klisemfg Chapter 317 Simulation Game?
Chapter 317 Simulation Game?
"Holy crap, don't come any closer!"
The piercing crackling sound was as if it had been forcibly shoved deep into the cochlea, making Ye Rui's eardrums ache.
Just as he subconsciously turned his head, a door appeared out of thin air in front of him.
He recognized it at a glance; the door was the most popular minimalist style right now.
Only a faint, bluish light flowed along the edge of the door crack, out of place with the surrounding environment, like an installation artwork that had stepped out of a science fiction gallery.
Ye Rui's throat felt dry and tight, and he subconsciously swallowed.
He took a deep breath and gripped the Victory Hyper gun tightly with his slightly sweaty hands. The cool metallic touch calmed him down a bit.
My index finger rests lightly on the trigger, feeling the cold metal.
He slowly raised his other hand, paused for a second above the doorknob as if gathering strength, and then suddenly pushed the door open.
With his communication devices blocked, this logistics worker had no choice but to pick up a weapon and find other ways to break the deadlock.
The door opened easily with a gentle push, which surprised him, but also made him more wary.
Ye Rui turned to the side, remaining highly vigilant, his sharp gaze sweeping towards the inside of the door.
The sight before him made his heart tighten; he was back in that familiar yet unfamiliar hall.
Almost exactly as I remembered, rows of people sat in front of computers, their fingers flying across the keyboards, the clicking sound like rain pattering on a tin roof, the hum of the machines like the gasping of a dying beast, creating a chilling echo in the empty hall.
The sound of those keyboards was nothing like the light and cheerful sounds I'd heard during previous visits.
To his surprise, the air here was fresh, unlike the smell of many people working or playing together, and he couldn't hear anyone talking.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the screen in front of them, their necks slightly tilted forward, their shoulders stiff and tense, as if they were being held by invisible ropes.
Ye Rui had felt the atmosphere here was strangely eerie from the beginning. Now, thinking back on it carefully, he realized that these people were not just focused, but were in a state of frenzy. Their movements were stiff like puppets, and even their breathing had become unusually slow.
His gaze swept quickly across the rows of flashing screens.
Countless halos of light flickered before my eyes, and on each screen, the same clip was played repeatedly from different angles and at different frame rates: the moment Melba was reduced to flying fragments in the explosion.
The flickering light and shadow on those blank faces were like some kind of eerie projection.
In a corner of the hall, Ye Rui's gaze suddenly locked onto one person.
The man was hunched over, his hands hanging limply on the keyboard, with only his index finger stiffly pressing the space bar.
In the center of the screen, two huge, glaring, blood-stained Chinese characters read "Defeat".
The dark red light illuminated his pale face, his eyes were wide open and bloodshot, and deep in his pupils seemed to still linger the resentment of being betrayed and killed by his teammates.
Ye Rui's heart sank.
That almost inhumanly sharp explosion just now probably came from here, from the person whose face was nailed to the screen by the word "defeat".
Ye Rui silently approached the person whose screen displayed "Defeat".
He was a young man around twenty years old, with greasy hair plastered to his forehead and bloodshot eyes behind his glasses, staring intently at the image playing on a loop on the screen.
That image captured the moment Melba was struck and shattered into pieces.
"What are you doing?" Ye Rui asked in a low voice, his gun slightly lowered and not pointed at the other person, but he remained vigilant.
He could smell the sweat and cheap shampoo emanating from the other person, a mixture that created an unpleasant chemical odor.
The young man suddenly turned his head and looked at Ye Rui with lifeless eyes.
"Are you a newbie?" The young man's voice was dry and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.
His eyes slowly moved, his gaze sweeping over the Victory Hyper gun in Ye Rui's hand before returning to the screen, a barely perceptible fervor flashing in his eyes.
"Someone even cosplayed as the GUTS team."
"To be honest, your equipment is pretty average."
After saying that, he looked at Ye Rui and saw him move his lips as if he was about to speak, but he interrupted and said, "I know the rules, so I'll leave the rest to you."
As they were talking, without pausing for a moment, he stood up from his chair and gave his seat to Ye Rui.
Although Ye Rui had some doubts, he chose to remain silent.
When you're unsure of the situation, it's best to cooperate with the other party first.
He put away his Victory Hyper gun and took his seat.
The young man didn't leave. As if he knew the newcomer, he leaned down and pointed at the computer screen, saying, "This is a simulation game of Ultraman fighting monsters, specially developed by the game center."
"Players can play as either Ultraman or a monster."
"However, since Ultraman is controlled by AI, we can only choose his affiliated forces, such as the teams and equipment related to TPC."
"This includes the Victory Flying Swallow that appeared with the Victory Team, and even more powerful weapons are also possible."
Ye Rui's gaze shifted from the young man's excited, contorted face back to the dark screen.
The small, dark blue text that read "Fight Again" has disappeared, and the next screen is the faction selection page.
“A simulation game developed by ‘Game City’?” Ye Rui repeated in a low voice, his heart pounding heavily in his chest.
How could the existence of Ultraman and monsters, and those incredibly detailed battle statistics, be so accurately reproduced in a so-called "game city," and even used for entertainment? This is definitely not just a game.
“Yeah, ‘Ultraman Monster Fighting Simulator’, beta version!” The young man seemed to look at Ye Rui with new respect because of his calmness, and he became more talkative. Although his voice was still hoarse, it carried a kind of morbid excitement.
"As you can see, the AI playing Ultraman is too strong, especially Naga, which is almost unbeatable!"
We tried every faction and weapon we could unlock, and the win rate was horribly low... no, almost zero!
However, the official statement says there is a possibility of a 'theoretical victory' if a 'protocol vulnerability' can be found or an unusual operation can be detected.
As he spoke, his gaze began to wander, looking at the other figures who were still silently twisting their necks and staring at them with empty eyes. A look of fear and numbness flashed across his face.
"If you can't find it, keep searching... until..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but Ye Rui already understood.
Seeing that Ye Rui seemed to understand, the young man decided to explain his own thoughts.
"Therefore, I suggest you choose the monster's side, because..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw that Nori had directly chosen the Ultraman side and even confirmed the Victory Team.