCs who play games with him.

Thinking like this, Rex lay back in the game compartment.

The white palace in the middle of the city is farther than Zhao Hanlian imagined.

Rao is that after searching a few rooms, she started cheating with her spiritual sense, speeding up the search, and she will step into the edge of the palace just before it gets dark.

The door blasted open. Just as she was about to step in, a gust of wind roared from behind. She turned her head and saw the place where the sand and the sky intersect in the distance, swallowing the last ray of light, and the sky was completed in an instant. In order to realize the transformation of light and darkness, before the transformation was completed, she was quietly rolling up the street behind her, and at the same time, it was accompanied by strange footsteps.

When the sky went dark, the lights in the palace suddenly ignited automatically, and the whole palace became magnificent, like a candle in the dark, attracting moths to approach.

The light from the palace shone onto the street, allowing Zhao Hanlian to see the strange things that appeared on the street, such as scorpions, corpses, mice... and some mixed in it, like a mummy-like human body.

When she saw them, they seemed to have discovered it, and suddenly turned their heads, and countless pairs of faint eyes looked at her across the night sky.

Zhao Hanhan took a step back subconsciously.

boom--

The open door wiped the bridge of her nose together, and the door close to the ground swept the inrushing creatures out like a broomstick, leaving only shallow blood stains on the ground. These blood stains faded and disappeared at the speed of the naked eye. But in the blink of an eye, the ground became as clean as new, as if nothing had appeared.

Zhao Hanhan suddenly felt a chill.

She turned around and looked at the palace.

This is an empty palace. There is nothing but the sixteen pillars supporting the main hall. The palace is very high, with an inverted hemispherical dome on top. The highest point is about tens of meters, and there are murals on all sides, except for Zhao Hanhan. At the door behind him, there was no place to go in or out for the time being.

The sound of the boots stepping on the smooth floor was clear and loud, and Zhao Hanli walked to the mural with vigilance and cautiousness.

Nothing happened.

"What is painted on the wall?" an audience member asked.

"I don't care what the painting is, I just want to know when they will get together."

"This level is not as interesting as the last one..."

The audience complained about the progress of this level.

Without chasing and killing each other, the game seemed to become less interesting all of a sudden.

At least for them, they are not interested in seeing any decryption.

But Zhao Hanhan was very interested.

Her gaze was like a scanner, quickly scanning the murals on the wall. The murals were very abstract. There were forty-nine murals in total. She suddenly understood what the front meant when she saw the middle.

Roughly speaking, this is a country with spring seasons and abundant supplies. One day, the surrounding environment is suddenly covered by yellow sand, the land that can be planted becomes less and less, and people’s living space and resources are constantly being compressed. Compressed again, some people tried to find other suitable places to survive, but never returned. The remaining people either became depressed or restless under the pressure of survival, causing great social unrest.

After describing the country’s crisis, on one of the murals, a man who appeared to be a national teacher offered an idea to the king. Under the idea of ​​the national teacher, this country was covered by a formation, most people fell asleep, their dreams were connected together, the dream was the world in their memory, and the rest of the people Use the remaining land to cultivate in the city, and provide energy for these sleeping people through the crops produced.

But gradually, there was less and less land left, and fewer and fewer people worked. They did not work without complaint. Therefore, in order to reduce the workload, some people began to secretly remove the people in charge from the battle. The method was taken out and buried in the soil. Suddenly, the soil that was about to lose its vitality covered by yellow sand, sprouts...

Zhao Hanhan thoughtfully.

The Jinjiang system looked confused, "Han, what are the things mentioned above?"

"It's about a piece of history," Zhao Hanhan gently covered the bud of the last picture with his finger, "a piece of human history."

She had a faint guess in her heart, but this guess was too shocking, and there was no fact to rely on, so she didn't plan to say it.

Click, click, click——

The bud in the mural suddenly sank when Zhao Hanhan put his finger on it. With the sound of a mechanism turning, the mural in front of her suddenly turned into a door, slowly backing away.

The lights in the hall suddenly went out without wind, and at the same time, the corridor in front of Zhao Hanhan lit up.

Old trick.

Zhao Hanhan raised his foot and stepped in without hesitation.

Anyway, she doesn't have a choice now, right?

"Wow... Our No. 11 player has made the fastest progress. She is the first to enter the palace and is the first to discover the palace's organs. Can she be the first to reach the throne?"

Outside the big screen, the host is humane.

He smiled and said, "By the way, did I forget to announce a rule."

"The first person to sit on the throne is the last survivor. Everyone will die immediately when she sits on the throne."

No need to kill other people, no need to go through many days, just walk up to a throne, sit on it, and everything is at your fingertips.

As soon as this rule was announced, everyone's face changed drastically.

Zhao Hanhan didn't worry about Shen Yunshu's arrival at the throne first, but she couldn't guarantee other people.

As long as you sit on it, you can win the final victory. Why not do such a good thing?

It's a pity that without a map, she can't know whether she is heading in the right direction, but in this hall, there is often only one exit from each room.

She can only speed up.

After all, although she was able to use mental power and Nirvana, if the world really had any means to obliterate her, she would not be able to escape at the physical level.

In the darkness, two voices sounded abruptly--

"Why did you suddenly change the rules?"

"Didn't you find it? Someone who is awakened appeared."

"Awakener? Where's your soldier? Why don't you do it on the soldier."

"My king, my soldiers can't enter the survival game. You know, the survival system is always so troublesome, so I can only let it change the rules a little bit."

"Can you really kill the awakened?"

"Of course...no. I can't promise you that I can kill the awakened, but I can assure you that at least one of the two awakened will remain. Only one of them can survive."

Just when Zhao Hanhan was looking at the black shadow that suddenly appeared in front of him, looking serious, Mrs. Green, who was kept in his own home, suddenly received a call.

She was locked in a room, cut off from all communication with the outside world, and she could not even watch survival games. The only thing she could know from the maid’s mouth was the news that Zhao Hanhan was still alive and not dead in the survival game. , This is her last relief.

The call came strangely and unexpectedly.

Who will call her? Could it be that her husband failed? No, no, her husband doesn't use the most traditional telephone at home. He always uses a personal computer to project directly in front of her, and speaks to her like a charity in a reserved and aloof manner.

"Hello, this is Green..."

"Are you Ms. Nancy Glton?"

Galton... this is really a distant surname.

Ever since she married Mr. Green and changed her surname to Green, not to mention her original surname, Mrs. Green has almost forgotten her name.

She grabbed the phone, "Yes, it's me, may I ask what's the matter?"

"Do you want to save the 11th player in the survival game?"

Mrs. Green's breathing tightened suddenly, "...how do you know."

"Please don't worry about how we knew it," the voice of the person on the phone was inconsistent. It seemed that something like a voice changer was used. It sounded a little strange. "Do you want to know the cause of your daughter's death?"

The cause of her daughter's death?

Didn't her daughter die in a simple floating car accident?

Yes, yes, the floating car has been in use for so many years, and it has always been stable and safe. The probability of an accident is less than 0.1%. Why is it so small that her daughter happened to run into it? There must be a conspiracy, there must be some ulterior secret, just like she guessed at the beginning, those people killed her because of her daughter's egalitarianism. Don't think that she didn't read the online reports. Recently, because of various accidents. Most of those who died were affirmatives.

It's just that as soon as they die, the whole person is like being erased from the world. Everyone will no longer remember them, and all the information about them will be erased from the Internet.

Mrs. Green thought that if there were no daughters of her own among the dead, she would probably forget them too.

She opened the drawer and took out a huge book from it. The book was a newspaper clipping she made after her daughter's death.

She was not close to her daughter before she was alive, but as a mother, she always cared about each other. Many newspapers that reported what her daughter did, although she was angry, they were also carefully collected by her.

Unexpectedly, these newspapers that once made her furious and yelled at her at the dinner table for losing her noble demeanor became her last trace of concern for her daughter.

Looking at the Qiao Xiao Yanran daughter in the newspaper, she held the clippings in her arms and opened a drawer below.

A pocket-sized pistol lay quietly in the drawer.

The voice of the person on the phone rang in her ears--

"Contestant No. 11 is very likely to be the Awakened. I don't have much time. I can't explain the detailed meaning of the Awakened to you on the phone. You just need to know that she and your daughter are a kind of person. Once she leaves to survive In the game, she will be hunted down from all directions, and the whole world will not let her go."

"Our action has reached the final juncture. If you want to save her, if you want to save a child like your daughter, you must take action."

"—Kill your husband."

When she stretched her hand to the pistol in the drawer, Mrs. Green found herself like a patient with Parkinson's, with her fingers and wrist shaking constantly.

She grabbed her wrist with her other hand, forced herself to calm down, took a deep breath, and grabbed the pistol into her hand.

She didn't know if what the person on the phone said was true or false.

But she had no choice... She couldn't. Looking at the other child, she disappeared before her eyes.