"I don't believe it!" Li Sansheng gritted his teeth, unwilling to give up. He adjusted the difficulty to the second level and began to play. The result was that he fought back and forth, but he still lost. He began to put in coins again. Obviously, after Zhang Xiao, another person had fallen. The one in front of him had almost forgotten about his lover in the Underworld and blissfully integrated into the brick-moving family.
After a few times, the audience roared with laughter.
"Hurry up and come down."
"Your fighting skills are not good enough!"
"Brother Casanova, you are not made to be the King of Fighters!"
"Li Sansheng, you are really not talented. Once you are anxious, you will be flustered and your mind will be blank." A celestial at the side could not stand it anymore. He suddenly felt an itch and laughed. "Let me do it! I was once an extremely strong celestial warrior in the Celestial Realm! I killed countless enemies and obtained a lot of merits. I will let you guys see my fighting skills! "
After saying that, he borrowed a coin and began to play on the arcade machine.
"As expected of a battle-type celestial genius, simply amazing!"
"If you train in the King of Fighters 98, if you were alive, you might be able to reach the seventh level of the Heavenly Emperor!"
The surrounding people quickly surrounded and began to discuss. It was like the atmosphere of the arcade hall in the eighties and nineties of the last century. Sometimes, happiness was so simple and boring.
In fact, when they first came to the Yellow Springs Road and waited to be reincarnated, everyone had a grudge against each other. After all, there was a deep hatred between the races in the three paths. However, after carrying bricks in the reincarnation for a period of time, they understood that everyone's reincarnation was different. There was no longer a difference between factions. In the reincarnation, everyone was born equal. This gradually seeped into people's hearts, and there was no barrier.
The live broadcast room was bustling with people watching them play games.
"What a cute group of people."
"Wow wow wow, the Underworld, I love it."
"The wind of the Underworld is pure."
"I want to come in and farm too. We can live in harmony and help build a beautiful new home."
…
In just a few days in the Underworld, the popularity of the King of Fighters 98 suddenly caught up with the popular Samsara Daily. They were vaguely on par with each other. Carrying bricks for coins and then training their fighting skills, everyone enjoyed it.
The reform of the Underworld and the construction of Fengdu were completely on the right track.
From a few simple core facilities, a road, a bridge … it gradually became prosperous and truly began to look like the huge Underworld in the legends!
"You're not bad." Shangguan Man praised Cat Hopping. She was also very surprised. She hadn't expected that she would be able to miraculously hire a group of dead people who were in a hurry to reincarnate to help rebuild Hell.
Previously, everyone was fighting to be reincarnated, and it was extremely crowded. But now, it was almost the other way around. Everyone was unwilling to reincarnate …
In the following half a month, Maopao worked like a madman, creating a few arcade machines and putting them into use in the Battle Pavilions.
Moreover, the next step of the plan required a large amount of manpower. They directly began to recruit on a large scale. At the source of the Road to the Netherworld, they put up advertisements for the newcomers.
"Are you still sad that your battle talent is weak?"
"Are you still sad that you have reincarnated for several lifetimes and are still struggling at the bottom, unable to become an expert and shake the world?"
"Give me King of Fighters 98! Train in Samsara and use your sweat to forge your future! Using the sufferings of this world to write the glory of the next world! He engraved his battle instincts into the depths of his bones and soul and brought them with him to the afterlife! I'll wait for you here! "
…
Very quickly, this slogan completely affected the hearts of all the newcomers who had just arrived at Samsara.
In this simple and honest ancient world, where had they ever seen such a stirring slogan? It made them completely addicted to the game, unable to extricate themselves.
Outside, the momentum of the livestream grew, and the internet was in a complete uproar.
[The true infinite possibilities, the first virtual reality sandbox MMORPG? Writing novels and creating game consoles in the online Underworld! Even advertising!]
At this moment, this Weibo article was firmly at the top of the trending list.
After all, this was the first MMORPG for the general public. It had only been a few days since the server was launched, and they were all discussing Maopao's actions. Many were scolding him, and some were condemning him.
"As for the advertisement, it's actually a very simple advertising mentality: give the buyer a reason to convince themselves to buy. For example, a discount, good for the body, and to build a foundation for the future. Most of the time, they will convince themselves and be addicted to it.
"And the one who came up with the idea was most likely a swindler who was proficient in online marketing and had written a proposal.
"Good and honest ancient world, the atmosphere of the Underworld, you messed with it and poisoned them with the rubbish of Earth's culture!"
…
Many people condemned him, calling him shameless.
After all, before, everyone's fantasies were very beautiful.
The future MMORPG depicted in novels, sci-fi, and movies, wearing the virtual reality helmet, entering the gaming cabin, and experiencing the beautiful alternate world!
At this moment, everyone realized that dreams were plentiful, but reality was very harsh. How could the players not mess around in a world with an extremely high degree of freedom? Writing novels, marketing, farming, and all kinds of idiotic behavior followed one after another. It was a dazzling lineup!
At this moment, many girls who were looking forward to a good experience in a foreign country suddenly burst into tears.
"Sob sob sob, my mom told me that fairy tales are all lies! You damn idiots, you're still livestreaming!? The style has completely changed! Please don't do this anymore! "
"The beautiful alternate world, the ancient restaurants full of delicious food, the delicious fruits on the streets, the heroes jumping on roofs and running on walls, the heroic spirit, it's all a lie … As soon as the players enter, the style is instantly covered with advertisements, bicycles start to appear on the streets, and newspapers …"
…
Many people began to call for the protection of the environment, starting with themselves, to maintain the ecological peace of the alternate world. At this time, the first holographic virtual reality MMORPG appeared. This was the best era, and it was also the era that needed the most self-discipline. The players should not destroy the customs of the alternate world, or they would be the victims.
"Self-discipline? How is that possible? It's hard for them not to do something! "
Some experts were very clear about this, and they even appeared on some CCTV news discussion programs.
…
Click!
The television was turned off.
Xu Zhi just shook his head and smiled.
He clearly knew that this was inevitable. After all, he had begun to face the public, and it was inevitable that he would be pushed to the forefront of the public opinion of an era.
This was also why he did not want to start an online game before. He just wanted to farm quietly. Did status, power, and wealth in reality have any meaning? To him, it no longer mattered.
Even though he could not be bothered now. What did it have to do with him how they messed around and talked about online games?
The public opinion had nothing to do with him.
All he needed to do was to farm in peace.
On the other hand, because of all kinds of public opinion, the number of people in the live broadcast room increased.
They began to talk about new content. After all, the current arcade game could only be difficult for level 3 powerhouses. The biggest technical problem was how to increase the difficulty, and the most direct way was to increase the speed of the battle. To put it simply, it was to increase the number of frames. To achieve a speed of more than a dozen fights per second was barely achievable with modern science and technology. It was just that these dynamic scenes could not be seen with the naked eye of mortals.
But it was difficult for the current conditions and equipment in Hell. Moreover, constantly increasing the speed of the scene was like drinking poison to quench thirst.
A famous young professor in reality joined the discussion. He was in his thirties, the age to come into contact with new things. He was also from the generation of the King of Fighters.
"Perhaps we can't increase the speed of the scene, but just increase the difficulty of the buttons. For example, level 3 requires 8 buttons to launch a combo. Level 4 requires 16 buttons, level 5 requires 68 buttons …"
"That speed is simply amazing! But it can still be considered a solution! "
"Also, since this is the Eighteen Levels of Hell, there will naturally be 18 stages. Just characters from the King of Fighters are not enough! There must be other characters, and they must be of a high enough level. Everyone, what character should we use? "
"We want a Chinese style!"
As the discussion went on, they gradually came to a conclusion.
…
…
A few days later, a new improved street arcade booth appeared, pushing the difficulty of the Celestial Emperor Realm in one go.
Zhang Xiao was extremely excited when he received the news. This time, he did not want to be watched. He did not even tell Li Sansheng. He anxiously abandoned the construction project and secretly went to the combat booth alone.
"Eh? There are so many more stages? "
He widened his eyes and frowned slightly. He rubbed his palms and smiled, like a nerd who was looking forward to a new version of a game. "The later difficulties are unlocked. I wonder what terrifying existences are imprisoned behind the ancient mighty figures such as Kyo Kusanagi and Iori Yagami?"
Ding!
He skipped the previous stages and was very confident. He directly clicked on the seventh difficulty of the Celestial Emperor Realm, Combat.
In the character selection, there were a bunch of elegant, sage-like, peerless characters. They were extremely mysterious and extraordinary. He randomly chose one. This person had white hair that draped over his shoulders. He had a dignified appearance, like a peerless prince. He wore a lotus crown, carried a sword sheath, held a horsetail whisk in one hand, and held a golden leaf in the other. There was a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows.
"Su Huanzhen."
Three words appeared in front of him. At the same time, a voice appeared, softly reciting an elegant poem with a Min Nan accent.
A demigod and a demigod is a demigod. A complete scholar and a complete Daoist is a perfect sage.
There are thousands of books in the mind, and you control half of the world.
"This!!?"
Zhang Xiao was quite excited at first, but his hands suddenly trembled.
Hearing such a shocking poem, one could only feel an unbelievably terrifying pressure. It was as if it was narrating the life of a peerless almighty being!
He quickly began to ponder.
"Su Huanzhen, this person has never appeared in history. I've never heard of her in the Celestial Realm or the Mortal Realm … Why is she imprisoned here? Suffering the pain of reincarnation?! Is she not in this life, but in … the ancient myths? "
He took a deep breath, knowing that this might be a shocking secret.
"There's a secret in the ancient times? In the Underworld, there are some terrifying ancient existences that can shake the heavens and make ghosts and gods weep? "
As he thought about it, he suddenly felt his mouth go dry. He began to suppress his nervousness, panic, fear, and other complex emotions. This person was suppressed in the depths of the Underworld. He was probably at least a Celestial Emperor, or perhaps a legendary "God" who was imprisoned?
However, there were only a few Celestial Emperors in the Celestial Realm, and he was the first Celestial Emperor in the Mortal Realm.
There were very few Celestial Emperors in the current era. Was there a True God above the Seventh Stage?
Too many mysteries began to bother him. He held the joystick tightly, not daring to think about it.
He had endured all kinds of strange things in the Underworld, and his resistance to it was extremely high. He even felt inexplicably grateful to Emperor Yun for killing him, allowing him to come to the Underworld after death and witness all kinds of incredible and mysterious scenes.
He looked at the next person, whose temperament was even more indescribable. He wore an emperor's robe and carried a faint pressure. His name was even more shocking to him.
"Qi Tiandi."
Another poem was recited.
The Dao and Bitterness Realms met with a demonic calamity, and the gods descended to the mortal world.
The Cloud Crossing Celestial Realm fell, and the Nine Prefectures were destroyed.
Zhu Wu defied the heavens, and the three Connate Sects turned the tide.
The Path of Swords appeared again, and the Brahma would eventually abandon the heavens.
…
"This, this, this! Who exactly is Qi Tiandi? How dare he name himself Qi Tiandi!? … Such a life, Celestial Emperors seemed a little impossible. Could it be that these are really True Gods? Or are they gods with extremely powerful combat strength? " His eyes widened completely, and he looked at the people in the Gates of Hell through the glass. It was as if he saw a magnificent ancient mythological era. It was countless eras ago, when a group of ancient mighty figures roared, caused disasters, and destroyed. It might even be related to a certain supreme existence in the legends!
He suddenly thought of the mysterious Emperor who controlled the Reincarnation Realm. Why was the huge Underworld empty, and only he was left? Where did the rest of the people go?
And the Celestial Realm and the Mortal Realm had only developed for a short three hundred years. Where did the previous years go?
What was the mysterious origin of the Six Paths of Reincarnation?
"There is only one mysterious Emperor left in the Underworld. Could it be the change of the Six Paths of Reincarnation? Taking over the Underworld? Fighting fiercely? Did they succeed, but it was very tragic, and only the leader of the resistance was left, and he began to control the Underworld? Or did he fail to seize power, and all of them were suppressed, and there was only one person left in charge of the Underworld, and he began to make another move? "
The more Zhang Xiao thought about it, the more he trembled.
Even though he was a man of great talent and strategy, he secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He thought that if this spread out, it would cause a huge uproar, wouldn't it? Unfortunately, how could he pass through it? Even they had to forget about it! Even the Mortal Realm and the Celestial Realm did not know the structure and name of the Underworld, the extremely mysterious world after death.
"Even if I know too much horror, I will eventually forget about it." He looked at the next person with a carefree and happy temperament.
"The South Wind does not compete."
It was another poem.
The galloping North horse is full of pride, and the singing South Wind is full of death.
…
"Hiss …"
It was unbelievable!
Another ambitious and ruthless character.
Perhaps he was much weaker than the previous Qi Tiandi, but he should be far stronger than him.
Zhang Xiao had always fought bravely and had never been timid or afraid. But at this moment, it was as if someone had poured ice water all over his body. He was drenched, and a strong sense of dizziness and coldness assaulted him.
Every character he looked at had the demeanor of an immortal, peerless in their generation. Every line of poetry was very short, but it was very concise. If one carefully savored it, there would be a different kind of elegance. It made one feel as if they were looking at heroes from ancient myths, their magnificent and resplendent lives.
"Fu Ying House Master."
Poem:
Beautiful orchids and proud plums are admired by the world, but few are hidden in the dark.
Don't look at a hundred flowers competing for beauty, but only love the fragrance of sparse cherry blossoms.
…
He looked carefully, and there were actually more than a hundred people.
Zhang Xiao sat in front of the arcade machine and turned the joystick. He was completely stunned.
As expected of the Gate of Hell, it actually suppressed so many terrifying people and suffered such torture. They had to fight on the spot, day and night, and they even had to be played with by weaklings like him. They could casually throw in coins and control their bodies. It was simply the greatest shame of the strong!
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