Xia Ni Ming's expression instantly froze! His face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
This was supposed to be a forum for people who loved to learn. It was supposed to make people go bald and receding their hairlines. Yet, these idiots didn't seem to be learning. Instead, they were chatting like crazy. Their skills were much more mature than before … He was dumbfounded.
The surrounding people were instantly amused.
They were no longer speaking. Were they starting to doubt their lives?
This was an amazing operation! Exploding the hidden Almighty God, this was a big move, it made one's scalp go numb.
"Coach, I want to learn how to be funny!"
"Hiss!! This fools' skills are profound and have reached perfection. Who knows how many cycles of cultivation he has! Don't provoke him! "
…
Although many people were making a fuss, those were the netizens who could not participate or help. They were just killing time out of boredom. Those who could help were already taking action.
The fastest to act were the major research institutes. Their first reaction was to let this player survive in the apocalyptic wasteland. Then, they would find some mechanical armors and disassemble them for them to take screenshots for research.
Although this might not be able to gain much knowledge, as magical machinery was powered by magical energy, no matter how little technology there was, it was enough to move them.
Moreover, the best way was to find survivors in the wasteland. Find mechanical engineering scientists and obtain the principles from their memories.
"Start analyzing the released species pictures and information! Find demon beasts that can be fused with bloodlines and create gene fusion potions! "
…
Under the white light, countless people were walking and waiting.
On the other side, training was still on the agenda. After all, it was difficult to complete in a short period of time. Xia Ni Ming was still very weak and relied on Du Xue.
Inside a crashed mechanical spaceship, half of it had collapsed and sunk into the mud. However, it was still a temporary camp for dozens of survivors.
Du Xue was looking at the report. "In the camp, the current job distribution is: one doctor, one all-element mecha operator, one all-element melee expert, one all-element mage …"
Although 'skills' could be transferred, everyone's brain capacity was limited. It was impossible to instill too many jobs. Everyone took on one job and the division of labor was the best.
The brain also differed from person to person.
Most of them were third-class citizens. They had to modify three circuits before they could activate the pineal gland. Not only was their computing ability low, but their natural brain capacity could only accommodate one professional mastery.
It sounded like a single person's brain could only learn a single job, but the capacity of the human brain was very small … but that was not the case. Job proficiency was the pinnacle of a domain. It would take at least a hundred years of normal study to obtain a tremendous amount of knowledge.
For example, "Medical Expert" was equivalent to the top medical experts of the Ishudal people. Surgery, internal medicine, orthopedics …
Every field was extremely profound and had a terrifying amount of storage. Naturally, it was possible for one's brain to explode … Furthermore, it was impossible for one's brain to be completely filled with knowledge. That would be a warning that one's "computer memory" was insufficient.
According to the law, at least 80% of the brain's remaining memory space must be reserved.
Second-class and First-class citizens were naturally born with better "memory" aptitudes. They were fast, had high memory, and could pursue multiple occupations. For example, Du Xue was a First-class citizen.
"In Kitten's words, it's like playing an RPG wasteland management game. Every 'character' has aptitudes. First-class citizens have three skill slots, second-class citizens have two skill slots, and first-class citizens have one skill slot … Furthermore, every member of your team is good at different skills. What kind of skills you add points to learn depends on you."
She was calculating the distribution of occupations in the team. "The new Mizar has a good talent in medicine. Maybe he can learn" Medical Expert "… It's so hard to find an excellent survivor!"
Occupational skills were not something that could be copied mechanically. Everyone could do it. For example, if someone had the talent in medicine, but you put the knowledge of "Mech Piloting Expertise" into his brain, the effect would naturally be very low and he would not be able to use it at all.
In fact, she wanted to find a mechanic who could repair mechs. She wanted to get the knowledge of "Machinery Specialization" from him. Then, some people in the camp could copy and learn it, and the profession of mechanic would be added.
"If we have a mechanic in the camp who can repair mechs, it would be much more comfortable." She pressed her forehead with difficulty and gradually gained the aura of a leader. "I haven't found such survivors in the other nearby survivor camps … Now that the internet is blocked, we could download it freely in the past. No one worried about this at all."
Today, more than 95% of the human race had been infected. Mechanics who could repair mechs were already very rare and difficult to find.
If too many survivors gathered together, it would cause a zombie tide. Thus, they could not gather together and live. In the entire Noni City, there were 17 survivor teams of various sizes.
She did not expose that she had a dynamic key. She had the highest authority and was someone who walked outside the law.
She looked down at the knowledge in her brain. It was the knowledge of the three skills in combat and magic. "Kitten … let me develop the ability of determination (awakening), to be able to turn it on and off freely …"
She closed her eyes and felt that it was getting more and more difficult. It was as if she was struggling at death's door in a desperate situation. "I heard that it's not just the Lickers … In the depths of the disaster, there's also a Tyrant. It's huge and has the body of an ape … Also, there seems to be a mastermind behind the recent zombie tide, driving them away …"
Mastermind behind the scenes?
To be able to control zombies, was it a special type of zombie or some other creature?
The disaster of the world was constantly spreading.
At this moment, in another part of the ruins outside the camp.
A balloon was flying in the sky to investigate, looking at the roaring zombies below. "Youngsters, unless you reach level 6, you won't be able to fly. With your IQ, you won't be able to fly a plane …"
As for encountering level 6 zombies … he did not feel that he was that unlucky. Those were monsters that could only appear in Veolia in the depths of the center.
As he flew, he looked at his side and quietly approached a fountain square. There was a black Licker covered in pus and rotting with a long and thin tongue … He picked up the old-fashioned walkie-talkie and gave orders.
"Yes, this is a level 4 Licker. Sneak up from behind. Its butt is its biggest weakness!"
A group of people used stealth to sneak up. A muscular man controlled the mech and suddenly pressed down.
"Hey, we caught it. It's struggling very hard! F * ck! It broke free! "
"Quick, main tank, follow up and pull the aggro of this Licker! Yes! Don't get licked! I'm talking to you, mechanical tank, taunt and pull the aggro! These things have no IQ! "
"Mage, follow up! Mud Spell, restrict movement. Retreat! Retreat! Kite, do you understand! "
"Mage at the side, don't attack. You don't have to join the battle. You are in charge of shielding the surrounding battle aura to avoid attracting a zombie tide. We will all die here. "
…
After a few minutes of intense fighting, they successfully took down the opponent without suffering any losses.
Victory!
No House for Licker!
Xia Niming was instantly satisfied.
Group fight? Playing games?
This was professional.
Suddenly, Du Xue's walkie-talkie rang in the camp. Xia Niming's voice immediately became gentle. "Dear, what's the matter?"
However, the next second, his face gradually stiffened. The range of the walkie-talkie should not be that wide. This was already more than 800 meters away. Then who was nearby, secretly contacting me …
The walkie-talkie needed to be synchronized. How could the other party …
A hoarse voice came from the other side.
"Mysterious creature … we should talk."
This was a zombie!
Xia Niming's mind went blank. He turned his head to look at the surrounding streets and buildings.
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