"Battle of the Century," somewhere in the southern region of the Yanzhou region.
A large fleet of vehicles was heading toward the destination the game's system had given them.
"The new district is in this direction, right?" Milo asked as he studied the map and the surrounding terrain. His eyes glanced at Fang Zhao, who was sitting on the roof of the car beside him. Seeing that Fang Zhao was not looking in their direction and only nodding at Jinro and Dorrian, Milo heaved a sigh of relief. He had not pointed in the wrong direction this time.
Milo only had one word for Fang Zhao now: admiration!
Before this, they had never understood why Fang Zhao kept forcing them to learn those skills. Only when they started fleeing did they realize the importance of those skills. Others might have to spend more time adapting midway, and the chances of losing their lives were higher. And once they lost their lives, they might not be able to keep up with the team quickly. Because after losing their lives, there was a time limit.
As for others, they had previously felt that following a SilverLight team would not earn any points or kill monsters. Now, players were scrambling to cling to the SilverLight team's thighs. They were not stupid. They knew that following them meant they could survive longer. Dying once was a serious penalty! Furthermore, following the SilverLight team meant that they could borrow the fleet's cars, and the chances of avoiding danger were higher. They had finally realized that killing monsters with all your might did not increase your experience points. Tiring yourself out for a week and losing your life once was the same. And many times, the longer you lived, the more experience points you gained.
This was also why many people called "Battle of the Century" a survival game and not a killing game. Survival was the most important. No matter what you wanted to do, you had to stay alive. Only to stay alive did you have to kill monsters.
The fleet following the SilverLight team was not made up entirely of SilverLight members. Most of them had been gathered in District 79. It was a multi-team team led by SilverLight.
Without reporters chasing after them, the SilverLight team had more fun. But even without reporters, the SilverLight team was always the focus of attention.
"Hey, have you guys seen what the 500yrs god looks like?" someone whispered to the person beside him. The ID "AliveAfter500Years" was too long, so they shortened it to "500yrs" in private.
"No, I've only seen him kill monsters. He's too f * cking cool. My eyes can't even keep up with his gun swapping!"
"Are you new here? What's the big deal about swapping guns? Back then, when they brought us out of District 79, they drove the car into the air. There were a few times when I thought we would be sent flying! He can even kill monsters while driving, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a gun, tsk tsk! "
"It seems like no one knows the real identity of the 500-year-old Almighty. So many paparazzi didn't dig out any information?"
"Who knows? But according to past practice, Fiery Bird's annual meeting is about to start. Silver Light will definitely be in the top 10 and will definitely be invited. When the time comes, we will know."
"That's true. He really hoped that Fiery Bird's annual meeting would come soon. When is it opening? "
"I heard that it's set for the 100th day of the release of 'Battle of the Century'. It's almost here. It should be around the 8th and 9th of January."
"Doesn't that mean we still have to wait for more than 20 days?"
"Let's wait. In any case, no one has been able to dig up any information about him."
"Where's the paparazzi king? Wasn't there a rumor that the paparazzi king who had been locked up in the extraterrestrial prison had been released? Why is there no movement? "
At this moment, the paparazzi king, who was being discussed in private, was telling stories to the 500-year-old Almighty.
Wang Tie stood beside Fang Zhao and told him about his experiences as a war reporter. Other than following the team and filming, he also had a part-time job of telling stories to Fang Zhao. At first, he had wanted to brag, but later on, he felt like he was like a storyteller in a tavern that royalty would hire to entertain them.
However, when he thought about the additional salary Fang Zhao had paid him, Wang Tie adjusted his attitude and continued to tell Fang Zhao about what he had seen and heard during his time in prison. During his time in prison, being dragged over to be a war reporter was just one of his experiences.
Actually, at the start, Wang Tie had wanted to talk about some scary things he had heard or experienced to scare Fang Zhao. He had heard that Fang Zhao was going to serve in the military next year, so these things would definitely scare the kid. But after he finished, Wang Tie realized that Fang Zhao had only sighed and said, "It's never easy." He did not look the least bit intimidated.
Wang Tie did not understand what Fang Zhao meant by "It's never easy," but he knew that even if he asked, he would not get an answer. He had suffered at Fang Zhao's hands too many times. He had even hoped that Fang Zhao would hurry up and serve in the military. Only when Fang Zhao was not around could he continue to let loose and stir up trouble in Yanzhou. Otherwise, with Fang Zhao around, he would always feel like there was a pair of eyes watching him from the shadows.
After a while, Wang Tie quickly glanced at Fang Zhao and thought to himself, This kid is daydreaming again.
As Wang Tie was thinking, Fang Zhao suddenly looked in a direction, as if trying to identify something.
"Something is coming, and there is quite a lot of it."
Fang Zhao's words made the team, which had been resting, immediately go on alert.
"Prepare for battle!" Jinro shouted, getting up to assign tasks. Besides his team, he also had to assign tasks to the others in the convoy. They were a team of survivors, and if they wanted to go to the new district, they had to cooperate. Otherwise, he would not allow these people to continue following.
"The alarm hasn't gone off yet. Where's the danger —" Before one of them could finish his sentence, the alarm in his hand went off, and he immediately froze.
The others beside him rolled their eyes. "You're new, right? Just get used to it. You just need to know that following SilverLight is never wrong. "
Everyone had gotten used to this. At the start, they had doubted Silver Light, but now they were convinced. Some people would not be foolish enough to provoke SilverLight. Not to mention their combat power, their survival skills were much stronger. If anything happened, they just needed to follow SilverLight.
But many people had a doubt. Why was Jinro the one in charge of assigning tasks and not AliveAfter500Years? Had Jinro pushed AliveAfter500Years down? But it did not seem like it usually. Jinro and the others still called AliveAfter500Years "Boss." Either AliveAfter500Years did not want to be the captain or the vice-captain and had given it to Dorrian, or there was some ulterior motive.
Outside, gossip was flying everywhere. Many small newspapers even said that the SilverLight team had internal strife and that the other members of SilverLight were ganging up on AliveAfter500Years.
Someone in the convoy had asked Schwarzer in private if he felt that it would be easier for this university student to break through. In the end, Schwarzer did not reveal any important information. When asked if he was ganging up on AliveAfter500Years, he jumped in fright. "Ganging up? I don't have the guts! "
Schwarzer would never forget when Fang Zhao had first recruited him. He had wanted to show off in front of Fang Zhao just because he had learned a little martial arts. In the end, he had been kicked offline by Fang Zhao. Even now, he was still traumatized. Regardless of whether it was online or offline, he practiced even harder.
"Hey, Mr. Huo Li, later on, you have to make sure I look more handsome!" Schwarzer did not forget to remind Wang Tie before the battle began.
"Idiot, who knows what you look like with a helmet on!" Jake said disdainfully.
"Handsome, definitely handsome. Don't worry, everyone. You have to believe in my filming abilities. When the time comes, you will know when you see the finished product in the promotional video."
Jinro pointed to a spot in the team and said, "Boss, there are people who have been set to sleep mode and are unable to fight. We don't have enough manpower, so I'll have to trouble you."
"Sure." Fang Zhao walked over.
After everyone was in position, the warning device displayed even more red dots, but there was no specific number.
The first-generation warning device had been exchanged for points, and many of its functions were not complete. It was fine for a small group of beasts, but once there were a lot, it was not accurate. According to historical records, the warning device could be upgraded in the future, but for now, they could only make do with the first-generation one.
The members of the SilverLight team thought to themselves, The first-generation warning device is not as good as their boss. As long as Fang Zhao was around, they would have a much easier time encountering such situations.
"Open fire!"
At the command, the previously calm ground exploded in an instant. The sounds of all sorts of firearms firing, bullets hitting rocks, the ground, and the bodies of the beasts, the roars and howls of the frenzied beasts, and the curses of the crowd intertwined like a wonderful symphony.
The wind blew the dust off the ground and carried it even further away.
It was another battle that lasted close to an hour. After wiping out this wave of beasts, there was jubilant laughter from the people in the convoy.
"That's it for today?" Dorrian looked at Jinro. Generally speaking, after an hour of intense combat, they would log off to rest. Staying in the game, even if the warning device did not go off, they still had to be on guard. It was too tiring. This was just a game. Many things had been digitized, and for the sake of playability, the difficulty had been lowered. If this had been the real Period of Destruction, it would surely have been a despair.
Jinro glanced at Fang Zhao. Seeing Fang Zhao nod, he said, "That's it for today. Log off and rest. Remember to pack up. Which team was it that forgot to pack up last time? "
Silver Wing's 50th floor gaming room.
When Jinro and the others came out of their gaming pods, they were all drenched in sweat. The assistants and medical team hurried over.
Milo gulped down a glass of water and sat down to catch his breath, allowing the medical team to examine his body.
"What do you guys think Boss is doing now?" Milo asked, panting.
Jinro looked at the time. "Probably preparing to give a live broadcast lecture."
Able to calmly give a live broadcast lecture right after ending the game …
Schwarzer and the others looked at each other and sighed softly. "Simply inhuman."
"I really want to see everyone's reaction when they discover AliveAfter500Years," Dorrian said with a mischievous laugh. "There are still over 20 days."
When the others in the team heard this, they could not help but laugh. Yes, they would probably be scared silly.
Elsewhere, after Fang Zhao logged off, he took a shower, then walked to the study and read for a while. There was still a lot of knowledge to learn in the New Era. In his spare time, he would absorb all that knowledge.
When it was time, Fang Zhao held a live broadcast lecture.
The live broadcast was connected to Silver Wing Education's live broadcast room. Fang Zhao's image would be projected to Silver Wing Education's live broadcast room, which would then broadcast it to the audience.
The timing was just right. When Silver Wing Education's live broadcast got the news from Fang Zhao's side, the live broadcast cut over.
Fang Zhao was hugging a guitar with the "NaZ" insignia as he sat there. Behind him was a wall of "NaZ" guitars with different structural characteristics.
"Today, I won't be teaching everyone playing techniques. Due to the increase in the number of people watching the live broadcast and subscribing to the video, and based on everyone's questions, I will be talking about guitar types and what to buy for beginners. Everyone knows that there are folk guitars, classical guitars, electric guitars, and so on. Based on their structural characteristics, guitars can be further divided into hollow wood guitars, hollow electric guitars, hollow electric guitars, and solid electric guitars. Take a look at the ones behind me … "
Fang Zhao gave a simple explanation of the types, different sizes for different ages, how to feel, the grade of the wood guitar, and other basic knowledge.
Why did Fang Zhao choose these? It was because there was a trending tool for showing off recently — the guitar.
Following Natiwuzi's investment, Ji Polun's "A Guitar Romance" youth film had started airing. The advertisements had been well done, and the promotional photos had been shot with the guitar strapped to an attractive pose. With the promotion of some people with ulterior motives, ancient guitars had suddenly become popular among students.
Previously, Fang Zhao's live broadcast hadn't covered these basics because most of the viewers were professionals. Even non-professionals had come into contact with ancient instruments, so Fang Zhao didn't need to explain too much to them. The focus was on playing techniques. Now, the number of people watching the live broadcast was doubling every day. Many beginners had questions, so Fang Zhao had naturally released an episode aimed at beginners. Even if it was just to buy a guitar to show off, they still had to know how to choose, how to hold the instrument, and how to avoid being scammed by unscrupulous sellers.
…
On a certain floor of a residential building in Qi 'an City.
In the New Era, middle school was a six-year system. A fifth grader carried the gift he had begged his parents for a long time, a "NaZ" hollow wood guitar. He adjusted the straps and imitated the male lead in "A Guitar Romance" when he went on stage to perform at the school anniversary. He lowered the guitar below his belt, straightened his face, and performed a grim salute in the mirror.
"Handsome! But it doesn't seem to match my temperament. "
The boy adjusted the straps and posture again. This time, he imitated a certain band member in a performance video. He hung the guitar close to his chin, like a bow tie.
"Even more handsome! But it seems a little uncoordinated. "
After some thought, the boy imitated an electric guitar player he had seen on the internet. He extended the straps again so that the guitar was facing down, and he carried it on his back.
"Seems like I'm still missing something."
As he said this, the boy dug out a vintage cowboy hat from his dad's cabinet and plucked an unknown stalk of grass from a potted plant his mother had planted on the balcony. He held it in his mouth and struck a few unruly poses in front of the mirror.
"So f * cking handsome!"
After finalizing his style for the day, the boy hummed a tune as he left for school.
Just as he left the district, he noticed a boy from his school carrying a guitar on his shoulder like a shovel in an Old Era movie. It looked … pretty cool!
Forget it, I'll change to that posture tomorrow.
High school and university teachers watched helplessly every day as their students changed their posture to show off. But students didn't think that way. They felt that what they were carrying wasn't the guitar, it was their temperament! It was style!
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