Logging into the game required setting up an image and a game ID. When Fang Zhao had received the 10th-generation console, he had registered an account that was commonly used in Fiery Bird games. He had thought of many IDs, but all of them were already being used. The name "Fang Zhao" was also being used. It was probably a player with the same name and surname.
Finally, Fang Zhao typed in "AliveAfter500Years." The system indicated that no one was using it, so he used it. In his previous life, when Fang Zhao had been on the brink of death, he had wished to continue living. He still remembered the regret of stopping at 99 out of 100 steps. However, he had not expected that when he opened his eyes, he would have jumped to 500 years in the future. The 500 years that he had missed could only be understood through images. Although there were still regrets, at least he had seen the development of these 500 years. If his old friends knew about this, they would definitely clamor to live another 500 years. If they could really live another 500 years, they would still be able to meet Fang Zhao now. Unfortunately, there were no ifs.
As for his image, Fang Zhao chose to make some slight changes to his current image. Fang Zhao could not remember exactly what he had looked like when he was young in his previous life. He could only make some changes based on the vague impression in his memory. Then, he added two scars on his face. This was similar to his appearance in the latter half of his previous life. Since his height was similar to his previous life, there were no changes.
Zu Wen and the others laughed when they saw the scars Fang Zhao had added to their in-game avatars. "We know Boss worships martyrs. You even imitated the scars of a martyr."
Fang Zhao only smiled and did not explain.
Zu Wen and the others did not use their own in-game avatars. Pang Pusong was a little short and fat in real life, but his in-game avatar was like a tall and mighty bodybuilder. Zu Wen's avatar was set to be 80% similar to his real self, but he added an afro and two strange curved beards. The others, like Zu Wen, added some changes to their avatars.
The people from the virtual projects department formed teams and entered together. The other players did the same. The people from the gaming clubs all formed teams and entered together.
After confirming that he had officially entered, the scene before his eyes changed, and a peaceful scene of the Old Era appeared before him.
The clear sound of the guqin was rhythmically played as the screen changed. The scene in front of them was similar to what was introduced in some of the expansion packs, so the people who saw it were not very surprised. They only looked forward to the scene quickly passing by. They were eager to enter the game and show off their skills!
"I heard that the opening clip is two minutes long?" someone said.
"It's too long. Why can't I fast-forward?"
"Let's wait. It's only two minutes."
The team members chatted with each other.
Soon, the sound of the zither became distant and hazy. The long notes surged, slow and oppressive. The string music with a low mood sounded, causing people's fragile nerves to tense up. There seemed to be some discordant sounds coming from a distant place. It sounded like people's cries, but it also seemed like it was caused by something else.
His field of vision began to shake violently, as if there was a giant beast churning underground. The surface of the ground was like a carpet that had been lifted up and shaken by someone. The ground beneath his feet began to crack, and a bottomless crack appeared. Not far away, a huge cave-in appeared. The viaduct that the vehicles were on broke, and the buildings collapsed in an instant. The bustling city turned into ruins in the blink of an eye. The seaside city in the distance was engulfed by the tsunami. Giant ships capsized, meteorites fell from the sky, and volcanoes erupted.
The vibrato of the strings made it sound like someone was shivering, and the drumming was like the roar of a boulder hitting the ground. It was also like an invisible sledgehammer pounding on people's hearts. The flames of the explosion rose up along with the land, blocking everyone's line of sight. It was like a raging inferno. The whole world was finished!
The whimpering sound of a bugle horn carried with it a dark hue. The melancholy and low string music was like the ever-spreading despair of a fallen city. The realistic visual impact, coupled with the tense music, created a suffocating atmosphere.
An electronically synthesized sound effect brushed past their ears, as if someone was running hastily beside them. It tugged at the sensitive nerves of the players.
The players, who had been discussing, unknowingly stopped talking.
The sound of a piano entered faintly, like an old man recalling his faded memories. The combination of sound and shadow displayed the tragic world that had been devastated by the impact of that destructive force.
The field of vision began to zoom out. The city shrunk, and the tall buildings disappeared. What appeared before the eyes of all the players was a shrunken map of the world. The land was dark like withered flowers and leaves. It was full of cracks, and beneath the cracks was surging lava and flames that threatened to burn everything!
Its changes told everyone that from then on, the Old Era had ended and the Period of Destruction had begun.
The still heavy string music was permeated with some of the clarity of a piano. The music also began to reflect the struggle between two forces. One was the murderous intent of a disaster wreaking havoc, and the other was the tenacious struggle in a hopeless situation. The rhythm continued to increase, and the beating of the drums and the pulling of the strings became more forceful. The two main themes intertwined, and it was hard to separate them.
On the shrunken map, some spots of light that looked like stars gradually appeared. Every second, new spots of light appeared, and some spots of light disappeared. There were also some spots of light that grew bigger and bigger. In any case, the number of spots of light on the map increased.
Every dot of light represented a group that was fighting against fate. That was humanity's hope.
The sound effects filled the entire picture. Oboes and horns alternated, like souls rising from the ruins. The rumbling percussion represented the awe-inspiring feeling that came after fear. It was like that hellish era, when the refugees experienced a hair-raising process of joining forces after escaping death!
After a brief silence, brass, string, electronic music, and a harmony that seemed to come from the distant horizon interweaved together. It was extremely tense, the rhythm firm, and it outlined a grand spirit.
At the same time, on the map of the entire world, starting from the two poles, it advanced like a tidal wave. Everywhere it passed, from the wastelands to the ends of the sea, it gradually calmed down!
Watching all this, the players understood that this was the process of the world's transformation in that period of history. From the two poles to the equator, the journey of recovery began to spread.
And just when everyone thought it was over, a faint harmony that seemed to come from the distant boundary suddenly soared. The string music was divided into several different parts. Apart from the obvious high-pitched melody part, the middle part, which was hard to detect, fused with the distant and resounding harmony, making it difficult to distinguish. The music was like a boundless blue wave between heaven and earth in an instant. It was like the sudden appearance of the light that broke through the night!
It was as if an ice-cold electric current had penetrated their spines and reached their brains, causing their bodies to involuntarily tremble.
The ground beneath their feet shook once again, but it was different from the shaking that had occurred when the disaster had begun. Instead, something was breaking out of the ground!
Twelve ash-white stone bodies were revealed. Only their tips poked out, and those who were familiar with them understood what was going on.
Huangzhou Cemetery for Martyrs monument!
Yanzhou Cemetery for Martyrs monument!
Jizhou …
Tongzhou …
Azhou …
Jinzhou …
Lazhou …
Leizhou …
Mazhou …
Xizhou …
Muzhou …
Rongzhou …
Twelve monuments!
The main monuments of the twelve largest Cemetery for Martyrs in the world's twelve continents rose from the ground!
The murals and reliefs on them displayed the whizzing rain of bullets and the crisscrossing of blades, recreating that century-long period of bloody history. The lingering fog was like a spiritual white flame, like an undying soul. Set off by the epic grandeur of the music, it burned unceasingly!
This was not the roar of blood boiling, but a heroism that stemmed from the stillness!
The music faded amidst the sound of remembrance, and the scene no longer changed. All that was left in the field of view were those twelve towering tombstones, as well as those smaller tombstones that were like clusters of stars behind them.
All the gamers who had entered the game, whose minds had been filled with thoughts of exploding, killing, and killing, now felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them.
Facing the twelve solemn and serene tombstones, as well as the countless tombstones behind the huge tombstones, was like drinking a cup of ice-cold alcohol. It was extremely cold to the touch, but it was scalding to the bone.
This was the message that Fiery Bird wanted to convey to gamers entering the game for the first time. It did not highlight individual images, but the whole! It was a piece of history, a group of people.
The 100-year period of the Period of Destruction, the death toll of over 10 billion people. Enormous sacrifices had been made in exchange for the start of the New Era. That century-long war had been so tragic and tragic that people living 500 years later in the New Era would find it hard to understand.
Many people thought that the opening sequence of "Battle of the Century" would be a passionate rendering or a terrifying bloody scare. But in reality, what Fiery Bird wanted to convey to gamers was that there had been many sacrifices during the Period of Destruction. Many people with outstanding abilities had also fallen in battle. These tombstones were a warning. So many people with outstanding abilities had not survived. Could you guys?
The most powerful way to convince gamers was to let them experience it for themselves.
Survival was a state of mind. So now, all the players standing here, are you ready to walk into hell?
Someone came back to his senses and took a deep breath. "I feel like I've been beaten senseless by this opening sequence. That's right, was someone calling me just now?"
"No, no one called you. In any case, I didn't," his teammate said.
The other teammates also chimed in.
"I didn't call you either."
"Are you hallucinating?"
"I... I think I also... also heard someone call me..." a timid voice said.
"When?" someone asked.
"When the tombstones were raised."
"What about you?" that person asked the first person who had spoken.
"... Me too."
"Sssss..." A collective gasp sounded out.
"Think back carefully. When these tombstones were raised, it seemed like there was a voice coming from behind us," one of the team members said hesitantly.
"Now that you mention it, I think I also felt that way."
"Did I see a ghost?"
"F * ck, don't say anymore! I'm getting goosebumps! "
"Haha, that's all you got? Are you guys scared? "one of the more daring ones mocked.
"It's not that I'm scared, it's just... it's just that it feels weird. I'm a little trembling, but I'm also a little excited. Sigh, I can't tell what that feeling is."
In fact, similar conversations were happening in many teams.
Some teams had members who were studying music and had studied symphonic structures. They had followed their friends into the game. One reason was to have some fun, and the other was to listen to the opening and background music of this year's Fiery Bird game and learn from it. Yesterday, the students who were studying music had been discussing which great master's work would be used for the opening. The teachers had also mentioned that the opening song of Fiery Bird's game from 10 years ago had been used as a test topic for students. Perhaps this year's test would also involve this year's opening song, so they listened even more attentively.
Music was the soul of a game. Only those companies that weren't serious would skimp on it. Truly serious game producers, like Fiery Bird, would be willing to put in a lot of effort on music.
Many composers were eager to prove themselves, but were ultimately rejected by Fiery Bird. Those who were invited were all famous people in the music circles, and the works that were ultimately chosen were those that had defeated dozens of famous composers. The background music for the opening segment was of utmost importance, and as music students, they naturally would not let it slip by. Because the opening was synchronized across the globe, the time zones were different. In some places, it was early in the morning, so some people set their alarms to wake up in the middle of the night to log in, while others simply stayed up all night to experience it first hand.
After the professionals heard it, they had already started to analyze it out of conditioned reflex. Many people who studied music knew that in disaster movies or documentaries, in order to express a powerful and exciting sound effect, discordant harmonies and unconventional musical combinations were often used to provoke the auditory and sensory organs. However, the mainstream copyrighted music production studios in the New Era mostly focused on electronic synthesizers. Even orchestral music was mostly synthesized using electronic simulations to create a visual and auditory impact through the art of vocal music.
But the opening song just now was a fusion of classical and modern, instruments and electronics. It was just that the style of the music was not as flamboyant as the songs in the disaster movies they had heard before, but it still created an extremely shocking auditory and sensory effect. This was the foundation!
To be able to perfectly utilize such valiant skills, this was definitely not a youngster...
That was not right either. To be able to blend classical and New Era music, to be able to make perfect use of both electronic and traditional instruments, and to not lose out in terms of grandeur and shock...
They thought of a person, the person who had started the trend of studying symphonic structures.
Professionals who were interested in this kind of music had all heard the four movements of Fang Zhao's "100-Year Period of Destruction," and this opening had reminded them of the third movement of the "100-Year Period of Destruction," "Mission." But these two pieces were completely different. The core of the former was "movement," like a dazzling explosion of flames, while the latter was "stillness," like a soulfire ignited within a tombstone, silent yet heroic.
"Fang Zhao? Is it him? "
This was what many music professionals were thinking.
However, pure gamers would not pay attention to such things. Although they had calmed down a little because of the opening and the music, they were still very much looking forward to the game. However, this time, they were on their guard, especially the experienced members of e-sports clubs. They might not be reliable in other matters, but they had a keen sense of gaming.
"What comes next might be a difficult journey!"
Over at the virtual projects department, Zu Wen and the others, who had been clamoring for a head-busting explosion, did not utter a word. They had also sensed Fiery Bird's message.
Zuo Yu shuddered. When he had been watching the opening, he had felt uneasy listening to the background music. He knew that the opening background music had been composed by Fang Zhao, and as a bodyguard, he had experienced the entire process of Fang Zhao collecting materials. Now he finally understood why Fang Zhao had gone to the cemetery to collect materials. Because in Fiery Bird's opening, the finishing touch had been the tombstones!
How many hot-headed people would be subdued by this?
However, Fiery Bird's every action had a purpose. Zuo Yu had also sensed that what came next might be very difficult.
"Boss, are we going in?"
The others looked at Fang Zhao.
The entrance to the game was at the foot of the 12 tombstones.
"Wait a moment," Fang Zhao said.
At the entrance, there was actually a choice to pay respects. One could enter directly or choose to pay their respects before entering.
Some impatient people chose to enter directly, while others hoped that the martyrs would bless them with good luck and chose to pay their respects. Some of Zu Wen and the others wanted to enter directly, while others wanted to pay their respects, but in the end, they still looked to Fang Zhao. They had entered the game as a team, so if they wanted to enter, they would naturally enter together and move in unison.
Hearing Fang Zhao say "wait a moment," they knew Fang Zhao's choice.
"That's right. Boss worships martyrs a lot," Rodney said.
Fang Zhao did not say anything. He looked at the 12 tombstones in front of him. He had seen every single one of them. His feelings for these tombstones were different from others.
After the opening scene, other than where they were, which was still lit up, the surroundings had already darkened. Just like in the worship area, the countless tombstones behind the huge tombstones were like the reflection of the vast starry sky on the surface of the water.
Drunk as if the sky is in the water, three cups of strong liquor and the soul returns!
Just like before, Fang Zhao chose the wine sacrifice.
Long time no see, my former world.
Zuo Yu glanced at Fang Zhao. He did not know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Fang Zhao's gaze was a little scary.
The others were very curious about Fang Zhao's method of paying respects. They wanted to follow suit, but Fang Zhao stopped them. In the end, they all used their own methods of paying respects.
Zu Wen even bowed a few times. As he paid his respects, he said, "I beg the martyrs to bless me. Don't be too unlucky, don't starve to death..."
After some long-winded talk, the team officially entered the game.
As a team, they were all randomly assigned to a location.
"Warehouse?"
Zuo Yu looked at the scene in front of him.
This was a warehouse used to store miscellaneous items. It was relatively empty, as if someone had rummaged through it. A few boxes used to store miscellaneous items were piled up at the side.
"Giving a gun right from the start?" Zu Wen checked his equipment. There was an additional gun. "This should be the opening gift that Fiery Bird was talking about, right?"
Yesterday, Fiery Bird's official website had said: When the game starts, everyone will be given a small gift. We hope everyone will like it.
"As long as there's a gun, hehe."
"Why do I only have a knife and no gun?"
"I have a gun."
"This gun is a little too old."
"What's the point of playing with these few bullets?"
An ordinary police handgun from the Old Era could have 15 to 20 bullets in its magazine, depending on the type of gun. Not having that many bullets made people feel vexed.
"Could it be that there are other places hiding things?"
Zu Wen, Rodney, and the others discussed searching other places in this warehouse.
"Lower your voice," Fang Zhao said.
Zu Wen laughed and replied, "I know, I know. Boss, you are too tense. It's just a game. As long as you are having fun, no need to be so serious. After all, you have three lives." He had listened carefully and had not heard any suspicious movements in the surroundings. These few technicians had played together for a long time and knew how to cooperate. There were people on guard. Besides, when they were playing a gunfight game, they were even louder than this. This was their first time playing a Fiery Bird game, and they were too excited. Let them have some fun first.
After all, this was a game, and it would not be completely like reality. After entering the game, players had three lives, but after these three lives were used up, they would have to wait a week before they could come back online. Of course, they could also buy lives, but the earliest they could come back online was the next day. This was the strictest limit on health in all of Fiery Bird's games.
In short, the fact that they had three lives made Zu Wen and the others feel much more relaxed. After all, they could continue playing after dying once!
Fang Zhao wanted to take a look around but was stopped by Zu Wen and the others. "Boss, just sit here. We will look for things." At this time, they had to take good care of their leader.
Zuo Yu stood guard beside Fang Zhao. He nodded and said, "Right. Boss, you sit here first. They will go look for food. Don't worry, if there are robbers or berserk beasts, I will kill them all."
"There is a small kitchen here!" Someone entered a room from behind.
"Eh? Is this an Old Era decompressor? "
"No, I remember the information saying that this is an Old Era microwave oven."
Fang Zhao listened to their discussion and reminded them again, "I advise you to keep your voices down."
The few of them were probably too excited and did not take it seriously.
Fang Zhao did not say anything else. He sat quietly on a wooden box nailed to it.
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